4 comments/ 48780 views/ 6 favorites Tantric By: Cherylann I've read many different things about tantric sex. My husband and I keep with the basic principle, but we just sort of live in the minute and keep it going and going until we have gotten really good at it. The basic principle is delaying the orgasm. For the man, he can satisfy his partner at great length, making her cum many times while still having penile stimulation without cumming. For the woman, she can also delay her climax while still staying in the sexual high and enjoying the feelings of that high for a long, long time before she climaxes. I've read that by training their mind, some people can actually have a physical climax without being touched or touching themselves. Their mind so in control of their bodies that they can 'think' themselves to orgasm. You can get so far into it mentally, spiritually, that you don't need a partner. Oh my. I have a really good imagination, but I'd need a lot more training and mental discipline to 'think' myself to an actual physical orgasm. For my pleasure purposes, I need a partner. I need someone to have eye contact with, and someone to touch. I want to hear his whispers as he kisses my neck. Someone to share my sexual high. That personal contact is uppermost in my mind. The flesh to flesh touch. There's nothing like looking into the eyes of someone you love, and seeing yourself in their eyes when they go over that fantastic, orgasmic edge. The human touch. You've heard of the experiments with the babies where the more they were touched and the more contact they received, the happier they were and the better they did later in life? I feel for those poor babies that got the minimal amount of contact. Human contact is important to our well-being from the minute we're born. My husband, Jeremy, and I start usually on a Friday night after work by agreeing to have a tantric weekend. Then the fun begins. We play it by ear. I may drop to my knees at that moment and take out his prick for a lick and a suck. We may kiss and talk of our plans. We might not touch each other for hours. Just talk and think about it. Before long, he's hard and I'm wet. A lot of times we drive the half-hour trip into town for some shopping. I've been known to flash him a nipple at Walmart. (Can I say Walmart here?) On the drive I'll take his half-hard cock out of his jeans and suck on him as he drives. He might put his hand up my skirt to get his fingers wet. Then he likes to watch me suck my juices off his fingers. Sometimes I put my fingers inside myself and pound two or three into me as he drives and watches. Then I like to put my fingers to his mouth and we share a kiss, licking my slickness off together. I may have a butt plug in while we go shopping. We live in the country and we might have a mind to stop on a deserted road. Jeremy will flip my skirt up discovering no panties, and bend me over the trunk of the car and slide his dick inside me. Slowly. Mmmm, I love that. I tell him, just 4 thrusts then pull it out. Usually he cheats and goes 5 or 6 humps before I push him away. He never knows what he might find under my skirt. Pantyhose, crotchless panties, no panties, garter-belt and hose. Two pair of panties. A thong. A teddy. Maybe cut-offs, maybe jogging shorts. He never knows. Maybe a pair of his briefs. I might have a bald pussy. Hard to tell. Sometimes he'll raise my blouse up and let my 38D's tumble out of my bra for some licking and suckling. Sometimes on the drive, I just may whisper in his ear that I want to suck on his big cock. I'll just rub on him through his jeans, and cup his balls. I tell him that I love the feel of his fat dick in my mouth and I want him to shove it hard down my throat and fuck my face until he squirts his super white stuff against my back teeth. I whisper to him that I want him to pull out of my mouth and spray my face with it, then he can help me lick it off. He tells me that he wants to bury his tongue deep inside my wet slit and listen to my screams as he makes me cum. He says he wants to fuck me doggy-style and pound into me fast and furious until I groan his name and he feels my walls contract around him in a strong orgasm. Then he's going to pull it out and spray his cum on my crack and rub it all over my ass. We calm down a little before we go into the store for groceries. Walking around we like to watch people as we shop. There's an older couple, we wonder when was the last time they had sex. There's a young guy with his arm around his girlfriend. Have they had sex yet? That man with the three kids in tow, how long has it been since he's had a blow job? There's a couple kissing. They have two young kids in the cart. Did he go down on her this morning maybe? We bring everyone and everything into our sexual world. We stay on that high while we shop, drive, walk around or whatever. Everywhere you look there are phallic symbols or the equivalent female symbol. All the veggies look sexy. Cucumbers, carrots, tomatoes, bell peppers. I tell Jeremy of a story I read one time about a guy cutting a hole in a watermelon and pumping his dick into it. Everything becomes sexual. We whisper sexy thoughts and observations to each other. Jeremy might cop a feel of my hard nips in the bread aisle. We wonder how every person would look as they cum. I crotch-watch for hard-ons and Jeremy watches for camel-toes. When we get back home, I may suck him up again and let him hump into me for 5 more thrusts. The cheater, he did 7. He says it's warm and tight in there, he doesn't want to come back out. It's only Friday night, Baby, we have another day or two to go. At bedtime, more sexy talk until we fall asleep. Sometimes he'll put his hard cock inside me as we lay on our sides and we fall asleep with him snugly inside me. The next day, more of the same. He stays hard or semi-hard most of the day. We might go to a movie and make out and feel each other up. With crotchless panties and a skirt he'll finger me until his fingers are covered with my scent, and we'll share it in a kiss. Sometimes we have to just sit to let his cock go down and for me to calm down so we won't cum too soon. We might take a nap, naked in each other's arms, stroking our flesh and whispering about how we want to finally cum. We like to give each other full body massages. We put a big piece of plastic on the floor and pour lots of baby oil on it. I go over every inch of his body, his scalp, his fingers, palms, back, ass, legs, toes, and then flip him over for the front. Nothing escapes my massaging fingers and hands. When he flips over, he's always hard, but I start at his face manipulating his cheeks, brows, his short little nose, lips. When I get to his cock it's sticking up off his belly. I love the feel of it when it's hard. It's amazing how hard a man's dick gets. It feels like it must have a bone in there. Mmmmmm. Sometimes I can't resist straddling him and lowering myself down onto that beautiful hard stick. One, two, three, four. Mmmm. Okay, that's enough for now. Damn, it's difficult to not ride it out and feel him pulsing inside me. It's pretty difficult for him also. He wants to let go and let it spurt. Not yet. Let the feeling continue. We talk about how we want to cum this time. He wants me to straddle him. He says he likes the view from that position, and it felt so good when I just did it, that he says that's the way he wants to squirt. By this time both of us are in a constant sexual tension that is indescribable. It's a wonderful feeling. We keep teasing each other and stay on the edge. We might drive into town and rent a porno. We've even had arguments during these times, the passion is high. Even the arguments are sexy. We might go out and mow the lawn. I go out topless and wiggle my 38's at him. He doesn't stay hard every minute, it's not healthy for the little guy. But I don't let it go soft for very long before I have it in my mouth or my hand or my snatch. My turn for a full body massage. Oh my, yeah. He does the same to me as I did to him. On the floor, lots of baby oil. He starts at my back, works his way down to my ass crack. His strong fingers slip into my crack and brush against my back hole. Mmmmm. He works his hand down and under me to the top of my slit. As he slides by my wet pussy, he pushes two or three fingers into me, then one in my ass on the way by that hole. Oh my goodness. He says he wants to fuck my ass. I love the feeling of that thick cock in my ass, but he has to go slowly and use lots and lots of lube. After I relax and accept him it feels wonderful to have him sliding in and almost all the way out before he plunges in again. Mmm boy. But that's another story. He flips me over and does my face. I get so relaxed it's incredible. He can manipulate my muscles and mold me to his hands until I'm a mass of jelly-like goo. My breasts. Man oh man. His hands are big, his fingers strong. He fills his hands with my flesh and kneads my generous breasts expertly. My nips get hard as soon as he touches them. I can almost cum from him nibbling and biting softly on my sensitive nipples. Oh shit. Our sexual high still going, we'll take a shower together and wash off the oil. Of course we wash each other. A couple of times, or three. Well----that oil IS hard to get off sometimes, you know. He pays particular attention to my slippery crotch. My juices have been running down my leg for about 24 hours now. He has to hold my wrist and stop my washing action on his stiff member. We don't want his big load to go down the drain. (Maybe next time.) At bedtime we lay naked on top of the covers and stroke each other and talk. Just the sex talk is stimulating. We remind each other of past tantric weekends. Sometimes we go until Sunday night. But not often I'll have to admit. We get to a point where everything is sexual in nature. His hands are sexy. My hair. My legs. His hairy ass. Everything brings to mind a memory. He has jacked off using my long hair, wrapping it around himself and squirting his big white load into my brown curls. We have visions of him holding my legs straight up in the air while he pounds inside me. Me biting his ass while I beat him off. My ass hanging off the edge of the dining room table while he has my ankles in his hands high in the air pounding his dick into me. Him bending me over the tailgate of the truck. Our minds are filled with such memories. Every thought has a sex connection. We want to do all of those things again right now. We get under the covers and I put my head on his belly and his cock in my mouth. We fall asleep. During the night, I'll stir and roll over. He'll spoon me and nestle his pecker in the crack of my ass. Usually sometime in the night is when we wake not being able to stand it anymore. He touches my shoulder or my hip and my juices start to flow like the tide has come in. Sometimes we go fast like bunnies, and other times we go slow and savor each nuance. He leads and I follow. However he wants to proceed is fine by me. Just give me five minutes and I'll have cum three or four times. My record is five and that last one went on and on and on. I actually got light-headed. It was amazing. Sometimes I have a couple of small ones then a couple of big ones. Usually they all hit me like a freight train. Sometimes I can't move afterward. Sometimes I don't come down for hours. The sexual trip of holding back and tease after tease that lasts for a day or two, is the most fun a couple of people can have together. And then there's the promise of that outstanding ending. We stay in that---mmmmmmmm---mood for a long time. "The sun is out today." Mmmmmmmm. "The dog wants out." Mmmmmmmm. "The house is on fire." Mmmmmmmmm. The longer you can hold off the orgasm, the stronger and intense it will be. Sometimes Jeremy is standing when I manipulate him to his climax. I love to watch it squirt across the floor. It goes several feet. Mmmmmm. But I also love to feel him pulsing inside me. I love his grip on my body at that moment. Be it my hair, my hips, my breasts, my waist. Nice. It's hard to pin-point a favorite position. I love it when he bends me over and enters me from behind. That feeling of penetration. Mmmmm. Unbelievable. The stretch, the warmth of his cock, the hardness. When he goes slowly. Oh my. I can savor every inch by wonderful inch. There's nothing in the world like the feeling of a hard dick sliding inside me. When Jeremy sinks into me and pulls it out all the way again, then back in slowly. Mmmmm mmmmm. Drives me nuts. It's different every time. The last time we took this trip, he wanted me to straddle him. Okie dokie. I climbed aboard and sunk myself down onto his stiff pole slowly. He already had his hands filled with my 38's. I've mentioned how exquisite it feels to be filled up with a hard cock, haven't I? That moment of penetration? Nothing like it. As I slide down onto him, he's pinching and rolling my nipples. He touches my clit with his thumb and I grunt with a scream and a groan as my first orgasm hits me. Oh my goodness, it feels so good to let it go instead of holding it back. I have one or two more, then I concentrate on moving around and around and drawing up and back, squeezing my muscles on his cock inside me until his face screws up and he latches on to my hips. Oh yeah, Baby, fill me up with your semen. I can feel every spasm. His whole body jerks with each one. I lay over, mashing my breasts on his hairy chest, moving my hips in circles a few more times, bringing on another climax for me. He's still squirting while my juices are running down, coating his balls. Oh my, I'll be damned, and oh shit. That felt wonderful. He rolls us to our sides, one of my legs under him and the other thrown over his hips. We float down, him still inside me, starting to soften. Our minds filled with not only the last few minutes, but of the last two days. Hours and hours of intimacy. Well, my mind is anyhow. I think he's asleep. He dropped off quickly with a smile on his face. And he sure did leave a big smile on mine. In a few hours, (could be a few minutes), we'll wake and go at it again. It takes a while and a few more orgasms each until we get it worked out of our systems. Poor guy, he can manage three or four orgasms over the weekend, but I have him beat three-fold. And then before we know it, it's Monday morning, time to go back to work. Damn. Tantric My name is Alyssa and I'm a 29 year old married woman with 4 kids, so my husband and I don't get a lot of one on one time together. Usually I don't mind but this weekend is my birthday and turning 30 should be a big deal. So I was a little disappointed to find out we were just going to visit my family for a few days. Even though my body isn't what it used to be, I try to stay in decent shape. I'm 5'3" and weigh 125 lbs. My breasts are nothing spectacular, B cups and they aren't quite as perky since breastfeeding, but my husband really doesn't seem to have a problem with them. I have long chestnut brown wavy hair and eyes the same color. Although I'm white as a ghost in the winter, I can keep a nice tan all summer long. Thank goodness it is just the end of summer so I still have a glow. My husband, Reed, is a few years older than me and is average build. At 5'10" he's not the tallest guy but with me being so short the difference is just right. He has dark brown hair that almost looks black in some light and beautiful hazel eyes. When the weekend came we made the hour drive to where my family lives. It didn't take long to find out Reed had kept hidden that my mom was actually watching the kids this weekend and we were having a special getaway. We drove that night to Albuquerque where we had a room reserved for us. On the drive there I was beyond excited and could barely contain myself. As we drove we listened to Howard Stern on the radio and the content of his show wasn't helping my turned on status. I scooted as close to my husband as I could and leaned my head on his shoulder, then I let my hand run over his pants, just taking it nice and slow. His pants started to get tighter as his bulge quickly grew. I kept rubbing through the material not wanting to rush the fun. Soon the bulge was straining to get out, I undid Reed's pants and helped guide his sexy member out of it's confines. My husband adjusted in his seat to relax as he drove and let me take control down below. I circled the tip lightly with my finger several times, then let my light touch run up and down his erect cock. My hand slid down to cup his balls and slowly massage them. I then let my hand firmly grasp that big dick, enjoying the feel of it in my hand and the power I had over him. I watched Reed's face as I pumped my hand up and down a few times, he worked hard to concentrate on driving but I could tell it was a bit of a struggle. I looked back down to watch my hand work between his legs. I continued to pump, feeling his cock throbbing in my hand. I stroked at different tempos to mix it up, then when the first bits of wetness appeared, I leaned over and took him into my mouth, letting it