My beautiful and adored mentoress informed me that the lesson of the day was Tantric self-pleasuring. I was very excited for several reasons. I have long understood the importance of masturbation, and devotedly engage in solo sex at least once every day. Our first lover is ourself. Learning to be a passionate, attentive, skilful erotic virtuoso begins with the lovemaking our hands make with our own bodies. We learn “bad” habits though, rushing through our pleasure too quickly. Rushing for the goal of orgasm without cherishing the delicious sensuality of the process. Neglecting to climb the erotic ladder step by step, as enthralled with each moment of the process, since our focus is away from the now and on the anticipated climax to come. My mentoress was going to teach me better.

Also I love being watched. A thorough-going exhibitionist, I thrill to be exposed, displayed, the focus of erotic arousal. I love watching too–being a voyeur and an exhibitionist are not mutually exclusive. But from very young I never wanted to hide behind my clothes, and even now I take every moment I can to be nude. I have to admit, it’s a special delight to be naked when no one else is, a situation I’ve enjoyed a few times, but not nearly often enough. Of course, everyone nude together is also fun. Make no mistake there!

And specifically, masturbating for someone else is an enormous pleasure that we do not experience often enough. This is natural, because when people have a chance to share intimate times together, mutual pleasuring is the order of the day. But making a special moment for one to give such a special gift to the other of inviting them into one’s solo bed is a beautiful act of love. This can be mutual, simultaneous, or sequential–or all in one direction.

When have I typically done it? Receiving a massage is always arousing, and even when it is not a Tantric massage, a “happy ending” is more than welcome. Some therapists who may not wish to engage in this act themselves are very thoughtful and considerate in devoting a moment at the end for me to pleasure myself and remaining with me to witness the moment–and of course for me to focus on them as an object of desire. It can be a very satisfactory situation for all concerned, in those cases where the therapist is not comfortable touching my genitals. I recommend asking. Very few will say no, if you ask politely and with respect. Who doesn’t want to be adored?

And I have been commanded to masturbate when serving a dominant. I do like it, of course, when she has her way with my cock, but sometimes she has decided it was for me to do myself. One memorable occasion, a massage therapist I had been seeing–and incidently who neither had pleasured me nor had me self-pleasure for her–I hadn’t then learned to ask–revealed that she was dominant and also accepted service from a select few. That day I was one. At the end she had me on my knees and poured oil on my cock and told me I was going to masturbate. Then–wonderful surprise–she called her apartment mate in to watch, a stunning brunette that I had definitely also had the hots for. I did my best to “milk” the situation, and the two women watched me with glee. I never knew if they were “together,” but I hope they were so turned on that they made love to each other afterward. I admit I did fantasize about that several times afterward, repeating the self-pleasuring act.

In all our interaction I had never yet masturbated for my mentoress. I had adored her in other situations, certainly. And if fact, I simply adored her–still do! She is a beautiful woman, considerably older than me–by a generation, the perfect age gap for erotic mentoring. As if a friend of my mother’s had taken me under her wing. Celine is her name, and she is tall, slender, short blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She is one of those women who continues to have a killer body and face well into her sixties. Her perky breasts would be the envy of any woman in her twenties. Not extremely large but round and soft but firm, with eraser nipples. And she is wise. The wealth of sensual learning she has amassed since she took up this calling, already a mature woman, is simply phenomenal. You can tell she loves it, hungers for more knowledge and skill and dedicated to passing it on. She has boundless energy and a juggernaut of a libido! That is a woman.

And so that day, hearing that I was to masturbate “on stage” with her as my audience–to her instruction, was an immense turn on. Even better, she was going to begin with teaching by example–she was going to perform a Tantric self-pleasuring ritual for me. 

In one corner of the room she had a platform of cushions, roughly the size of a bed, and square. On a table beside it several bottles of ointment, oil, lotion, fragrant and sensual delights. She also had a collection of silks and furs and feathers and such. Then there were phials of sweetness, fruit syrups, honey, chocolate. In real life, a Tantric masturbation session would have no time limit, but by intention can last well over an hour–or even all day if one wishes–a world away from the way I had played with myself most of my life. To masturbate for an hour? Sounded wonderful, but I needed to learn how. We did have a clock, however, a timer that would allot to each of us a mere forty-five minutes. It was a training session. And I should say that when performing for an audience I do trim my ritual down to a much shorter time, fifteen to twenty minutes. But when home alone… that is another matter.

The clock set, clad in a diaphanous and billowy shawl, she sat with her back against the wall and began by considering the various delights to the senses around her. She opened each container and breathed in the aroma. With her other hand she gently stroked her skin. When she found one that particularly delighted her she smoothed it on the skin of her arm or her leg, or circled it around one breast. 

She dipped her finger into one of the sweet concoctions and sucked it off her finger tip. I was hard right from the beginning, but seeing her dip a nipple and lick the sweetness off send a jolt up my cock.

She began well away from her yoni, but as the minutes ticked by she circled closer and closer. Somewhere about midway, she touched the edges of her vagina for the first time. She did an expert yoni massage on herself, knowing just when to brush against her clit, when to circle the rim, when to plunge within. She brought herself to the initial stage of climax, the lower plateaus, and stopped there. Since she had gone first, and was about to be treated to an hot spectacle she reserved the finale for later.

Then it was my turn.

It had been hard to keep my hands off myself during her ritual, I was so aroused. And now that I was required to engage in self-pleasuring, I needed to pace myself as never before. I followed her example, settled myself in comfortably, and began indulging in the delights of all the senses though the oils, the goodies, and the various textures.

I chose a silk and let it float across my flesh. I plunged my face into its softness and let it brush across my lips. Then it fell down over my shoulders, down my back, and as I flipped forward onto my hands and knees, I draped it over my buttocks.

Next, with an ostrich feather I tickled my nipples, made them stand erect. I lightly brushed it across my lower erection too. Too bad I couldn’t lick my own nipples as Celine had. Better, I would have loved to lick something sweet off the tip of my cock. Some men can, but I’m not so limber unfortunately.

I opened a jar of cocoa butter and slathered this over my scrotum, working the unctuous, fragrant creme into its wrinkly skin, which had been well shaved for the occasion. I kept thinking how my chocolate balls would make a tasty treat for her mouth. The lady really knows how to suck the sac, and further south, as she’s performing fellatio (Something that would be good to learn), but that day was stictly me-on-me.

I did with my finger, though, what her tongue-tip might have done, gliding up and down and all around the valley between my legs with the ridge running between my balls and my ass. Then I circled my ass-hole with a lubricated finger tip. I teased my opening, on the verge of penetrating, but denying it the pleasure, for the moment.

But not forever. When I knew the time was right I started to fuck myself in the ass, shallow at first, then deeper, deeper, deeper.

When finally I touched my cock, and began a self-lingam massage, I was in a state of transport. That transcendent sense of oneness that Tantra creates between the participants, was vibrating within me. My chakras, I believe, must have been singing in harmony.

Even as a straight man, most of my erotic touch has been hand on cock–my cock of course, for masturbation is the most frequent and most foundational sex act. This is surely why some of the most intuitive and skilful work can be done by a man on another man’s cock, since he has so often worshipped his own. Not to say I don’t prefer the touch of a well-trained woman, as I definitely do. By that time, however, I had given lingam massages to dozens of men–fascinating the delightful variety of cocks, by the way–and so I was able to perform the ritual on myself.

I say I was in a state of oneness, but Celine was also in the bubble with me. And though I was focused on the sensations of my one body, I was aware that she had moved in close to me. She was masturbating too again, in rhythm with me, and as the delicious warmth spread all through my body, than quivering tenseness that heralds the arrival of ejaculation, we locked eyes. Our souls dove deep within one another’s inner being, and I loved and adored and cherished and worshiped Celine as my divine wand of light streamed forth an offering for her.

It was one of the most intense erotic moments I have known. It is the kind of experience I always try to achieve when performing for a client. Some reach the same space, others less so. Every time is unique.

Seline thanked me, and praised my performance. We went out to dinner that evening, and then back at her place, spent some time in bed. But that’s another story.

“Is that your finger?” Rod asked. He was face down and I was on his back. The sensation was like “light fingertip,” that’s true.

“No, honey, that’s not his finger,” Sunny informed him with a wicked smile. She was enjoying me pleasure his back with my cock, lightly, feather-touch, up and down either side of his spine. He did say it felt great, and was hot, too, to learn I was massaging him with my penis.

I had been corresponding with Ron for months, something like a year, actually, and we finally got together one Friday evening. He is a few years older than his girlfriend Sunny. The moment she walked in, I was really extremely glad we were finally getting together. She is beautiful, tall and slender, with beautiful, well-shaped breasts. They were all natural, not huge… they didn’t need to be. The lady is hot!!