slide slowly all the way in till I was deep throating him. I stayed still, letting his dick sit deep inside my mouth for a moment, then let my head come back up releasing it inch by inch. As soon as I was to the tip I circled it with my tongue then repeated the action of sliding down. Reed's hips started to move a little on their own after a minute of this sexual torture. I let myself take him as deep in my mouth as he would go one more time and then started humming a song, letting the vibrations do their work. His hand strayed to the back of my head, running through my hair and telling me how amazing that felt. I lifted my mouth off and concentrated on sucking his balls while my hand ran up and down the length of his shaft. My sexually frustrated husband pulled over since the distraction was just too much and let his head lean back while he closed his eyes and enjoyed the mouth fucking I was giving. I bobbed up and down on his cock, moaning because of how hot the situation was and also to let the vibrations give an added pleasure. I picked up the pace of my bobbing and started to suck harder as I went. Reed's body responded immediately, tensing up and he pushed his pelvis up to get deeper. As he came he grabbed my head and helped it move up and down on his spasming dick while I sucked down every last drop of cum given me. Fighting the impulse to sleep, he got back on the road. Reed encouraged me to lean my seat back and finger myself as we drove. I did so without a protest and as I rubbed my juicy pussy, my husband talked dirty to me, to send me over the edge. We slept as soon as we got to the hotel with it being so late and already having some release on the drive. The next day we ate in bed, watched movies, fucked like bunnies and didn't leave our room till it was evening. He told me I had a special birthday surprise waiting for me. We showered and dressed up, then went out to a nice quiet dinner where we sat and talked for a long time just enjoying each others company. Then we headed to our next stop. He wouldn't tell me what it was so I was trying to guess. I never even got close to the right answer though, having guessed things like the theater, dancing, a gourmet chocolate shop, a spa, anything I could think of. In reality we pulled up to a large building that didn't stand out too much as anything special, it was in a less crowded part of town. My curiosity was peaked. When we walked in the front door there was a man sitting at a desk almost like a receptionist. He asked if we had reservations then checked his list. When we were confirmed he welcomed us to Tantric. We were told the rules, anything goes as long as everyone consents and there are no photo devices to be used inside. As he talked my mind was racing, was it a strip club or something? We were directed down a hall and told to enjoy our night. I was unprepared for what came next, through a set of doors there were a large amount of people scattered around a large room filled with couches and pillowed areas on the floor. Everyone was between half dressed and completely nude and were in all sorts of sexual situations. He had brought me to a swing club. We were both open minded and had talked about doing wild things like this but in truth I had always thought they were fantasies and nothing more. We wandered around and watched people in various acts of sex. There were other couples watching too but they were pleasuring themselves and each other as they did so. We felt out of place dressed and just wandering. Reed led me to an empty space away from most of the action and we started to make out as we slowly undressed each other. I was embarrassed at first and looked around nervously, he didn't seem to have any reservations about it. Soon though I became more comfortable as no one laughed at me or gave my body disgusted looks. I kept my bra and underwear on since I wasn't comfortable being in the buff yet. We started to fool around and it was no surprise I was dripping wet. It was really exhilarating watching this action live instead of on a porn video. I sat on his lap with my back to him so we could both watch the action in the room. He slid my underwear to the side and let his cock move into me. I couldn't help but moan as he did so and immediately started to rock my body, he held my hips and helped the movement along. We sat screwing each other and just enjoying this experience for a while, I was able to cum but Reed withheld because he didn't want to be finished so soon this evening. As I rode him another couple wandered over. Both were attractive and young and wearing not a stitch. The wife gave a coy smile and asked if we wanted some company. They introduced themselves as Jade and Ryan. Reed let me take the lead to see how far I wanted to go. I smiled back and after introducing ourselves told them this was our first time and not sure really what to do with ourselves but would love the company. They had come here many times and soon my nerves were soothed and I was just enjoying myself. Jade suggested to ease myself into this open lifestyle that maybe the guys could watch and we could play around a bit. My husband was all up for that and so was Ryan. Jade helped me to undress fully and very gently she guided me to lay on the pillowed floor. We started by kissing and she stroked my face and hair as we did so, it didn't take long for my excitement to take over and reservations were out the window. We grew more amorous as we went along. She was a stunning woman and I couldn't get enough of running my hands over her curves. She let her hand roam down past my waist, going slowly over my thighs and then as she cupped my pussy we kissed. I moved my mouth down to her small but perky breasts and she let her fingers push inside of me. I had underestimated how erotic this would be and could barely contain myself, it was after only 20 seconds of rubbing me that I came on her hand. She seemed to really enjoy my juices running down her fingers as she sucked them off. Then she positioned herself on top of me to 69. Reed and Ryan were stroking themselves as they watched us eat each other out. I felt like I was in heaven, having a hot stranger pleasure me like this. Surprisingly eating her pussy was actually more pleasurable to me and I was really getting into it, my whole face buried in her sweet snatch, licking and probing with my tongue, then sucking her clit. There was no rhyme or reason to how I went, I just wanted to taste every inch of her hot pussy. My fingers were holding onto her ass tightly and I could feel her body start to move more as I hit the right spots. It didn't take too long before we had each cum several times, never letting up our efforts on each other. After about the fourth time, Jade climbed off of me and pulled me into a sitting position, her mouth covering mine in a deep embrace. She seemed to know what she wanted and how to please so I followed her lead as we rubbed each others bodies anywhere we could reach. She helped position us so our pussies were pressed together as we sat in our embrace and our legs were wrapped around each other. Her tongue was dancing in my mouth as she started to move her hips. The sensation of her pussy against mine rubbing had me bucking my hips wildly wanting to feel it more. I lost myself in that moment, I faintly remember the noises that were escaping my lips and the few other couples that had wandered over to watch. We moved together roughly at a very quick pace, she was cussing up a storm and it was sexy coming out of her dainty mouth. We climaxed together, practically sitting in each others laps pounding our bodies into each other. Soon we both came back down to earth and Jade suggested it was time to try something else and not leave out our poor husbands. At this point I was up for anything and was excited to follow her lead. We partnered with each others spouses, after Reed threw a questioning glance at me to make sure it was alright. The look I gave back said it all and there were no more concerns as he lay back and let this sexy woman climb into what was my normal spot, sliding my man's dick inside her. Reed was slick with his own juices after the show he had watched and there was no resistance, just that perfect feeling as his cock is enveloped in a warm pussy. With no restraint she rode him like a pro and looked like a porn star doing so. I was enjoying this scene but was soon distracted as Ryan pushed his cock inside my dripping pussy. He lay on top of me and pounded me like there was no tomorrow, I held on for dear life enjoying the pure bliss of this moment. His member was longer than my husband's but not as thick, it wasn't a better experience although it was amazing, just different. We were laying next to each other as this erotic couple fucked us hard. Reed's hand found mine and squeezed to tell me he loved me. It was hard to tell how much time passed. We changed positions with our partners several times, enjoying many different angles. Jade and I came multiple times, no one really keeping track. Reed couldn't hold back much longer and Ryan was looking for release as well. We switched back to our spouses at that point. Reed grabbed my hips and guided himself in, it was hard with the sopping wet state my body was in at that moment. Then he was in and filled me so perfectly, it might be fun to switch partners sometimes but nothing could be better than this. He had me on top and talked dirty to help me cum again, it took a little time to build me up to it since I had cum so many times that night but when I did it was a gigantic explosion. He came right after me and erupted with the force of holding himself back for so long. The four of us lay spent for a long while together. Jade and I laying in between the guys. When we recovered we said our goodbyes to that couple and started to wander around the room to see what kind of trouble we could find next. In the center of the room an orgy seemed to be taking place, people were just jumping in where they wanted and no one seemed to mind who was doing what to them. I watched for a while before I got the nerve to join in the fun. I got on my knees and started to suck some guys cock. Reed came up behind me and pushed himself into my ass. Everyone kept changing position in this group and soon I was lying on the ground with a dick in my mouth and a girl with a strap on pounding my pussy. Reed was getting sucked on by a tall brunette and was fingering a blonde girl near him. Ten minutes later I was in a pussy eating chain with a few other girls and he was being ridden by a tan petite woman with long black hair. I made it back to him next and rode him till I came. Reed surprised me by being able to cum again so soon after the first time. We left the orgy still raging and sat on a couch farther across the room. Two couples were in the middle of banging each other and we watched as a man pounded one of the girls pussies while the other girl straddled her face to be eaten while she sucked the last mans cock there. Reed fingered me as we watched and I orgasmed twice before they did. We were exhausted and very satisfied at this point and took our leave. It was a very happy birthday surprise. Tantric 101: Lingam Massage We kiss, gently at first. Your lips rove, kindling up little fires here and there and all around, down along my neck, and back to my softened lips. You break the kiss, take me by the hand, and lead me to the bed. Smiling, you begin to undress me slowly, removing each article of clothing with the utmost care, then stripping your clothes off and throwing them down away from the bed in a determined, no-nonsense way – letting me know that escape will not be an option tonight. I shudder with anticipation. You pull back the covers and rearrange the pillows. Then you ask me to lie down. This is the moment you have promised me. You have been demanding that I resist my desire to give to you....that I relax into receiving. You have promised me a wonderful opening lecture in your Tantric 101 class: the best lingam massage of my life. You urge me to relax into the sensation, and you remind me, periodically, to pay attention to my breathing, to bring the sensation into the spiral of life. I close my eyes and revel in the sensation. You begin to caress my body with your fingertips, beginning at the top of my head, relaxing my body across my naked flesh. My breath quickens.. You remind me to breathe and pay attention to the inhalation and exhalation. I enjoy this sensation. You reach for my face and you begin to caress my lips with your fingertips, watching the quivering of my lips in anticipation. I open my mouth to suck your fingers. You move on, tracing the lines on my neck and throat, playing with the aspects of my ears. You explore my shoulders, the base of my throat and you continue your exploration of my body. You walk your fingers down my arms, touching all of the ticklish parts, particularly along my ribs, the inside of my loins, and the palm of my hands. You return to my chest and begin an excruciatingly slow exploration of my chest and sides. You dip your head slowly and take my nipples into your mouth...and do unto them what you love having done unto yours...teasing them gently, making them taut. You release them and continue down my torso, only to return to my nipples again. I gasp as you take them into your mouth with force, sucking on them with hunger, drawing from them my life force. My breathing quickens and you stop – and you remind me to breathe, in and out, slowly. You continue to explore my torso, now with fingers and your mouth, lapping me with your tongue, exploring every nook and cranny, tasting me. Now, you, press hard against me, insistent, impatient. You get off my body and explore me with just your lips and tongue. You touch my hips and I buck reflexively. You trace the outer aspect of my legs, strong and solid from years of soccer, and you reach for my feet and begin to slowly massage them, taking them into your mouth and sucking my toes, licking the arch and stroking the balls of my feet. You continue up the inside line of my legs, reaching my knees, stretching my legs out and holding them to stroke behind my knees. You take your time, gradually teasing me, knowing what I want, knowing I will have it soon, hoping I can understand the need to restore sensual sensation to every cell in my body, waking me up to the sexuality in every muscle. You nip the inside of my thighs, lick them, kissing them. You want to touch me, lick me, suck me, but you wait. You touch lightly with wetted finger the tip of my hard, swollen cock, delighting in its slick texture, and then you run your down its underside tomy balls. You circle and corral them in the palm of your hands, pressing, exploring, not claiming ownership. I feel so ready to pump, so ready to cum. Then, it truly begins – the delightful experience of lingam massage. You explore every little bump and wrinkle and vein and crevice, looking for new experiences for me. You listen to me breathe, and I gasp as you massage me with tongue, lips, fingers. You take my balls into my mouth, sucking them, pulling them down towards your throat, teasing them with my little nips. Releasing them, you plunge your mouth down on my cock, taking me in completely. I respond with vigor, fucking your mouth, fucking your throat. Just as I reach the edge, you release me. You suck me from tip to base, taking me in. I beg for release, once, twice, three times. You smile, relax your grip on me and remind me: breathe, slowly, in and out, enjoy this; it never has to end. Again and again, you grasp my cock gently, between your thumb and middle finger, as if you are holding a slice of lemon you will taste before drinking a shot of tequila, and you just slide up and down me, taking me almost to the tipping point, and then letting the charge in me subside a bit. I feel like a river swollen in floodtide, but the levee holds. The pleasure is agonizing beautiful. At times I feel the touch of a feather, drawn across the underside of my cock's head, as if you were playing my cock with the feather like a violin with a bow, could make me come. The impulse to thrust, to leap off the table and take you from behind, doggie-style, burying my cock deep into your cunt with unimpeded power, runs through my body, my mind, my imagination. I am at the mercy of your touch, and I love it and hate it. I want to cry out and you stifle my desire to cry with a kiss, and I plead to you with my lips, my tongue: Take me....take me all the way.... But I break the contact of the kiss. Don't take me, not yet; the torture of the pleasure is too beautiful. But, finally, I can't stand it anymore and I begin to buck. You then suck me hard, stroking me at the same time, reaching for my balls and drawing them up, your finger in my ass, stroking, humming, waiting, watching. I explode with the roar of a lion. When I am spent, you soothe me, stroking my hot, sweaty skin, comforting me as I try to find my body again, try to fit this experience into the space of myself, expanding that