We started the evening chatting over wine in their hot tub, getting to know each other. They are both fascinating people with active lives and some interesting history. They had been together only about a year, but they were very much in love and obviously a terrific match. And I had the privilege of being their first three-way experience.

Sunny had not experienced Tantra, but she was already very energy aware, understood about chakras and was sensitive to the flow of the sexual life-energy. She was eager to learn more, to feel, experience.

They elected for him to go first. This is often a good idea, since many men need time to “recharge” after ejaculating. We set up on their king-size bed. Ron was lying face down, diagonally across the bed, and Sunny was just next to him. She held my bottle of oil for me while I was stroking Ron.

I don’t know how much she had read of my technique, from my blog, or how prepared she was for my massage. But as I began with his back, I progressed from my hands to my forearms to my chest to my belly, and then to my thighs and my cock and balls. He was moaning, telling me it felt amazing. He was really getting into it.

Sunny looked pleased too. Again, I don’t know what she expected to see. But most women get turned on by male-on-male touch, though most women don’t know this about most women!! I don’t know what Sunny would say to this, but she was enjoying the show, clearly.

She had also been reading up on prostate massage (lucky guy) but had not tried it out. So she was excited to see my index finger sliding down toward Ron’s male g-spot. She smiled as he squirmed in ecstasy.

After a while, I flipped him over and worked my way up each leg, then down each arm.

Man or woman, when I come to the breasts, I start delicately with my fingers, then with my tongue. In both cases I circle the breasts and then slowly, very slowly spiral in toward the nipple. The areola is the most sensitive part, and I flicked my tongue around his, before arriving at last to suck on his nipples.

I have to admit, that Ron’s cock is a thing of beauty, and I had a good time massaging it. I found that some of my moves really turned him on. For instance, I gently pulled down on his massive scrotum and his cock stood straight and hard up in the air. By the way, this has the combined effect of stimulating and also delaying ejaculation. In fact he was wanting to prolong the stimulation without cumming too soon, and this was also my goal for him. He did this magnificently. He wished to experience orgasm without ejaculation, and I believe that’s in fact what happened.

Sunny joined me at this, caressing him, kissing him, and helping me massage his massive lingam. I’d say she had a blast at this. In the end, he did so good a job at maintaining, that we saved his ejaculation for later.

Then, after a short break, it was her turn. She was so much slighter in build, that it took much fewer strokes to massage her entire body. She started face down, and started on her back. I knelt with her head between my thighs, and I applied oil to her back, leaning into her as I ran my hands down to her buttocks. This position allows my cock to gently massage her scalp.

I moved to her side and massaged her back with my chest and my abdomen, and my cock. I straddled her, being careful to be gentle on her back, as she had some history of injury there. I slid up and down her, first facing forward, then the reverse. I slid my buttocks onto hers, seated on her seat, and rubbed.

When I moved to her legs, she was too ticklish to want me to massage her feet. Otherwise I would have kissed, licked and sucked her toes. I have to say, the view from there was stunning, her beautiful, tight butt, with her spread legs displaying her clean-shaven pussy. Yum!!

I played with her bottom a long time, when I got there, kissing and sucking each buttock, and flicking my tongue in the folds. Eventually found my way to her tender anus, which I delicately circled at first, the exterior opening being the most sensitive part. She then squirmed and moaned as my finder dove inside, deep into her. It seemed she might cum just from my anal massage.

But before she did, I flipped her and worked up her legs. Again I was soon in the vicinity of her pussy, and she was very wet, ready to be entered.

I went to her hands at that point, however, and massaged each finger, then the fleshy pads; the thenar eminence, the hypothenar. I worked down her arms, and to her shoulders.

That brought me to her delectable breasts, which I spent a long time adoring. I lightly ran my fingers, again, around the circumference. Then caressed each between my palms, in a circular motion. Then came my tongue-tip, orbiting each mound. I then very slowly spiraled my tongue in. I stimulated her areolas by flicking my tongue, avoiding the nipple itself. This made her writhe, just a bit. Then with the flat of my hand, I just brushed across the top of each nipple.

After this I spanned across her, holding myself up on all fours and circled and spiraled with the tip of my penis glans.

Finally, I moved in to her nipples, flicking them, gently grasping them with my lips, then sucking in a mouthful of breast and playing my tongue on each nipple.

Shortly afterward, I came to her sacred spot, and I approached it gently, reverently, starting on the outskirts of her mons pubis: her abdomen, her inner thighs, moving in gradually. I played east and west of her labia, in the deep valleys at the top of each leg. Then I delicately stroked a finger down each side of her outer lips.

With plenty of oil, I gently grasped her right outer lip between my fingertips. Then as she began to squirm I slipped and slid up and down that tender lobe of flesh. I followed by the same motion on her left one.

Next came her much more tender, soft and moist inner labia. I glided down one side, then up the other. Up and down, around and around I fondled her, until my fingertips were making a complete oval around her opening.

At this point, I slipped a condom on my finger. It is so much kinder to her vagina, due to my fingernails. I played around her introitus a bit longer, then ducked just slightly inside, then back out again. I entered her again, my fingertip, just a little deeper, then out again. Over and over I went in, pulled out, each time deeper, deeper. My finger eventually reached its full length and I continued the in-out in-out motion, slipping a second finger into the condom.

She was very ready, because the first waves, the lower pre-orgasms, began to come in fairly short order. At this point she was smiling as she was moaning, and Ron kissed her and fondled her breasts. I too stimulated her breasts with my left hand, as I continued to massage her yoni with my right.

I was touching that spongy mound, her Graffenberg spot, gently massaging it with my fingertip. Then I hooked my little finger down to her anus. And later my thumb played all around–not on yet–her clitoris. G-spot, anus, clit, the triple combination helps to bring on the massive orgasm for which Tantra is justly famous.

The moisture was running down my hand and Sunny was hitting peak after peak.

She had one hand around Ron’s cock at this point, and one around mine. Ron had moved her hand there, and she was happily working each of us, as I was bringing her to her climactic orgasm. When it hit, she screamed out, shook, rocked, writhed, and this lasted a good long time. If anyone else had been in the house they would have heard her, easily.

Sooner or later it came time for me to stop, and she flopped in a limp heap on the bed.

We were not finished however. Fortunately, I had also avoided cumming while she was fondling me. Now, after a short rest, Ron and Sunny wanted to team up on me. They started with me face down and tried the same moves I had. Ron, remembering my “not my finger” straddled my back and massaged me as I had him with this thighs and then–running his cock up and down my back, and over my buttocks. I had to admit, it did feel amazing!!

They flipped me and massaged my front side. I was glad when they arrived at my lingam massage. Sunny knelt between my spread legs and used the same techniques on my cock and balls as I had on her boyfriend. Ron was behind her, caressing her breasts and, I’m not sure, maybe fucking her from behind. I had both of them nestled between my legs as I looked up into Sunny’s beautiful face. Then I came for her. Wonderful.

The massages over, it was time just for sex. Ron took Sunny from behind, doggy style. Sunny was over me still playing with my cock, though it had just shot its wad and badly needed to recharge if I was to get hard and cum again.

Eventually the late night, or rather early morning overtook us. I showered (Sunny washed my back!) and I dressed and piled into my car and drove sleepily but happily back home.

Names have been changed to protect privacy.

Brianna knew exactly what she wanted. It had been her fantasy for a long time. Her fantasy had seemed forbidden to her, until she finally gave voice to it. And I was able to help her live it.

She wanted to see Stan with another man.

She thought it was an unusual fantasy, for a woman to have. She knew almost all men would love to see their woman with another lady. That’s well understood. For some reason it remains a secret women keep on themselves: almost as many want to see their man in bed with anther man. Just thinking of it makes them wet. In my experience at least five out of six women share this fantasy. Most, though, do not dare to mention it.

Brianna mentioned it.

Odd how it came to happen. I had seen Brianna before, several months ago–not for Tantric massage, mind you. I had mentioned it to her, but we had not yet gotten together. She is a cute, hot, very sexy woman in her mid-to-late thirties, and I definitely wanted to see her again sometime.

When the suggestion was made we get together for a threesome–Brianna and her girlfriend Hailey–obviously I jumped at the chance. I had suspected, but didn’t know, that Brianna was bi. Now I knew and was looking forward to seeing the evidence for myself.

Then Hailey backed out. Couldn’t make it.

Bummer. Major bummer! Still, I said, how about I treat you to my Tantric massage. Brianna said that sounded wonderful!

While I was on my way, Brianna’s wheels were turning, and her vagina was tingling. She had threesome in her head. Why not? My site makes it clear that I am happy to tailor my services to the desires of my client. Brianna had a desire, didn’t she?