space to include this. Tantric 26th All packed and ready to go. What a week this has been! Some fun, a lot of crap, a modicum of stress, and a husband who could cut to the chase and make a call the wife could not. Poof, problem solved and the weight of the world lifted. Eamon to the rescue! Sheila smiled. A few hours at work that morning, and then home quickly to get ready, here it was 1 PM, and all that remained was for Eamon's truck to roll up the driveway. Sheila was excited, and anticipation of a great weekend wasn't the only dimension to it. Months ago they'd looked into options for their 26th wedding anniversary, and considered several options. Their 25th was behind them, and although marred by tumultuous problems in the months before, it ultimately became one of the most renewing weekends of their lives. Sex, sex and more sex for four days. It was as near perfect as possible. What could top it? Eamon suggested that the answer was probably "nothing could," and Sheila had to smile. He was right. Equal, or approach it maybe, but trying on purpose to top it might set up a let down. That was really a better goal. Better yet, let what ever they settled on just be enjoyable and something they could both look forward to, then back on with fond memories. Why set expectations and then risk failing to meet them? Of course that was Eamon logic rattling around her mind. Sheila was wired to dream, and anticipate to the enth degree and beyond it. Emotional and physical wellbeing were taking on power in their lives, and holistic strategies to achieve or maintain it managed to get both of their attention. Both of them viewed their spiritual and physical connection to be the thing that made their relationship strong, and kept them close. By accident, or maybe by dedication, they'd created a recipe for a comfortable and fulfilling partnership. So, something that would renew that made good sense. Sheila came across some brochures for couple's retreats on a rack at the doctor's office. She picked them up and brought them home. Eamon wasn't opposed, but the idea of spending time in seminars and discussion groups about constructive communication and creative arguing wasn't exactly his idea of fun. One of the groups had a website, and Sheila decided to check out their program before completely dismissing the idea. The relationship site was a bust. Eamon was right. Their marriage was strong already. Some of the links on it were intriguing though. Maybe they didn't need relationship advice, but time away together trying something new might be fun. Holy cow! There are actually retreats and workshops for jazzing up your sex life! Sheila had to laugh. But, one site offered workshops for tantric sex. They read about Tantric love together a while back, and had been trying some of the exercises in a book Sheila came across. A weekend away for the express purpose of having sex and pleasing each other was a lot more interesting than the other retreat options. Sheila saved the site as a favorite, and e-mailed it to Eamon. They did some investigating together over the next few evenings. Three different groups had workshops in Texas on their anniversary weekend. Eamon checked out some references and talked with the instructors. One sounded too clinical, so it was crossed off. The deciding factor was the recommendations they got from couples who took workshops with the groups in the past year. The retreat that ranked highest was offered at a quaint bed and breakfast in the Hill Country north west of San Antonio. Sheila liked the idea a lot, though Eamon was non-committal. He agreed it sounded interesting, but said they could do as well on their own somewhere without the expense of instructors and bullshit like classes. When Sheila asked if they were going to or not, the discussion was closed with him saying, "we'll see." After that, Sheila let it drop, unaware that Eamon took the initiative, and registered them. When the confirmation and information came in e-mail, he wrapped it in a small box, and gave it to her as an "early" anniversary gift. For well over a month, Sheila enjoyed a slow bubbling excitement, and now today, they were getting ready to go. All she could think about was loving Eamon, and his body. By the time she had the suitcase, carry on and airline tickets assembled, her groin was throbbing with anticipation. Their flight didn't leave until 5PM. "Gawd! I can't wait that long!" Sheila thought about some solo activity while she waited for her husband, and smiled at how naughty that would be. The workshop information recommended that they have sex in the morning before leaving so that urgency would be less of an inhibiting factor when they applied the first exercises that evening. So, they did that. But it hadn't worked because already Sheila was aching for more. Truth be told, she wanted more than sex she wanted a damned hard spanking and then some sex. Her heart pounded with both desire, and anxiety that Eamon was going to get home too late for that to be possible. Trying to fill the time, she logged on the computer and answered e-mails, and then she started proof reading a spanking story she was working on for a website. Her groin throbbed, and the growing temptation to go into the bedroom and relieve herself distracted her. Just as she was about to give in to it, Eamon surprised her by coming in the front door. She hadn't heard his truck pull up, and she was surprised that he didn't come through the garage. "Hey stranger, wanna mess a round with a really bad girl?" she smiled. "That's the plan," he smiled back, and pulled his tie loose. "Let me get a shower and changed and we'll head for the airport in about an hour." "But I've been having very evil thoughts right now," Sheila grinned and shifted her bottom suggestively on the sofa cushion. "Is that right?" Eamon chuckled. "Yeah, I think I should be spanked very hard for them too," Sheila nodded. "Very hard?" "Yes VERY VERY hard." "That bad huh?" Eamon tossed his tie onto the chair by the door, and put his hands on the buckle of his duty belt. "Yes, so bad my bum should be blistered," Sheila crooned and stood up. Her eyes focused on Eamon's hands and the bulge that was beginning to push out below them. "Then you better go to your room and pull those pants down hadn't you?" First his holstered pistol found it's niche in the locked safe behind the closet door, and then his duty belt landed with a thump on the floor. Eamon advanced on his wife with a mock stern look on his face. "Get moving or it will go much harder on you." Sheila sidled over to get in his way, and then scampered backward in front of him toward the bedroom. She couldn't help giggling. Eamon responded with a wicked smile. "You better wipe that grin off your face right now young lady or I'll have to deal with you severely." "Promise?" Sheila giggled more. "Oh yes, you bet your butt I promise," Eamon lunged and caught her by the waistband of her slacks. "First we'll take these off." Sheila responded by leaning up against her husband. They embraced and kissed. When her slacks fell with gravity, Sheila rubbed her stomach against Eamon's bulging groin. He leaned down and pushed her panties off her bottom, and then he grasped her cheeks and pulled her tighter against him. Sheila groaned and shivered. Her groin pulsed with excitement. Eamon's grip on her bottom tightened almost brutally. "You're a very bad girl," he crooned. "Yes I know. What are you gonna do about it?" Sheila bit Eamon's lower lip hard, her eyes twinkled with the dare. Eamon's eyes twinkled back, and he lifted Sheila to the bed, taking her mouth with his. He sat and placed Sheila between his knees. "Hard spanking?" he grinned. "Yes please, really hard," Sheila smiled. "Very bad huh?" "The worst," she nodded. "Over you go then." Sheila obediently turned and leaned down over Eamon's left thigh, laying her chest down on the bed and arching her lower back so that her cheeks spread and lifted for him. "This bottom is much too white to belong to such a bad girl," he remarked as his hand caressed and kneaded. "You'll fix that for me though won't you," Sheila answered with a sexy, ever so slightly sarcastic tease. "Oh yes," Eamon countered with a firm stinging slap. "Hmmm that's how to do it," Sheila lifted for another spank, and Eamon obliged. "A very hard spanking, for a very bad girl," Eamon set up a slowly building stinging rhythm. It was exactly what Sheila wanted, and soon her hips were gently bucking with the same rhythm as her spanking. As her bottom became warmer and warmer, her groin throbbed more. The building tension in her pussy fueled the sensual engine that drove her hips. They rolled and humped her husband's thigh, grinding in lascivious circles. Eamon chuckled, and shifted them both so that Sheila's legs parted and she straddled his knee. Now as he spanked her harder, her labia spread and her movements advantageously rubbed her clitoris on his firmly muscled thigh. "Oh yes!" Sheila's voice hutched. "Spank me harder!" He did. But soon, when his hand began to hurt, Eamon decided he needed another tack to bring her along faster. His left hand eased up under her pelvis, and up between the lubricated lips of her sex. Her juices made it feel like his fingers were stroking hot silk velvet. "Spank me hard. Honey! Really hard!" Sheila gasped with rapidly building arousal. Eamon obliged, enjoying her excitement and the sexy smell of her. She was close now, and he pushed her with spanks that would have made her cry with pain if he were punishing her. "Oh fuck!" she keened. "Harder! Spank me harder!" Sheila's hips pumped on Eamon's fingers as he spanked her as hard as he could. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" she gasped. "Please? Please!" "Good girl," Eamon spanked harder, and picked up the tempo with his fingers. "Unngg!" Sheila gasped as her body gave way to the intense spasms of orgasm. Eamon stroked her vulva and spanked her bottom until the movement of her hips eased into slow boneless jiggling circles, and the rhythmic contractions of her pussy on his fingers slowly abated. "Good girl now?" he crooned. "Very good I think," she whispered. "All better then," Eamon lifted her and pulled her into a hug between his legs. Then he pushed her panties the rest of the way down her legs and helped her step out of them. "Good girls get to ride the Texas pony if they play their cards right." Sheila stepped back and watched as Eamon pulled down his trousers and boxers freeing himself. His erection stood tall away from him waving an invitation to Sheila to climb on. Her smile was affectionate. The leaning tower of Texas, also known as little E, the dagger of delight, among other nicknames, had just acquired a new one; the Texas pony. "I don't know? I'm not sure you've been a good girl?" he teased. "But you spanked me to make me good?" Sheila grinned wickedly. "Yes I did, didn't I? Are you going to stay good for a while?" he smiled and leaned back on his elbows grinning down at his bobbing penis, and then up at Sheila. "A couple of hours maybe?" she crooned straddling both his legs, climbing up on the mattress onto her knees. "I warn you, if you're bad again soon, it will go very hard on your bottom," Eamon smiled and let his torso drop flat. Sheila shifted up so that she could mount him. "I won't be too good though OK? I might need another spanking pretty soon," she sighed as she slowly slid down onto her husband. Sheila loved the feeling of fullness that came with mounting him this way. At first she rode him with gentle grinding circles, and then long wet rubbing strokes against his pubis. Eamon closed his eyes, and layback letting Sheila do the work. That was something else that Sheila loved. Watching his face relax and then tense with arousal. It didn't take very long before Eamon approached climax and decided to shift them so he could thrust faster for it. "Turn around," he lifted Sheila to face away from him so he could lift up and enter her from behind. In that position, he was able use her hips as a handhold to pump himself vigorously inside her. Sheila came again after about a minute and Eamon followed shortly with his climax. "We're going to use ourselves up before this weekend even starts," he chuckled as he backed out and stood up off the bed. "Mmm, that's a nice thought," Sheila sighed. "Well, if we don't get moving, we'll miss the plane. Is everything ready?" "Everything but you," Sheila nodded, and scooted off the bed to the bathroom. "Clothes, PJ's, laptop?" "Yes everything," Sheila turned on the tap, and lathered a face cloth to wash between her legs. "Paddle ball paddle too?" Eamon's tone of voice carried a slight warning edge "Paddle ball paddle too, but I promise my attitude won't need that," Sheila answered. The paddle could be used for play, but lately Eamon had taken to using it preemptively every time her attitude became testy. Eamon finished undressing, and climbed in the shower. By 6:20 PM, They were in a rental car heading out of San Antonio toward their retreat. *********** Check in was easy. The group had a welcome table in the front hall of the large home, and signs directed them to the sumptuous library where the evening's session would be held. Eamon and Sheila had time to unpack and freshen up before the welcome buffet supper was served. Their room was huge, appointed with a large king sized sleigh bed, and a beautiful adjoining bathroom with an immense Jacuzzi tub and separate shower. "We should remember this place just for regular getaways honey, it's amazing," Sheila marveled. "It'll do," Eamon smiled and pulled her to him into a bear hug. "Happy anniversary Mrs. M." "You too Mr. M. I love you, you know?" Sheila looked up into Eamon's eyes and rocked side to side in his arms. "Hmm." Eamon nodded. "Me too." Supper was great. Sheila was less inhibited meeting the other couples than she feared. Counting the mentors, there were seven couples altogether. Ages ranged from 30 through 66. Sheila relaxed when she saw that there were no weirdos or fashion models among the group, just ordinary normal people. The intro session was fun, and further helped Sheila relax. Each couple shared about themselves, how long they'd been together, a little about family, and a lot about what their sexual interests were. Most had read at least something about tantric sex. A few had been using it for a number of years. All of the couples reported that they had very active and satisfying sex lives together, and that their main reason for coming to the workshop was to expand their horizons and try new things. Setting mood and cleansing were the first topics. Techniques for purifying their space, and preparing their bodies for pure loving were shared and discussed. Descriptions were frank and very sensual. Sheila wasn't the only one who found herself shifting her bottom on the sofa with the anticipation of the practice assignments they were being given. She smiled as she looked around and noticed that all of the men, Eamon included were sporting the tell tale bulge of erections. The mentors explained that there would be some in person demonstration in later sessions, and couples were free to touch and do whatever they felt comfortable with while they were in the group. But for that session at least, the most explicit activity was a beautifully done and extremely erotic videotape of the mentor couple bathing each other using some of the techniques described. At 9PM the couples were dismissed with candles, pure soap and oils and their assignments to prepare their space together, and then apply whatever mutual cleansing techniques appealed to them. The only specific request was that they try to make the ritual last for at least an hour, and if they could, that they try to use breathing and muscle tensing exercises to refrain from reaching orgasm for at least thirty minutes after initiating intercourse. Sheila's groin was throbbing so intensely from the discussion that she was sure she'd explode just from walking to their room. Her the cotton gusset of her panties was damp, and her labia were swollen so that walking was a very sensual massage. She couldn't help blushing as she and Eamon followed the other couples up the steps. The fronts of all of the men's pants bulged in the same state. There was no doubt that every one was going to be enjoying what remained of their evening whether they were successful lasting the recommended time or not. ******** Inside their room Eamon sighed and immediately unzipped his fly. "Now I know why the recommended outfit for the next two days is boxers and t-shirts," he laughed. "This is so cool honey!" Sheila exclaimed. "I'm so horny I'm going to explode." "Definitely not a run of the mill weekend," Eamon nodded and stepped out of his pants. "So what's first?" "Can you believe Nila and Paul?" Sheila stepped over to help Eamon with the buttons on his shirt, and cuddle against him. "They're so ordinary!" Eamon had to smile. "What were you expecting?" "I don't know? Hippies or movie star types I guess. I just didn't expect people like us," she answered wrapping her arms around his waist. "Randy sex crazed old geezers like us huh?" Eamon patted Sheila's bottom. "Out of these now, we have homework. We don't want to end up in detention now do we?" Their first task was to remove and neatly fold their clothes, and then prepare the bedroom for lovemaking. Each folded the other's clothes, and then placed the thick pillar candles on the bedside stands and the dresser on the far side of the room. The drapes were already drawn shut. Together they folded down and smoothed the sheets, and then placed the fresh gardenia flowers on their pillows. Sheila lit her candles first, and then Eamon lit his. With the bedroom ready, they stood at the end of the bed and embraced. Eamon's skin felt hot and silky next to hers. The tip of his hard penis was damp against her stomach. "You are so amazing," Sheila whispered as she rested her cheek on his breastbone. Her eyelashes tickled the hairs on his chest. "Never have wanted anyone but you sweet thing. You're everything I need, and then some," Eamon stroked Sheila's hair, and then captured her face between his palms so he could look into her eyes. "Even when I loose my temper and create problems?" she asked, her question sincere and filled with wonder. "Even then," he nodded. They kissed and moved into the bathroom. Eamon started the water running in the tub, while Sheila set out the three remaining candles and lit them. Sheila chose the jasmine and sandalwood oils, and put two drops of each into the water filling the tub, and then poured a capful of jasmine scented bubbles into the flow. Eamon peeled the fresh bar of French milled soap, and laid out towels. Sheila laid the combs and razors on the vanity, and then they both stood back and surveyed everything. "Looks like everything," Eamon suggested. "I think so," Sheila agreed. Eamon switched off the lights, leaving their naked frames bathed and caressed by soft flickering tendrils candlelight. They stepped into the tub and eased down so they were seated facing each other. Each took a face cloth, and used it to rinse the other while the tub continued to fill. As their mentor's recommended, Eamon let Sheila take the lead. She washed his face first; gently abrading the skin with the wash cloth, and then lathering her hands and smoothing his cheeks and forehead in gentle but firm strokes. The stubble of his whiskers felt especially pleasing with the soft lather of soap acting as a lubricant for her palms and fingers. "Gawd you're face is sexy!" Sheila sighed. Eamon simply smiled and kept his eyes closed while Sheila's hands ministered his skin. He was enjoying the process. When she rinsed off the lather, Sheila followed the rinse with kisses; first his forehead, and then his eyelids and his cheeks and chin, his ear lobes and the sensitive areas below them where she lingered, smiling when he shuddered and flushed with goose flesh. Before moving on to his chest and arms, Sheila kissed Eamon on the lips, and gave him her tongue in exchange for his. Tantric 26th It took everything in her to break that kiss and return to the ritual cleansing. Her groin throbbed, and her heart pounded with desire. For more than twenty minutes, Sheila ministered to Eamon and he let himself completely belong to her. Sheila lathered and massaged him until every inch of him was scrubbed squeaky clean. The last parts of him she gave attention to were his genitals and anus. Sheila marveled when Eamon actually let her slip the cloth and a finger into his anus and gently circle inside the sphincter. He actually shuddered and gasped with pleasure. After soaping and stroking his testicles and penis again and again, Eamon had to make her stop. "I'm going to loose myself honey, you'd better stop now," he whispered, taking her hands into his. It was Eamon's turn. He repeated everything Sheila had done, speaking to her quietly through all of his ministrations. He described why he loved her face and her freckles, and then her earlobes and neck; lathering, massaging and kissing them as he did. He lingered on her breasts soaping and rinsing and suckling them at least twenty times over until Sheila squirmed and shuddered with it. Her stomach, legs and back followed, and then her vulva. By the time he was finished the water was tepid, so he lifted the plug and had Sheila stand. While the tub drained, he turned the water on to run hot. Soaking and generously soaping a clean washcloth, he lathered her mons and then gently drew one of the twin blade razors down in a v pattern until she was bare. When that was done, the tub was drained. Sheila stood while Eamon rinsed the floor of the tub around her feet, and then obediently lay down on her back spreading her legs so that he could lather and shave her vulva. After kissing her labia, he skillfully denuded them before moving on to the delicate tissues close to her anus. The warm water he ran to rinse her felt wonderfully silky, his kisses to the newly exposed flesh were sensual and electric. Eamon lathered and shaved her underarms, and then her legs. When that was done, they both rinsed each other and gently toweled each other dry. They finished their cleansing ritual with Sheila seated astride Eamon's lap, lathering his face and gently shaving him. "That was amazing," Eamon said when she patted his cheeks dry with the soft terry towel. "I love you," Sheila whispered, as she leaned over him to kiss him. She shifted her hips forward so that her labia opened against his still hard cock. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Sheila rocked her hips to stroke his shaft between the swollen very needy lips of her sex. "I love you too," Eamon returned her kiss, and then stood with her wrapped around him. He brought them to bed, gently laid Sheila down and climbed in beside her. Facing each other lying on their sides, they cuddled close in an embrace; kissed and stroked each other's skin doing their best to keep this part slow and unhurried. When Sheila finally opened herself to invite Eamon to take her, he slipped inside and pulled her to him. They gently rocked together maintaining tight contact between their pubic bones. They talked quietly, maintaining sexual bliss with easy gentle circles against each other. Soon Sheila felt herself drifting toward sleep. Eamon began to pump within her; his thrusts were slow and unhurried. Sheila was so completely relaxed and drifting, she whispered, "I love you so much," as her pelvic muscles spasmed rhythmically in orgasm and she fell into peaceful sleep. Eamon came only a minute or so later and he too drifted off to sleep. They woke up a few hours later still entwined, having completed their homework successfully. After changing positions, they spooned together, and went quickly back to sleep. ******** Sheila was up first. Eamon continued to snore until the room was filled with the aroma of fresh coffee. "Hey you?" Eamon spoke when he came to and saw Sheila pouring a cup for herself. "Happy anniversary," Sheila smiled. "You too" his body trembled and shuddered as he stretched out of the fog of sleep. "Want your gift now?" Sheila's smile was coy. "Did you get me something good?" he smiled back. . "I think you'll like it," she answered opening the drawer, and taking out a two-foot long narrow box. She handed it to him and sat down on the side of the bed. "Get me some too," Eamon nodded to the cup of coffee Sheila cradled in her other hand. "Open it first OK," she shook her head no. Eamon obliged, and smiled wickedly when he opened the box. "That's the real deal honey?" "I know," Sheila nodded. "Like it?" ""Smells great!" Eamon sniffed the box. "Hmm," Sheila nodded as she leaned down to sniff the aroma too. "Shall we try it out now?" Eamon smiled. "After we have coffee maybe," Sheila smiled and stood up off the bed and went to pour Eamon some coffee. "We only have twenty minutes before we have to be downstairs for breakfast and the first session." "More than enough time I think," Eamon chuckled. He slipped out of bed, and went into the bathroom to relieve himself and splash water on his face. They enjoyed their coffee, and Eamon gave Sheila her gift. "Oh honey!" Sheila sighed when she opened the box. It was a long white, 600 thread-count, old-fashioned Calida night gown. The bodice was smocked and embroidered white on white with satin thread and ribbon, and pinned to the left collar was a small gold angel with a diamond heart. "Its beautiful!" "I thought you'd like it," he smiled. "But Eamon it's too much money?" she lifted the gown and held its silky Italian fabric against her skin. It felt as cool and luxurious as it looked. "None of that now," Eamon growled. "Do you like it?" "Oh yes!" Sheila nodded. "Good! Now you don't have to worry about not having a nice nightgown to wear today," he smiled and leaned over to kiss her. "Oh yeah!" Sheila smiled. "This will be perfect!" Sheila stood and pulled the gown on over her head. It fit nicely coming down to just above her insteps. Recommended clothing for the day's sessions was boxers and t-shirts for the men, and nightgown or caftan with no panties for the women. Clothes that would allow for some intimacy between couples while still preserving modesty. "Lemme test mine out now too," Eamon stood up and picked up the box. "Not too hard OK?" Sheila smiled. "Pile up those pillows and get your butt up over them," he instructed as he lifted the thick three tongued tawse out of the box. "London Tanners Glasgow Tawse" Eamon read the label and patted the leather across his palm. Sheila giggled as she piled and then lay down over the pillows. "Lift up that gown so your bum is bare now. Don't want to get any tanning oils on that white cloth." Sheila obeyed. Eamon climbed up onto his knees on the bed beside her. First he caressed her bottom with the long leather fingers. "You better behave from now on honey this is going to replace the bath-brush as a serious implement for punishment I think," he remarked bringing the tails down firmly on his palm. "Very serious toy, this one." Sheila wiggled her hips and grinned. "Well I'm not a bad girl right now, so just give me a little taste OK, nothing too hard." Eamon chuckled, and brought the strap down lightly. He repeated that several times until Sheila's bottom was starting to pink up. "Not too bad?" "Hmm, just right," she nodded lifting her bottom for more. "A little harder?" "OK," she nodded again. "Not too hard though." Eamon obliged. "Yikes!" Sheila lifted and wiggled her bottom. "Stingy!" "Marks good," Eamon noted, as he delivered a couple more slightly firmer licks. "Ow!" Sheila bucked her bottom vigorously. "Good huh?" Eamon asked. "Very stingy!" Eamon chuckled wickedly, and put his hand down on the small of Sheila's back. He held her down and brought the strap down moderately hard three times. "Oh shit!" Sheila gasped. "That's mean Eamon!" "Very good strap," Eamon sat back and admired his gift. Sheila lifted up onto her knees, and kneaded the sting out of her bum. She smiled, but wondered if that purchase had been a wise one. ****** The morning session was just as stimulating as the one the evening before. Tantric breathing, and PC exercises were described, discussed, demonstrated and then practiced. The demonstration was incredibly sexy. Like the guests, Nila and Paul were nude under their robes, but unlike the guests, the couple were completely uninhibited with being nude in front of everyone. They placed a large square pillow on the floor in the middle of the room, and embraced together in what they called the sexual lotus position. Nila sat on Paul's lap with her legs wrapped around his hips, and he sat with his legs open and crossed 'Indian' style. Paul's semi erect penis rested against Nila's pubis and lower belly between them. Gently caressing each other's faces, shoulders and arms, the mentor's demonstrated mutual breathing. Paul's erection grew quickly. Sheila couldn't help blushing. As a nurse she'd seen plenty of naked men, but except in a few pictures, she'd never in her life seen any man but Eamon in a state of sexual arousal. The sight was moving, unnerving and exciting. At least a few of the others seemed equally affected. Paul described the breathing and eye contact as he and Nila showed them how it was done. The PC exercises, muscle tensing exercises that tensed the 'pubo-coccygeal' muscles, were to be used with the breathing when ever either couple felt their sexual tension become too urgent. Everyone was asked to do them a few times. Sheila knew them already as the same Kegal exercises she was advised to use when she was pregnant, and then when she was healing after her deliveries. It was explained that these exercises would 're-circulate' sexual energy building up in the genitals back out into the body, allowing the experience of arousal to be more fully experienced, and help it last much longer. The mentors demonstrated for close to ten minutes, and then invited the guests to get their own pillows, find a spot, and practice. Everyone understood the reason for the nightgowns and boxers now. Intimate contact between couples was possible, without any body parts being seen by others. Even so, Sheila couldn't help feeling very self-conscious and embarrassed as she eased herself down into Eamon's lap. "Honey, we could do this in our room too," she whispered hugging him tightly. "Relax baby, everyone else is busy and pre-occupied by their own nerves, just look at me and relax," Eamon nuzzled her neck and stroked her hair and back gently rocking her until he felt her tension abate. He let her keep her eyes closed until she was able to fully ease up against him and relax, and then he coaxed her to lift her face up and look at him. In a few minutes they were breathing together looking deeply into each other's eyes. Sheila was surprised by how easy it was, and then how completely relaxed she eventually became. "There you go, that's better," Eamon smiled when he felt her labia open against his hardening penis. "Nice and wet now too," he winked. Sheila blushed and smiled. Everyone in the room rocked and breathed and quietly enjoyed their partner for well over an hour before Nila and Paul suggested that everyone should take some time alone to finish the exercise. Their assignment was to repeat the same ritual, only this time in the nude, and with penetration. If possible, orgasm should be prevented using PC exercises for at least forty-five minutes, but not more than and hour. This was essential they were advised, because it was important for the erection to be allowed to go down so the blood and hormones could refresh. Eamon and Sheila were happy to comply. It was a very pleasant exercise indeed. They showered together afterward, and then dressed to get out for a walk. They were free until four that afternoon. By noon they were both starving and ready for a nap. They had lunch with the other couples, and then excused themselves. Most of their companions had the same idea. The two-hour nap did wonders. When they woke, they were both content to rest quietly together. Eamon turned on the television, and Sheila took out the laptop and began a new erotic spanking story. When it was time to get back into their workshop clothes, Sheila had managed to click out close to four thousand words, and she was as aroused as she had been watching Nila and Paul together that morning. "Ready to go?" Eamon asked her as she saved her work and shut down the computer. "Yup," she smiled and stepped under his arm so he could lead her down to the library. "I'm having a great time," she said leaning into him and squeezing his waist. "Me too." The afternoon session was one of the most incredible things Sheila had ever experienced. The Art of Oral Pleasure. By the time the session was over, seeing Paul and Nila together that morning was no longer the sexiest thing Sheila had ever seen. First was a brief lesson in female sexual anatomy, - sensitive zones and the g-spot. Next was a video of Paul giving oral pleasure to Nila. It was edited showing only a minute or so of each step in the process. The lecture Paul gave to describe the techniques indicated that the actual scene had taken two hours to complete. It was thorough, and had the same effect on every one of the guests. Sheila squirmed as the video concluded with the camera zoomed in on Nila's vagina contracting rhythmically on Paul's up curved first and second fingers. Fingers that were massaging Nila's g-spot, as Paul' tongue lovingly caressed her clitoris. "Oh Gawd," Sheila whispered and leaned into Eamon's side. Eamon squeezed her shoulders. He was at least as turned on as she was, although his heavy terrycloth robe covered the evidence well. Paul smiled at the group, as Nila got up, and took over the session. Male sexual anatomy was next. Like Paul's discussion of female sensitivity, Nila paid particular attention to the parts that were most sensitive to stimulation, including discussion of some areas that might be too sensitive to tolerate prolonged or too vigorous attention. When Paul climbed up on the table and laid back for her to demonstrate, several members of the group including Sheila could be heard to take a shuddering appreciative breath. The demonstration was a beautiful thing to see, and the men were all profoundly affected. 