Men, you should take a cue from Brianna. I’ve been given as a gift to lots of women from their husband or boyfriend. And they loved it. But why not give them something thay want but are afraid to ask for? They want to watch me massage you–pleasure your masculine body with my masculine body–and give long, intense, tantalizing, adoring attention to your cock–the cock they know and love. Trust me, it will be a gift that will pay off for you–for a long time to come.

However, that isn’t exactly what Brianna wanted. And she knew what she wanted. She texted me with the request as I was driving to her place. She couldn’t believe it when I said yes. When I arrived, Stan was already there. Briana was in charge, and she instructed us what to do.

First, we were going to give her a four-handed massage. She asked if we wanted to do this clothed or naked. Naked! We answered in unison. Besides, my Tantric massage really has to be done in the nude, with my body-to-body Chakra Synergy technique.

But Brianna was not really in the mood to lie and receive for an hour and a half. Her massage was==brief. Then she gave further instructions.

She said she wanted the two of them to give me a four-handed massage. It wasn’t me on him she wanted to see, but him on me.

I have to say they gave me a great massage: her delicate touch and his muscular strokes. Face down, I could still tell who was doing what–to a certain degree. A thrill of delight ran through my body as Brianna’s fingers glid up between my legs. Teasingly, she brushed against my balls, slid along the seam between my legs, tickled my asshole.

Then she’d go back to my muscles. And again back to the most intimate area. Everytime I felt her there, I thrilled in her erotic attentions. Only, I was moaning at her touch at one point, and I became aware that Brianna was in fact standing at my side. It was Stan who had been pleasuring me.  Too late, I was enjoying it.

Now, understand, I am not attracted to men. I am not bi at all. But I do love turning women on. And frankly, I don’t mind at all turning men on. Me, a sex object? Oh, yeah!

I still have no idea whether Stan is bi. But he too was enjoying performing for Brianna.

When she whispered for me to turn over, I loved having my hard cock in the open for both of them to see. I love it when their eyes turn to look at it, when a spile plays across their faces. My cock, and they were about to have fun with it.

In fact Brianna couldn’t wait. Myself, I do a long, through massage on the front before arriving at the sacred space. But I have to say Brianna and Stan did not linger that long. Very soon her hand was beginning her version of a lingam massage.

It felt good. And she was really hot, standing there stroking my shaft, cuddling my balls in her hand.
Stan just stood there watching for a moment, but a flash of conspiracy passed between their eyes. Brianna was just the warm up act.

Then she nodde to Stan, and he approached my cock.

He took it into his hands, as Brianna backed off.

Then, slowly, he leaned forward. His face, closer and closer to my cock.

He opened his mouth. Brianna’s eyes sparkled.

And Stan took my cock into his mouth.

Was he experienced in fellatio? I didn’t know.

If he was a novice, I decided he was a gifted one.

Someone has said men give the best blow jobs. I really am not ready to admit to this. But I’ll give Stan credit for doing an admirable job. I was in no position to criticize, as his lips and tongue felt amazing on  my hard rod.

It was weird, of course, to see a man’s head there, where a woman’s head would ordinarily be.
But Brianna kept me plenty happy, and distracted. We kissed, though not for long, since she wanted to drink in the sight. She stood beside me and I caressed her breasts, in rhythm to the waves of pleasure Stan was sending through me.

Technically, it was a five-two Chakra synergy, his throat chakra, through his lips and tongue, melding with my sacral chakra, flowing from my cock and balls. Or an oral lingam massage, we might say. Only the energy was masculine-on-masculine. Quite a different flavor.

And I was sucking Brianna’s nipples. Five on four. The erotic energy in the room was complex and intense.

And the intensity was growing inside me. Stan was bringing me to the brink. Brianna was cooing in delight.

I told her I was about to come.

She fixed her eyes on Stan and waited. She didn’t have long to wait.

She saw the twitches. She saw me spasm in ecstasy. She saw Stan’s cheeks move as I shot into his mouth.

“Did he come in your mouth?” she wanted to know. He smiled and nodded.

She was incredibly turned on–and grateful. “Thank you. Thank you, so much,” she whispered into my ear.

She hurried over to kiss Stan. I knew now this time was for them. Even though I slipped out of the room to shower, something of me remained behind as the two of them made love.

Note: names are changed to protect privacy.

Orgasm is beauty. Tantric massage is an art form.