80% of Nila's attentions were focused on the very sensitive ridge that surrounded the base of Paul's glans penis. She called this the corona, and advised that this was the most sensitive part of a man. Where that ridge came together on the underside, was the most sensitive area, and simply tapping this area with your tongue could get a man off within minutes. She teased Paul playfully, but then pointed out that it was much better to prolong her partner's pleasure than it was to get him off. That was probably the workshop's main message, and it was repeated again and again. The goal of sex is not orgasm, but rather mutual pleasure and spiritual connection through that pleasure. The longer that could be sustained, the more profound the union between partners could become. Nila's technique included showing how the testicles could be suckled without causing pain, and then last she described how to relax and control the gag reflex so that a fully erect penis could be taken all the way into the throat. She demonstrated it, but made a point to explain that since the shaft of the penis is not particularly sensitive, that there was no real need for this kind of activity. Good fellatio did not have to include taking the penis deeply into one's throat. Good fellatio caressed and suckled the areas of the man that most responded to touch and that was the glans, the ridge around it, the very sensitive verge at the base of the glans, and the testes for some men. Supper would be served at seven thirty. At six thirty, the guests were released. Both Nila and Paul suggested that the couples seek rapid relief before supper if they needed it and then plan to practice oral pleasure techniques later in the evening after repeating the ritual cleansing they'd engaged in the night before. There was no way that Sheila could have waited through a slow tantric session for release this time, and Eamon was in the same state. When they returned to their room, they wasted no time on preliminaries; Sheila's vagina spasmed with her first climax almost as soon as Eamon plunged into her. In less than two or three more minutes she gasped and cried out with an even more powerful wave of contractions. Eamon needed several minutes to reach his climax, and when he did it was as powerful as Sheila's had been. "Can you believe we're doing this?" Sheila panted when they rolled apart. "Fun isn't it?" Eamon chuckled. "Man o man!" Sheila whispered as she worked to catch her breath. ************ They decided not to stay in the dining room with the other couples for supper. Instead they filled plates at the buffet, and carried them up stairs. Eamon asked the owners for a bottle of wine, and the couple retired to their room for the evening just shortly after seven. They ate their supper and talked quietly, and then relaxed on the bed in quiet parallel activity. Sheila went back to her story, and Eamon cuddled with her and watched TV. Sheila's story was easy to write, seeming to pour out of her fingers onto the keyboard. By 9 it was finished, and ready for Eamon to read. When he finished reading, Sheila could see his visible appreciation for her skill with the erotic tale he winked when he realized she could see his arousal. Sheila stood and reached to take Eamon's hand. They still had a homework assignment to complete before they could go to sleep. Tantric Delight I've been a devotee of massage for a long time now. I don't mean the grubby little back-street massage parlours you see, where a teenager with a Slavic accent runs her hands across your back twice -- if you're lucky -- then asks what other 'services' you want to pay for; I'm talking real therapeutic massage. Okay, I admit that part of the attraction, for a bloke locked into a long and stable, but basically dull, marriage, is the feel of a strange woman, usually attractive, running her hands sensuously across your semi-naked body (they usually drape towels over your midriff). It's not just that, though; I get very stressed at work -- sometimes it feels as if someone's sticking hot knives into my shoulder blades -- and I do find that the occasional massage helps to relieve that. My wife isn't exactly wild about the idea, but she takes the view that there are a lot worse things that I could be doing with my time and money, and, after all, a massage is a form of non-sexual relaxation. Usually. I've been interested for a while in the idea of tantric massages, but I'd never had the opportunity to have one. I'd read about them on the Internet: lots of tantalising references to massaging the 'lingam' (Sanscrit for the cock, apparently meaning 'wand of light'), wrapped up in all sorts of Eastern mysticism bollocks. Unfortunately you just don't get that sort of thing in the remote corners of Scotland. I thought I'd have to invent an excuse to go to London for it. There are ladies offering the service there using exotic names like Goddess Electra and Enchantress Romana, and similar handles. They all charge a lot more than you'd pay for a standard session, but, well, for a two-hour sensuous massage, entirely naked, with an extended hand job thrown in I thought it probably sounded worth it. Then, tapping words into the Net at random one day, miracle of miracles, I found a 'tantrica' operating less than 100 miles away! I think she must be the only one in Scotland, and I was onto her website like a shot. That was called mystichealingtherapy.com, but she didn't go in for any fancy personal titles, just her name, Juliet Reid. There was a photo of her, and she looked like an average, reasonably pretty, middle-aged white woman with short brown curly hair, green eyes, a longish slim nose, a dimpled chin and full lips, with a smile that revealed even white teeth. The accompanying blurb told me she was 43 years old and that several years ago she'd ended her marriage of 15 years in order to 'become more grounded and find my true self', with the help of her Californian partner, Zachary. About eighteen months ago she'd trained as 'a facilitator and counsellor in sacred sexuality and tantric massage'. The website introduced me to her 'sacred space' -- basically a wooden shed behind her house -- and there was all the usual stuff about chakras, life force potential, self-balance, that sort of thng. Yeah, yeah. The description of the massage itself sounded interesting. It began with a bathing ritual, 'to commence the process of purging the body of the toxins of everyday life', and then proceeded to a full body therapy, 'with particular emphasis on the lingam'. The massage took place in a 'naturist environment', but the client was there to receive, not give, so was requested to respect the therapist's boundaries and not touch her in return. So, to sum up, a fairly pretty woman of a similar age to me was going to strip naked, give me a bath, then an extended massage with scented oils, which would end with her giving me a luxury hand job, and I could look but mustn't touch. I thought that sounded fair enough, on balance, and whipped off an e-mail to her. Juliet replied the next day and we'd soon arranged an appointment for me in the middle of the next week. I didn't actually mention it to the wife, just booked a day's leave at work, and on a fine, crisp Autumn morning I set out for the wilds of Perthshire. It was just as well I'd checked the location on Multimap. It was miles from the nearest town, and at least half a mile from any other building that I could see, down a leafy lane several twists and turns from the main road. As I got out of my car I nearly walked into a human tower of flesh: a huge guy, tall, wide and bulky, with a greying beard, a rapidly receding hairline and a long ponytail. He greeted me with a warm smile and a soft American accent -- clearly this was Zachary. He directed me to a side door of the cottage a few yards away and went back to creosoting the gate post. As I approached the house, Juliet opened the door and bid me "Namaste", placing her hands in a prayer position just below her chin and dipping her head in a small bow. My first impression was her height -- she was only an inch or two shorter than me, maybe five-ten in her flat bamboo sandals. She had a Home Counties English accent, quite posh, and I would have taken her for ten years younger than her actual age. She was pale, and slim, but there were a decent sized pair of boobs under the plain white elasticated blouse she wore. That was accompanied by a simple shin-length blue cotton skirt, trimmed with daisies on a white background, also with an elasticated waist. Not sure how to reply to her greeting I just smiled and said "Hi", and she showed me into her tastefully decorated lounge. There we sat while Juliet asked me the usual health questions, blood pressure, allergies, that sort of thing. Then she showed me to her bedroom and invited me to strip while she ran what she referred to as a rose petal bath. As I waited I sat in a wicker chair and sipped a freshly pressed apple juice she'd given me, wearing only a light cotton robe and feeling very self-conscious under the unblinking yellow stare of a smoke grey cat which nestled on the bed. When Juliet took me into the bathroom I saw that it was literally a rose petal bath -- dozens of red petals floated in the water. I climbed in and Juliet, now dressed in a sarong tied above her chest, knelt beside the bath. As her soft hands stroked water and bath oil across my arms and chest I began to feel very relaxed. Then she did my legs and feet. Finally, she picked up a natural sea sponge and delicately rubbed it up and down across my privates. I then got out of the bath, picking off the rose petals which had clung to me, and my masseuse dried me, using a combination of soft rubbing and squeezing on my genitals that began to get my blood pumping. I then put on my robe again, together with a pair of rubber flip-flops which Juliet had given me, and she lead me through a pretty garden, filled with rose bushes and a couple of apple trees, to her sacred space -- the aforementioned shed. It was a pleasant day, warm with a light breeze, but when she opened the door of the building I felt a blanket of heat envelope me. There was a standard massage table to one side of the room, and a thin double mattress on the other, covered by a sheet and a large towel. The walls were decorated with Eastern mystic style pictures -- Indian goddesses, Sanscrit text, that kind of thing. On a shelf, beside bottles of massage oil, stood a small gold statue of Buddha. Juliet and I sat cross-legged on the mattress, and she took my hands in mine. She then asked me to close my eyes, breathe deeply, and think about my goals for the day's session. Basically, my goal was to get a nice relaxing massage, so I concentrated on that. As I breathed, Juliet spoke in a soft, soothing voice, telling me to feel my body relaxing bit by bit, and to take each breath right down into my lingam. I wasn't sure how to do that, but I did my best! After five minutes or so of that I was fully relaxed. After asking me if I had any questions Juliet asked me to lay face down on the massage table. She fiddled about with a tape player for a few seconds, then I heard the sort of music you so often get at this sort of therapy -- soft ethereal music, the wind through the trees, temple bells, the occasional whale call, anyone who's had a real massage will probably know all this stuff. I heard the sound of Juliet removing her sarong but, being on my front, I couldn't see her at that point. She conducted the massage more or less silently, which I much prefer to a chatty therapist. I felt hot oil pool in the small of my back, then Juliet's warm hands stroking it across and around my buttocks. She stroked a finger several times along the creases where my legs meet my bum, which gave me a nice tingle, and several times a finger caressed its way down the crack of my bum, going just deep enough to feel quite erotic. After several minutes of that she worked her way onto my thighs, her finger tips just occasionally grazing my scrotum. Then she went down my legs and to my feet. A lot of masseuses don't do the feet for some reason, and those who do tend not to do them very well, so you just end up getting tickled. Juliet's touch was magic, firm strokes on my soles with the palm and heel of her hand, and working her fingers up each individual toe, all of which I found very enjoyable. Finally she did my back, kneading her palms gradually upwards from my waist. By this time I was really relaxing into what was an excellent massage. Then I felt a light touch grazing along my back. It happened again, and I was certain she was trailing her nipples across my skin, while continuing to caress me with her hands. She stood at the head of the table to work my shoulders and neck, and through the hole my face fitted into I could see her bare feet, with deep red toenails, and her slim legs. She massaged my arms and each finger before giving my neck a really good working over, then massaged my scalp. Then she put her lips very close to my ear and whispered to me to take a moment or two then, when I was ready, to move back to the mattress and lay on my front again, with my arms out to the sides. When I sat up my cock was already semi-erect, and I got my first proper look at Juliet. Her entire body was pale, except for her chest. Her nipples were a delicate shade of pink, and her upper chest was lightly freckled. Her boobs were nicely rounded, as impressively large as I'd thought against her otherwise slim body. Between her thighs there was a well trimmed patch of reddish-brown hair. I lay as she asked, then she asked if I had any lower back problems. I assured her I didn't then, to my surprise, she lay full length on top of me, spread-eagled as I was. Her skin was surprisingly cool against mine. I could feel her breasts cushioning against my back, and her pubic hair crinkling against my bum. She lay like that for maybe twenty seconds. As she slowly peeled her oily body off mine I felt her nipples trace across my back. Then, in a soft but businesslike tone, she asked me to turn onto my back, and to start breathing deeply. As Juliet moved into position beside me I caught a clear view of her pussy lips, then she started the frontal massage. She started on my thighs, and tickled her fingers along the V at the top of my legs, either side of my groin, the backs of her fingers brushing firmly against the soft flesh of my scrotum. My willy was beginning to take a definite interest at this point. My head was elevated on a pillow, and I watched mesmerised at Juliet's tits swung as she worked. Her eyes were closed in concentration, and she was breathing as deeply and rhythmically as if she was in the middle of a particularly intense fuck. She worked her hands up onto my pubic area and my belly, spreading oil all around my prick and occasionally brushing against it, but not actually grasping it. She worked her way up to just above my belly button then sat back on her haunches and quietly asked how I was feeling. I responded that I felt great, very relaxed. After I'd reassured her that I still had no questions, she stood and walked round the mattress until she was kneeling above my head. Then she started to massage my chest. As Juliet's hands reached across my head I stared straight upwards, at her boobs dangling inches from my eyes. As she made a second stroke down my chest the boobs dropped lower. She started massaging my nipples between her fingers, and her breasts lowered again, the undersides virtually brushing my face. I was keenly aware of the restriction on touching her, but there's only so much provocation a man can take. Experimentally I slipped my tongue out and stoked it across the soft flesh of one boob. I half-expected Juliet to slap me and scream for Zachary, but she didn't so much as flinch, just carried on tweaking my nipples, her eyes still closed and her breathing steady. Encouraged by that I lifted my head a fraction and closed my lips around her nipple. Far from reacting negatively, she actually dropped her chest slightly to ease the strain on my neck. As Juliet continued to massage my chest and abdomen I sucked and licked at her nipple, then switched breasts. The taste was a combination of oil and sweat, and certainly added to the pleasure for me of the whole experience. After maybe a minute I felt Juliet shuffle forward as she started to stroke my belly again. As she did my tongue brushed across her navel, and a moment later I felt her pubes tickle my nose. Then, as Juliet's oiled hand curled around my cock, her bum slid into my view and her pussy was suspended inches above my mouth. I was worried that I still didn't really know what her limits were, but I slid my tongue out and just touched it against her slit. She simply carried on massaging my dick, while with her other hand she cupped my balls and rubbed oil into them. Deciding to take the plunge, as it were, I stroked my tongue firmly along the length of her snatch. If there was any reaction from her, it was just to start caressing my cock a little more quickly. Finally throwing caution to the wind entirely, I reached up and pulled Juliet's labia apart with my thumbs, then slid my tongue deep inside her, waggling it around. I pushed a hand up inside her as well, and licked and fingered her as she continued to stroke my dick and knead my balls. There was no way I was going to last long in that situation, and quite shortly I began to pump my juice onto her hand. I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm which felt that intense, or which lasted for so long. I'm sure Juliet didn't come, but she was certainly pretty damp inside when she swung a leg off me and knelt beside me, massaging my sperm into my belly together with the oil which covered it, eyes still closed and breathing still deep and rhythmic. As I lay back in the afterglow of my orgasm Juliet got up, towelled herself off and re-tied her sarong. Then she sat next to me on the floor and asked again how I felt, which was of course wonderful! She talked to me in a perfectly relaxed manner, as if it had just been an entirely normal massage, saying I had reacted well and if I liked she could send me some easy exercises to do. (They turned out to be breathing routines and a script on the efficacy of daily masturbation.) Then I dressed in the robe again and she took me back to the house to shower. When I was dressed again I sat with Juliet in the lounge and paid her. I couldn't get out of my mind what had happened, or stop wondering whether I maybe wouldn't be allowed back, so I made some comment about hoping I hadn't transgressed her boundaries. She gave me a coy smile. "Don't worry about that, it's necessary to mention it to discourage the wrong sort of people coming here for the wrong reasons. Once I've developed a level of trust with a client I'm content for the massage to extend to whatever level is necessary to meet the subject's needs." I've programmed Juliet's contact number into my mobile 'phone, and I'll most definitely be going back. After all, it really was an excellent massage, and for days after it I felt more relaxed than I have in ages. Besides, now we've established a level of trust, who knows what she might massage my 'lingam' with next time?! Tantric Massage The alarm wakes you from an erotic dream--DAMN! No time to masturbate, as you remember the massage appointment you made--time for just a quick shower--throw on panties, dress and sandals--grab your purse--and out the door. On the way to my office you reflect back on the dream you awoke from. IN IT, you were fucked RELENTLESSLY by a dominant male figure--you had to do what he told you to do. As you drive on, you feel the warmth build around your labia, and by the time you arrive, you are on fire. When we meet the first thing you notice is that I am a big, tall man, but after a few words are spoken, your instinct tells you that you will be comfortable with me. You can't help but to think back to your dream, you look up and see my eyes piercing into your very being, and you know that I know what you are thinking--what you are feeling, and what you need. I can tell by the way you hold your body, that indeed, you are in need of "SPECIAL" touch. The air around us becomes supercharged with lust, as eye contact becomes body browsing, thrilling the way our chemistry magnetizes us toward the massage table. "I will instruct you in the ways of "TANTRA." "You are my disciple--my student--my apprentice, my servant. "I am your MASTER." "The chain that binds you to me is your own need for what I am going to do to you." Even before I have laid a hand on you, moisture is seeping through your panties, causing you to be aware of your labia and clitoris. I instruct you to stand perfectly still s I undress you. You have chosen to wear a light cotton sundress that buttons down the front. As I begin to work at the top button and work my way down, I find you are braless. The sight of you naked breasts under your dress adds even more pressure to the front of my trousers. This, of coarse, catches your eye, but you are to be still in spite of the urge to reach out and run your palm over the outline of my semi-erect organ. As I unbutton lower, I kneel in front of you so I can be close to what I am revealing to my eyes. The last button is just below your navel, and after it is free, I stand back up to insert my hands under the opening at you shoulders and slide the dress off, letting it fall to the floor; leaving you standing there in your panties and sandals. Again I kneel to unfasten your sandals, and after setting them aside, I get the first drifting aroma of sex emanating from your panties. This gives me another surge of blood into my groin. I can feel a drop of pre-cum forming at my piss-slit. Now I tease you a little by inserting two fingers under the leg band of your soggy panties and brush your pouty lips with the back of my knuckles. This brings a moan from your lips and a push from your pelvis; I have to remind you to be silent and hold still, or I will stop. Stopping is the last thing you want me to do, SO YOU STAND UP STRAIGHT IN SILENCE. Finally I reach up, hook my thumbs in the waistband, and bring the panties off your hips, over your thighs, past your knees, and off your feet. I bring them close to my face. I can see the clear girl slime puddled in the crotch and I can smell your fragrance. I run my fingers through the crotch and capture your product on my fingertip and bring it up my lips. AHH! The flavor is intoxicating and my pulse pounds at the fly of my shorts. Again I sweep my fingers through the dampness and bring my hand toward your mouth, touch the tips of my fingers to your lips. I tell you "In order to sensitize your lover, you must sensualize yourself; See what your lover sees; Smell what your lover smells, and taste what your lover tastes. To know your lover is to know yourself." Your tongue appears from between your lips and you taste yourself. I leave you standing with a puzzled look and give you a quick inspection. You can feel my eyes caressing you as I take in your nakedness. You find yourself trembling in anticipation of my touch. I walk around you looking your body over, taking mental notes as to where I want to spend the most time when massaging you. I touch you only a few times before I have you get up on the table. I inform you "Even though I am your master you are going to be pampered to orgasm. During the massage you will be brought to the peak of completion several times but not allowed to set foot on the summit; other times you will come close to falling asleep, but if you do, you may miss something. I instruct you to lie down on your stomach allowing your arms and legs to hang to the sides. Because I anticipate a certain amount of uncontrolled thrashing about, I begin attaching soft restraints to your wrists and ankles. I allow your hips to move and I tell you that it is OK to moan, but if you get too loud I will stop (EFFECTIVELY MENTALLY GAGGING YOU). As you begin to settle in, you start to notice all the subtleties that, at first, you were unaware of. The aroma of the scented candles and incense; the soft music in the background, the flannel sheets, and the perfect temperature of the room. "I want you to take 4 or 5 deep breaths, and as you do, try to imagine your body weight melting into the top of the table." "Let the music take you to the far corners of your mind." You relax into a trance-like state of consciousness, somewhere that your body, mind, spirit and sex come together. I begin by running my hands softly over your entire body, in your hair, over your shoulders, along your sides, over your ass, down to your thighs, calves, ankles, feet, and toes. Then I start back up the body using the same soft yet firm pressure. I repeat this several times, occasionally lingering close to the juncture of your legs, only to give you the thought of me touching your sex. Now I take out the warm oils (almond and lemon scented) and begin to spread them over your back and shoulders, down to your, now grinding, hips, back up along your sides, touching the sides of your breasts, and back over your shoulders. I repeat this 4 more times. In spite of all the control you can muster, you can't stop moving your hips. It strengthens my erection to see you trying to dry-fuck the table. I begin to do a standard Swedish massage, spending a great deal of time on the neck and shoulders. This gives you some time to catch your breath a little, but I notice that your hips have never stopped moving, and as your glutes relax a teaspoon amount of femme cream oozes from between your puffy lips. AHHH! My nostrils take in the most beautiful aroma ever produced. My cock responds to the stimulus, telling me it's time to make myself more comfortable. As I strip down to my underwear, I notice that I am not exactly dry myself. My tool springs free as I quickly remove the last of my clothing confines and bring the cloth under the face rest where your eager nose takes in my male scent. Your response is several deep breaths and your senses respond to what your nostrils take in. Now that I am naked, It truly feels good to have the air caress my balls, cock, and ass. I notice a pearl drop has run down from the opening to the corona ring around my cockhead. I tell you to look up so you may observe this. "You naughty girl, licking your lips that way." I proceed with the massage, doing feather strokes over the top half of your body. These are very light touches, bringing goose flesh up all over you like little electric pulses that cause you to give some good hard pulls to your restraints MORE GIRL JUICE. "OH SHIT" you say, whereupon I remind you of how I'll end the massage if you get to verbal. I think it's time to have our first taste of genital contact. I get a good handful of almond scented oil and apply it smoothly to your labia. You respond by thrusting your hips up to me, giving me as much room to move my hands as your confines will allow. You are so wet that I really don't need the oil, but I like the way the almond mixes with sex. ODOURE EXTRAORDINAIRE. A whispered "YES! YES! escapes your lips. God, you are hot. And so am I. It's all I can do to keep from climbing up on that table, cover you with my body, and slip my meat into your spasming hole. But I what's coming, so I continue massaging your lips and clit until you experience a minor orgasm. I continue to massage your butt, thighs, and calves-and the wonderful foot massage; spending a considerable amount of time on each individual toe. You think of all the beautiful feelings going through your body and not remembering anything so erotic in all your life. You just want this massive man to take you and take you hard. "It's time to roll over" is whispered into your ear with a warm breath. I loosen your restraints to give you enough freedom to move. I help you to roll over onto your back. While in transition I notice the large, damp spot left on the sheet where your nectar has leaked out. I notice your eyes find my hard-on, pulsing just inches away; so tempting. Your whole body trembles from the minor spasms in your legs and abdomen. As I ease you onto your back, I see that your bush is all matted from your juices that you were grinding into. I have you scoot down toward the foot of the table until your ass is but a few feet from the end; your knees hanging over. I refasten the restraints on your wrists to go over the head of the table so that your arms are stretched out over your head. Then I bend the knees, soles of the feet flat to the table, and fasten the ankle restraints to the handles near your hips; your heels are touching your ass cheeks. I take some more time to survey the sight laid out before me. I see lust in your eyes, the rosy color in your face, the sweat forming at your brow and throat, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the movement of your breasts as you breathe, the nipples pointed and hard, projecting themselves out of a spiral of the wrinkly flesh of your aureoles; down to the bend of your waist where your thighs head up to your knees, which are pointed toward the ceiling, back down to your bound ankles and feet. MY GAZE TRAVELS BACK UP TO YOUR VULVA, WHICH IS NOW WIDE OPEN TO MY EYES AND MY HANDS--THE PUFFY PINK OUTER LIPS--THE BEAUTIFUL RED INNER LIPS, WHICH ARE STARTING TO ROLL BACK AND SPLAY OUT TO EXPOSE YOUR WET, SLIMY HOLE--THEN UP TO THE CLIT, ALL SWOLLEN AND PEAKING OUT FROM ITS LITTLE HOOD. AND, YES! THAT INTOXICATING SMELL. I LOVE IT! I gather some oil in my hands and begin to spread it over the front of your torso. I start at your throat and with a gentle pressure, slide my hands down to your shoulders, over your breasts and nipples, across your stomach, to the bush below. I repeat these strokes 4 times, and each time I come to your breasts, you arch your back a little so the nipples are pressed into my palms. And when I bring the oil into your bush, you thrust your hips off the table in an attempt to push your clit into my fingers. I begin oiling your legs, giving special attention to the top of your thighs making sure to come into contact with your sex from time to time. And now it's time. Your body is ready; your mind is ready; your sex is ready. First I feather stroke every place on your body that is in view. This causes you to pull on the bindings and make all sorts of cooing, moaning, and labored breathing sounds. I come back up to your breasts and hold each one in both hands for a few seconds then go back to the other breast again. Then while holding the breast, I gently apply a little more pressure, spiraling up to the nipple, which I brush the tip of with the palms of each hand. I repeat the procedure with the other breast, then again several more times on both. I get excited watching you twist and contort. I hear you begging me, in soft whispers, to let you cum. "MASTER PLEASE! I NEED IT! I NEED IT SO DAMN BAD! PLEASE MASTER PLEASE!" I have to remind you of the silence agreement. I work my way down to your steaming, wet pussy and draw out your outer lips with my thumb and forefinger; stretching them out and away; spilling juice all over your crotch. It runs down your ass crack to your ass hole. Girl cum bathes my fingers and hands. You have had another mini-cum. It was so sudden; your body hardly had a chance to spasm. You try and clamp my hand in place with your thighs, but I have other plans for my hands. I give you a little time to come down before I continue massaging your cunt. With one hand I hold your lips wide apart, and with the other hand I trace your labia and clit with my fingertips. This generates some more movements from your hips. I continue for a few minutes, then ease two fingers gently inside; palm up so as the fingers enter, the thumb comes into contact with your clit. My fingers find your "G" SPOT. This exactly what your pussy has been waiting for. I slowly work the fingers in and out of your gushing hole; and while doing so, my thumb does tight little circles around the head of your clit. After a few minutes of this, your body explodes in a cascade of spasms; sounds you can no longer control. Your back comes into a full arch, only your feet, shoulder blades, and tethered arms touch the table. Your face contorts into a tight grimace, teeth clenched, chords in your neck are strained and exposed, deep gruntle sounds escape from somewhere deep in your solarplexes. Your nipples look as though they are going to pop right off your tits. Clear trails of girl-cum string down to the table from your high arched position. I slip in a third finger which caps off the orgasm well; and your torso makes its way back slowly to the table. I hold my hand right where it is, not moving my fingers still deeply embedded in your hot, pulsing cunt. I know your cunt is ultra-sensitive and any movement may cause such an intense sensation that it may prove to be counterproductive. After quite a long while, I slowly remove my fingers, and look directly into your eyes as I lick them clean of your dew. I reach for the massage oil and apply it to my raging hard-on; you watch this through the haze of a post orgasmic fog; it has your relaxed attention. You can make out the thick shaft slipping through my fingers, pumping up to and over the rounded, bright pink head. I tell you how beautiful you are as I look at your body. In about 25 strokes I feel my balls start to tighten and the wonderful sensations of a class "A" orgasm fills my cock. A moan leaves my throat as the first gush shoots up over your head and lands between your wrists and elbow. The second over your shoulder, but strings out over your breast and along your ribcage. The third projects itself across your stomach and pool in your navel. The fourth just boils out the end of my prick and rolls down your side. My orgasm is so powerful that it takes me some time to recover. I milk the last of my cream from my sensitized tool, then, after the spasms subside, I leave; shortly to return with some hot, wet towels and proceed to remove our cum from your body. I untie you and help you scoot up on the table, so your legs will be supported. I massage your arms and ankles to bring circulation back. I then put you under a nice warm flannel sheet, and tuck it in around your shoulders Lightly I run my hands over the top of the sheet and give you a soft kiss next to your ear. I ease myself silently from the room, while soft music brings on the slumber. MASSAGE OVER. Tantric Massage First story. Written in a single-setting so it's shorter than it ought to be. But I had an experience tonight I just had to share. * I didn't know what to expect as I knocked on the second-story apartment door. Though I've had an active sex life in my twenty-eight years, I'd never ventured into the — shall we say — "commercialized" avenues. But one week into a three-month stay in Europe, and working twelve- to fourteen-hour days, I was finding it difficult to make the time to even hit the bars, let alone get to know the local ladies. I turned to the Internet. The city in western Europe apparently has a thriving sex scene. Sex shows. Brothels. Escort services. I inquired about a particular escort, a tall twenty-something Scandinavian blonde named Sara with beautiful, perky tits. My imagination quickly ran rampant as I imagined her in my hotel room, but the combination of the 300-euro hourly rate and the nagging concern in the back of my mind about contracting a little souvenir on my trip kept me from sealing the deal. I went to work that next morning and my foreign colleagues kept catching my eye. As we sat around the large table, my cock kept twitching as I gazed upon one particular woman. She was 5-8, not particularly skinny but by no means out of shape, with these beautifully shaped breasts that pressed against her blouse. As we studied our respective documents, she caught my glances on more than a few occasions. By the time I got back to my hotel tonight — yes, this happened tonight — I was hornier than I could remember. I google-searched for Sara, the escort, again. But another result caught my eye. "Tantric massage." Before I knew it, I was walking down the dark alleys of this metropolis, navigating toward its address. As I walked along, I started thinking: What might happen? My erotic fantasies were tempered by concerns over what else might happen. What if it's a scam? What if there's a huge pimp there who empties my wallet before he lets me leave? What if the massage therapist pick-pockets my unattended clothing and I'm left explaining to my employer how I lost my wallet, passport, and company credit card? Mustering my courage as I arrived, I knocked on the door, and a comely Caucasian woman answered wearing a black negligee that fell just below the curve of her ass cheeks. "I'm Andrea," she introduced. "Do you have a reservation?" "Oh, um... I didn't know.... I needed one." "One moment please..." she said as she walked away. Returning a few minutes later, she explained: "Ten minutes?" "No problem," I replied. She beckoned me in. I gazed around at the small lobby area of this apartment-style office. The first thing I noticed was the scent of exotic oils wafting through the air. Other than the nectar of a woman, I'd never found a scent to be so erotic before, but I immediately felt both at peace and sexually charged. Andrea led me into a room, and I couldn't help but watch her beautiful ass swaying beneath her negligee. She led me into a room down the hall on the right, and I walked into a large room — probably 20' x 20' — with a large futon cushion in the middle. She offered me a glass of water, and I asked (fibbing a little): "I only have 70 Euros to spend, will that cover a massage?" "Yes, yes," Andrea promised. And then walked away. I sat on a chair in the room, waiting anxiously, and my imagination began to drift. What would 70-euros buy? I didn't even know whether, for sure, this would result in a hand job.... As my imagination ran wild though, the door opened and Andrea entered with a young, tiny Filipino woman. "This is Angelica," Andrea introduced. I gazed at this beautiful young nubile. Her face was not a "10" — but very cute — and she had the sexiest petite little body. Tiny, but with some curves, especially on her nice ass. She was wearing an orange bra and thong, and my cock immediately started to harden, as I developed a bit more of an idea about what to expect. "Take your clothes off, and lie there," she instructed, after placing a disposable sheet-cover over the futon. As I lay down, naked, I gazed at her body ... wondering if I was allowed to touch her modestly, even on the legs. "On your stomach," she directed and then she reached around to unclasp her bra. Holy shit, I thought.... I looked back over my shoulder at her as the bra slid down her body. Her tits were small (maybe a small "B" cup) but she had the longest, most exquisite nipples I'd seen in a long, long time. Not so long as to be comical, but a good inch and a half poking out of her small, perky tits. She kneeled beside me and, after gathering some oil, her hands began to rub my back, my legs..... After a few minutes, she tugged my legs apart and uttered, "Wider." Her strokes began to pass along my inner thighs, growing ever closer to my scrotum. Before I knew it, she was stroking her hand between my ass cheeks and sliding down to my ball-sack, rubbing gently. She reached around under my body and for the first time closed her tiny hand and fingers around my rock-hard pole. A bit about me. I'm average build, in decent shape but no gym rat. My cock is average in length (maybe 6") but incredibly thick. I felt it pulse and throb as her fingers encircled me. Rubbing ever so gently, she then leaned over and began to rub her body along my own. I was looking off to the side (lying on my belly) and observed her in the mirror on the wall, watching her nipples stiffen further as they stroked and passed along my body. She straddled my ass and the small of my back, and I felt the heat of her pussy passing through the thin material of her thong... it felt amazing. I started to moan aloud, inadvertently, and I heard her coo in my ears. At this point, the massage had already exceeded my expectations. I had been hopeful that she would give me a handjob to completion, but never expected nakedness. Yet, here this beautiful young Asian was writhing her tight body against my own...her nipples teasing my back. I wanted nothing more than to turn over .... Would she let me? Before I knew it, the body-slide was over and she was back, innocently rubbing my feet, calves, hamstrings... After a few minutes, her hands drifted to my hip and reached around to stroke my cock again. My body kept shifting, rolling over on my opposite side, praying she would just, for the love of God, roll me over onto my back so that I could gaze at her in something other than the mirror. But she continued to tease me, one hand teasing and grasping my shaft while the other slid between my ass cheeks, running the side of her hand along my asshole. I'd never been touched there before and wasn't sure what to expect. I admit I was relieved that she didn't attempt to penetrate my asshole, but the tingling sensation as she brushed the edge of her hands past me (in a blade) was...well, rather nice. My mind drifted and I thought, Surely my 45 minutes are over any minute? This must be as good as it gets? Perhaps sensing my mood, Angelica leaned to my ear and breathily whispered, "Roll over, Mike...." As I did, she kneeled between my spread legs and took my cock between her hand. The sensual site of her petite fingers around the base of my cock, her cute Asian face looking down at me, and her nipples protruding from those perfect tits, caused me to surge even harder. I wasn't sure of the rules but decided to press my luck and slid my hand over to her thigh... waiting for a reaction. She was neutral, so I asked, Is this okay? She looked at me with a knowing smile, reached down to take my hand — she's going to remove it — and guided it up to her breast. My eyes rolled back as I felt her gorgeous breast... my fingers kneading and massaging her titflesh, then honing in on that perfect, dark pink nipple .... Hearing her moan as I wrapped my fingers around her. I began to wonder to myself, Does she get off on this? Even a little?? Or is this merely a chore at this stage?? Once more, Angelica seemed to be inside my head....she looked at me with a smile, crawled up so that her knees straddled my hips, and she lowered her panty-clad pussy to the hard underside of my shaft, pinning it against my body. She started to slide her hips up and down along my shaft, and I felt the material of her thong growing wetter and wetter with each slide. This girl is unbelievable. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as she slid up and along my shaft, and for the first time of the night I suspected that I would orgasm here... As I felt my balls start to churn, Angelica abruptly.... Lifted away from me. What the fuck? Is my time up? I wondered. She then swung her hips around into a sixty-nine position, placing her orange-thong-clad pussy within an inch of my face. Before I could even process what was happening, my fingers slid her thong aside, revealing her perfect pussy to me... and I pulled her to my face. Aiiiii, she cried out as my tongue met her pussy.... And the next thing I felt was her small mouth sliding down my shaft. Determined to give as good as I wanted to get, I began to lick her...gently at first, sliding along her crease. The exquisite smell of her arousal intoxicating me as my tongue reached the base of her pussy lips and extended...sliding inside the tightest hole I'd ever felt. She began to buck and ride my face and tongue, while her mouth totally encased my cock....and I felt her nose pressing against my balls. Oh my God..... My hips lifted off the futon cushion, pressing myself deeper into her throat. I withdrew my tongue from her pussy hole and moved up to her clit.... Pulling her into my face I began to lick her tiny clit. Small circles at first....then flicking my tongue back and forth...then sucking her clit between my lips as I flicked her .... I mentioned earlier that I've had an "active sex life" in my 28 years. There was always one major gap. An Asian woman. My high school prom date was Korean. A medium-framed beauty with massive tits -- for any girl, let alone an Asian -- but I was 17 and too nervous to make a move. Yet here I was, 11 years later, with the tiniest Asian pussy on my face and my cock buried six inches into this girl's mouth and throat.... I still had her thong in my hand and yanked .... Tearing it off her. She responded by spinning around, locking eyes with me, positioning her hips atop mine and then dropping her pussy onto my shaft. I've never felt anything like that sensation in my life. She was impossibly tight. Yet so wet that she slid around my shaft, every contour of her pussy gripping and hugging every inch of my shaft and cockhead. She locked eyes with me, lowered her body against mine and then began sliding her hips up and down my cock. Her lips went to my nipples and began to suck as she escalated her thrusting motion, fucking me in earnest now.... I peeked over at the clock and realized that 75 minutes had passed during our "45 minute" massage. The realization that she was fucking me "off the clock" only enhanced the sensation, and my cock began to throb and surge.... Her soaking wet pussy still felt so tight around me as she pulled her mouth of my chest and looked deep in my eyes ... in a way that made this feel, well, so non-commercial. She started to moan with each thrust -- is there a sexier sound in the world -- and then I felt my balls start to churn.... With her tight, Asian pussy lips gripping my shaft so snugly, I began to explode... pulsing, throbbing, and then spraying shot after shot of white, hot cum into her.... The feeling inspired her own orgasm and I heard her cry out while I felt her pussy start to spasm on my shaft. Oh my God.... I thought as I felt my orgasm continuing never-ending... As the last throes of her orgasm gave way, Angelina collapsed against my body...her nipples hard, her body firm, and pussy still snug around my slowly softening cock.... "Take me out for a drink, baby...?" she whispered in my ear. We have a date tomorrow night. Tantric Massage Pt. 01 It's one week since my first gay experience and I'm still trying to sort out the feelings and emotions running through me. I'm in my late fifties, married and have never cheated on my wife. For the past ten years, I've been questioning my sexuality. I enjoy sex with my wife, but in recent years, my porn viewing has changed from women to gay men. Based on my reaction to gay porn, I've determined that I'm a bottom and that I want to suck a cock and be penetrated. When I first watched two guys together, I thought kissing another guy was gross, but having him cum in my mouth to be erotic. Strange for sure, but in my mind it proved that kissing was more intimate than any other act. I would never initiate a kiss, but don't think I would refuse one either. Cheating on my wife was not an option and I knew that sooner or later I would have to tell her of my curiosity regarding male sex. That conversation happened a little over a year ago. She was not entirely surprised about my revelation, but that didn't mean it was welcomed. I tried to put her mind at ease, by telling her I wasn't actively looking to meet a guy and would tell her if I was. I had been scanning Craigslist and been tempted to respond to several ads, but didn't have the nerve to do so. My thoughts of seeing another guy nude and touching his cock continued and flowed like ocean waves. Sometimes the thoughts were calm and other times they were huge and powerful. During one of those powerful times, I google'd gay tantric sex. A very well presented web page appeared and I was intrigued by the services offered. I had previously thought that tantric sex was a female massaging a guy for forty-five minutes, followed by a hand job. In the past, this would have interested me, but now I wanted to be nude in front of another guy and for that guy to be nude too. Alan's web page stated that it was not just a promise of a happy ending, it was an hour of erotic pleasure. And that pleasure didn't have to be all one way. Everything was open to discussion. I could strip down to my underwear, or we could remove our clothes entirely and together. I was getting aroused thinking about unbuttoning his shirt and touching his chest. Over dinner, I told my wife about visiting the web site and that I was interested in pursuing a massage. She was less than thrilled, but knew this was important to me and she just didn't have the parts to satisfy my curiosity. Over the next few weeks, I corresponded with Alan and he was very patient and understanding. He had a mix of clients and knew the emotional turmoil that a first timer was going through. It was surreal to correspond with another guy, saying that I was interested in not only seeing his cock, but touching it as well. Penetration was out of the question, but I did let him know that I did want to experience anal touching. My wife knew that I was going to meet Alan, but we agreed that I would not tell her when. My appointment with Alan occurred several weeks later and my cock was rock hard during my morning shower. As I drove to his location, my doubts increased and my cock shrunk to its smallest size. Several times I thought about pulling to the side of the road and canceling the appointment. I was sure I wouldn't have been the first person to back out at the last minute. I parked a block away and walked to his house with doubt after doubt dancing through my mind. I loved sex with my wife, why did I have thoughts of sucking a guy, being held and penetrated? I didn't think I was prejudice, but I didn't want to think I could be gay. It was okay for other people to be gay, but not me. My finger trembled as it pressed the doorbell and I was about to leave when the door opened. Alan matched his description. He was in his fifties, dark hair with hints of grey, 5' 11" and about 200 pounds. He was a regular looking guy with a captivating smile. We shook hands and his grip was strong and firm. I liked that. He offered a seat on his couch and poured a glass of spring water. We chatted over our drink and I went from absolutely nervous to entirely at ease. Although I was comfortable, talking so openly about sex seemed more dreamlike than real. Fifteen minutes prior I was about to cancel, now I was asking about my prostate being touched. My cheeks flushed when he described putting a glove on, lubing my entrance and sliding his finger inside me. He asked if I was sure and I nodded yes. "Are you really sure?" he asked. "Yes. Really sure," I responded. He led me to a large room upstairs. It was comfortably warm and the air held a light tropical scent. He undid the buttons to my shirt and then placed my hands at the top of his shirt. My fingers felt numb, but I did manage to undo the first button. Like me, he had just the right amount of hair. My fingers warmed as they touched his silken hair and after a few minutes, his shirt was unbuttoned. He raised his hands to my shoulders and I did the same to him. We slid our shirts off, letting them drop to the floor. "I want to lean and touch our chests together. Are you okay with that?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. His hands slid past my shoulder and down my back. Our chest hairs touched and then our nipples. His nipples were soft and mine were puckered hard. We were the same height and I could see in his eyes that he was about to kiss me. We hadn't discussed kissing and he must have seen willingness in my eyes. He leaned closer and I felt a glowing energy spark between us. I moaned softly at his lips light touch. My hands slid over his back. His skin was smooth and his kiss delicious. His tongue pressed between my lips and I parted mine, opening my mouth to him. He brushed his tongue over mine and I licked his tongue back. I lapped his tongue over and over like a puppy dog and then began to suck it. I was panting, sucking and drawing in deep gasps of air. I pressed him to me, just like my wife does to me when she is at the heights of sexual arousal. It is her signal that she wants to be fucked and I realized how much I wanted to be as well. Alan broke our embrace and padded to the bathroom, coming back with a glass of water and a wet cloth. "Here. Sip this." Alan handed me the glass. I drank half the water and felt the cloth being dabbed on my forehead. My breathing returned to somewhat normal and I leaned against the massage table. "Sorry," I whispered. "I saw colored sparks go off and lost control." Alan smiled. "I seldom kiss during a session. The blame is mine, not yours." "I hardly ever imagine kissing another guy, but I wanted your kiss. I really wanted it. Perhaps I'm more gay than I thought." "There's no judgement here. I'm gay and guys turn me on. I've had sex with women, but it's not the same. It feels good, but I don't get the rush that I do with guys." "My wife is a wonderful kisser, but your kiss sent me to another level." I looked down. "If you hadn't stopped, I'm sure I would have let you do anything." "Anything?" Alan asked, raising his eyebrow. "You do know I'm a top and a dominant." I bit my lip, wanting to be honest, but afraid of that honesty. "Tell me what you really came here for. Tell me your orientation and what you desire." "I'm ... Gay." "I know what you wrote, but what were your fantasies while you corresponded with me?" "I imagined sucking you," I said. "And ... C'mon. You can say it." "Being penetrated." "Tell me what you want and don't use the word penetrate." I was aware of how stiff my cock was. "I want to suck your cock and I want you to fuck me ... To cum inside me." He smiled. It was warm and genuine. "From our correspondence and reading between the lines, I'm not surprised at what has happened and what's been said. It's nice to hear your honesty." "The moment I sat on your couch, I felt that it was okay to think of myself as gay. I don't like labels, but I do know that seeing male sex is so damn hot. I want to suck you and I've imagined you spurting your seed inside me." Alan nodded his head. "Growing up gay was painful and I'm sure you've questioned your sexuality ever since puberty." "True," I said. "Even before puberty, I masturbated with my older brother's friend. Many times he would come over just for me to jerk him off. I liked doing that, but also knew that telling anybody would be a bad idea." Alan stood up. "Come with me." I followed him to his bedroom. He laid down and patted beside him. I laid down and shifted to my side and into his waiting arm. My cheek rested on his chest and his fingers rubbed behind my ear. "You're so submissive," he said and chuckled. "We need to talk ..." End of Part 1 Tantric Massage Pt. 01 It is one week since my first gay experience and I'm still trying to sort out the feelings and emotions running through me. I'm in my late fifties, married and have never cheated on my wife. For the past ten years, I've been questioning my sexuality. I enjoy sex with my wife, but in recent years, my porn watching has changed to watching men instead of women. Based on my reaction to gay porn, I've determined that I'm a bottom, want to suck a cock and be penetrated. When I first watched two guys together, I thought kissing another guy was gross, but having him cum in my mouth to be erotic. Strange for sure, but in my mind it proved that kissing is more intimate than any other act. I believe I would never initiate a kiss, but wouldn't refuse one either. There are even times when I imagine being kissed by a guy. If I was honest with myself, I would have to admit that deep down I want to be kissed, but just can't admit it. Cheating on my wife was not an option and I knew that sooner or later I would have to tell her of my curiosity regarding male sex. That conversation happened a little over a year ago. She was not entirely surprised about my revelation, but that didn't mean it was welcomed. I tried to put her mind at ease, by telling her I wasn't actively looking to meet a guy and would tell her if I was. I had been scanning Craigslist and been tempted to respond to several ads, but didn't have the nerve to do so. My thoughts of seeing another guy nude and touching his cock continued and flowed like ocean waves. Sometimes the thoughts were calm and other times they were huge and powerful. During one of those powerful times, I searched the web for gay tantric sex. A very well presented web page appeared and I was intrigued by the services offered. I had previously thought that tantric sex was a female massaging a guy for forty-five minutes, followed by a hand job. In the past, this would have interested me, but now I wanted to be nude in front of another guy and for that guy to be nude too. Alan's web page stated that it was not just a promise of a happy ending, it was an hour of erotic pleasure. And that pleasure didn't have to be all one way. Everything was open to discussion. I could strip down to my underwear, or we could remove our clothes entirely and together. I was getting aroused thinking about unbuttoning his shirt and touching his chest. Over dinner, I told my wife about visiting the web site and that I was interested in pursuing a tantric massage. She was less than thrilled, but knew this was important to me and that she didn't have the parts to satisfy my curiosity. Over the next few weeks, I corresponded with Alan and he was very patient and understanding. He had a mix of clients and knew the emotional turmoil that a first timer was going through. It was surreal to correspond with another guy, saying that I was interested in not only seeing his cock, but touching it as well. Penetration was out of the question, but I did let him know that I did want to experience anal touching. My wife knew that I was going to meet Alan, but we agreed that I would not tell her when. My appointment with Alan occurred several weeks later and my cock was rock hard during my morning shower. As I drove to his location, my doubts increased and my cock shrunk to its smallest size. Several times I thought about pulling to the side of the road and canceling the appointment. I was sure I wouldn't have been the first person to back out at the last minute. I parked a block away and walked to his house with doubt after doubt dancing through my mind. I loved sex with my wife, why did I have thoughts of sucking a guy, being held and penetrated? I didn't think I was prejudice, but I didn't want to think I could be gay. It was okay for other people to be gay, but not me. My finger trembled as it pressed the doorbell and I was about to leave when the door opened. Alan matched his description. He was in his fifties, dark hair with hints of grey, 5' 11" and about 200 pounds. He was a regular looking guy with a captivating smile. We shook hands and his grip was strong and firm. I liked that. He offered a seat on his couch and poured a glass of spring water. We chatted over our drink and I went from absolutely nervous to entirely at ease. Although I was comfortable, talking so openly about sex seemed more dreamlike than real. Fifteen minutes ago I was about to cancel, now I was asking about my prostate being touched. My cheeks flushed when he described putting a glove on, lubing my entrance and sliding his finger inside me. He asked if I was sure and I nodded yes. "Are you really sure?" he asked. "Yes. Really sure," I responded. He led me to a large room upstairs. It was comfortably warm and the air held a light tropical scent. He undid the buttons to my shirt and then placed my hands at the top of his shirt. My fingers felt numb, but I did manage to undo the first button. Like me, he had just the right amount of hair. My fingers warmed as they touched his silken hair and after a few minutes, his shirt was unbuttoned. He raised his hands to my shoulders and I did the same to him. We slid our shirts off, letting them drop to the floor. "I want to lean and touch our chests together. Are you okay with that?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. His hands slid past my shoulder and down my back. Our chest hairs touched and then our nipples. His nipples were soft and mine were puckered hard. We were the same height and I could see in his eyes that he was about to kiss me. We hadn't discussed kissing, but he must have seen willingness in my eyes. He leaned closer and I felt a glowing energy spark between us. I moaned softly at his lips light touch. My hands slid over his back. His skin was smooth and his kiss delicious. His tongue pressed between my lips and I parted mine, opening my mouth to him. He brushed his tongue over mine and I licked his tongue back. I lapped his tongue over and over like a puppy dog and then began to suck it. I was panting, sucking and drawing in deep gasps of air. I pressed him to me, just like my wife does to me when she is at the heights of sexual arousal. It is her signal that she wants to be fucked and I realized how much I wanted to be as well. Alan broke our embrace and padded to the bathroom, coming back with a glass of water and a wet cloth. "Here. Sip this." Alan handed me the glass. I drank half the water and felt the cloth being dabbed on my forehead. My breathing returned to somewhat normal and I leaned against the massage table. "Sorry," I whispered. "I saw colored sparks go off and lost control." Alan smiled. "I seldom kiss during a session. The blame is mine, not yours." "I hardly ever imagine kissing another guy, but I wanted your kiss. I really wanted it. Perhaps I'm more gay than I thought." "There's no judgement here. I'm gay and guys turn me on. I've had sex with women, but it's not the same. It feels good, but I don't get the rush that I do with guys." "My wife is a wonderful kisser, but your kiss sent me to another level." I looked down. "If you hadn't stopped, I'm sure I would have let you do anything." "Anything?" Alan asked, raising his eyebrow. I bit my lip, wanting to be honest, but afraid of that honesty. "Tell me what you really came here for. Tell me your orientation and what you desire." "I'm ... bi." "I know what you wrote, but what were your fantasies while you corresponded with me?" "I imagined sucking you," I said. "And ... C'mon. You can say it." "Being penetrated." "Tell me what you want and don't use the word penetrate." I was aware of how stiff my cock was. "I want to suck your cock and I want you to fuck me ... To cum inside me." He smiled. It was warm and genuine. "From our correspondence and reading between the lines, I'm not surprised at what has happened and what's been said. It's nice to hear your honesty." "The moment I sat on your couch, I felt that it was okay to think of myself as gay. I don't like labels, but I do know that seeing male sex is so damn hot. I want to suck you and I've imagined you spurting your seed inside me." Alan nodded his head. "Growing up gay was painful and I'm sure you've questioned your sexuality ever since puberty." "True," I said. "Even before puberty, I masturbated with my older brother's friend. Many times he would come over just for me to jerk him off. I liked doing that, but also knew that telling anybody would be a bad idea." Alan stood up. "Come with me." I followed him to his bedroom. He laid down and patted beside him. I laid down and shifted to my side and into his waiting arm. My cheek rested on his chest and his fingers rubbed behind my ear. "You're so submissive," he said and chuckled. "We need to talk ..." End of Part 1. Tantric Moans Listen as I moan using tantric energy Happy Christmas btw! And a merry New Year? Did I get that wrong? :P * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (8 min/mp3) * * * * * Tantric Sex Michael is a cultural anthropologist, he is also a Tantric Instructor/Healer, an adopted member of one of the Pueblo tribes, and one of only a very few white men (he's Jewish) ever allowed to participate in the Sun Dance. He also gave my the most awesome, totally consuming orgasm? I've ever had. Sans sex toys, or any other bodily manipulations. And he did it over the phone! Michael had talked to me about Tantra and Tantric sex, and it fascinated me, but being me, I wanted proof. So Michael called me and in his deep, soft, captivating voice, he talked to me, telling me what to do. Doing as he instructed, I stretched out, nice and comfy, on my bed. I tucked the phone between my head and a pillow so my hands could be relaxed and laying at my sides. He then softly talked to me, telling me to close my eyes, relaxing every muscle in my body. Starting at my toes, and very, very slowly working up my legs, my body, my neck, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers, and finally my head. He had me visualize each body part as he talk and the soft, deep purr of his voice helped me to loosen up and become totally limp. He then had me visualize a bright shaft of light. To see and feel this light throbbing and pulsing slowly near my pelvis. Then as he talked, the light began to thrust upward, into my body, slowly, softly. And as the light proceeded upward, it changed colors in relation to the different areas of my body. This correlated to the chokras. As this progressed, he would periodically ask me how I felt. I found myself breathing deeper, faster, and the light had a distinct warmth and tingle to it. He explained that this was normal. He told me to take my right hand and without touching myself, to hold my hand 1-2 inches from me, palm toward my body, and move it around in an oval from my chest to my pelvis. As if stroking myself, without actually touching. And to repeat this slowly in time with the pulsing, throbbing and thrusting of the light. This somehow seemed to intensify everything. The warmth, the light, the tingle. I found my breath coming faster and faster and I realized I was making a sound, like a kitten mewling. Michael very softly told me it was ok. I could say and feel anything I wanted. There was no wrong way to react. To just go with the sensations and if I wanted/needed I could be as loud as I wanted. I have no idea how long this all went on. Quite some time I think. And the sensations were becoming much more intense and overwhelming. It felt as if my body were pulsing, tingling, throbbing with the light. And I heard a sound, like a high pitched, wild howling. But I could still hear every word Michael said. And he continued to talk to me constantly. Describing the light, the feelings, the sounds. By this time I was panting and perspiring. I could hear myself moaning loudly. But I felt as if I were no longer there, in my body. It was as if the sensations had become so intense and powerful that my body alone could not contain them. I think I was actually vibrating at this point. I seem to remember the bed shaking rather violently. I heard Michael saying it's ok Jackie, let it out, don't hold back. Open your mouth Jackie and let it out. And I realized I had been gritting my teeth and actually groaning? growling? Finally, it all became to much to hold in. Opening my mouth seemed to cause an explosion and I heard an unearthly wailing sound (me?) as I seemed to literally shoot upward toward the sky in a burst of the most awesome sensations I'd ever experienced. There was no way my body could have contained the intense, overwhelming physical and emotional surge of feeling that roared over me. It was just too much. I simply exploded upward and outward from my body and up into the stars. There is no way to describe the feelings. I have nothing in my experience to compare them with. Orgasm? Overload? Short circuit? Multiply these by one thousand and it doesn't even come close to what I felt! I became more then myself. I was the universe! I felt everything! I was everything. I could have touched the face of god in those moments.