Donna and I treated her husband Bob to an exquisite tableau. We performed a duet with our bodies as he watched. I was the giver, she the receiver. But I do not say that I was the artist and she the objet d’art, in the first place because we operated in sync to produce the sensual, erotic beauty that he was able to enjoy. But mainly because the height of the beauty was Donna’s exquisitely delicious cascade or orgasms. For this she deserves all the credit. All I did was help bring it out.

Donna and Bob are older than me by about fifteen years, an aspect of our interaction which I find a huge turn on. I corresponded with them over a couple of weeks before our session, and fantasized about her, what she would look like, what we would experience together. If I pleasured myself a time or two thinking about her, you’ll understand.

At last the day came when they arrived in town from another city. I knocked on their hotel door, met Bob who opened to me. Then at last I saw Donna, in her mature sensuality. Shall I say she was dripping…? No, let’s say radiating sexual energy. The dripping came later.

They are an amazing couple, high school sweethearts, happily married for four decades, still passionately enjoying each other sexually. They are adventurous, eager to expand their sensuous repertoire, ready to explore uncharted sexual realms. Or at least they have ventured out in this way a handful of times. Four or five, they tell me.

I am one. And I fell very honored at the privilege.

Their sexual bond is a sacred temple that they have built together, and I have been allowed to visit, and commune with them there.

This I did through adoration of Donna’s body. With my body. My body was during that time a gift from Bob to Donna, an offering of love, through which he too adored her. Donna blessed Bob and me by being then and there the embodiment of beauty, love, and sexuality. She incarnated the erotic. And she and I performed together the beautiful ritual, the artistic act, through which Bob could drink in the erotic energy that our entwined bodies generated.

Donna and I sat together on the bed in a modified yab-yum position, modified because our sacred areas were close but not joined. At my instruction she gazed into my eyes and we began to fire-breathe together.  Then I had her close her eyes and explore my body with her hands.

After this initial energetic linkage, I lay her face down on the bed and began. She had read the descriptions of previous sessions which I had written, and she was anticipating what I was about to do. In a way anticipation can become a hindrance, if the mind is not focused on the here and now, on feeling every sensation, on receiving. But she was focused. That was clear.

I began as usual with her head between my thighs, my cock caressing her hair as I reached in to stroke her back. I continued massaging her back first from one side then the other, with hands, forearms, chest, and belly. And my hard cock slid along her side and under her as I worked.

She obviously enjoyed the touch of my cock whenever she felt it on her skin. I was happy to see how responsive she was. Whenever any part of me was in reach of her hands, she reached out and caressed me back. I liked it. Plus it augmented and perpetuated the circuit of erotic energy flowing between her and me.

I sensed her reveling in the sensation as I glided back and forth along her back, hugging her between my thighs, now rubbing her with my buttocks, now lightly running my cock and balls along her spine.

My oral massage of her toes was very well received, as were my hands and cock along her legs.

Now for her buttocks. I stop and focus here for two reasons. First, her butt was so deliciously inviting that I couldn’t wait to begin kissing and licking it. As she squirmed at my wet touch, I traced her beautiful contours with my tongue and flicked its tip into the sensitive folds.

The second reason is that it proved to be extraordinarly erogenous. Her whole bottom seemed hard wired for erotic response, most especially the closer I came to her anus. In Tantric terms the link between her first and second chakras was like a live wire. As I inched nearer and nearer to her asshole, she telegraphed her desire. The couldn’t wait for me to touch her there.

First, I circled all around it, then brushed lightly against it. Her hips swung up to invite me. Her legs spread wide to beg me. Her breathing was rapid, expectant.

At last my fingertip penetrated her. But only just. Teasingly, I pulled out again. Then I dove in. Deeper. A little deeper. In and out, each thrust delving further within. Down, and down, and down. At last my finger was fucking her ass, in and out, in and out. She was loving it.

For a long time I pleasured her in this way, and I saw her response mounting. But her time was not yet. Pulling out I performed some completing strokes on her back, gliding my cock up and down her body one more time. Then I lay beside her and whispered for her to turn over.

She did, and we kissed. The unrestrained hot-passionate kiss of a woman inflamed with desire. And a man.

Her legs came next, then her hands and arms. I was in range of her hands again, and she caressed my body as I climbed each arm until I reached her shoulder.  I knew she knew what was next.

I began with my tongue, at the base of her beautiful breast, and followed its curve around clockwise. Around and around I licked. Then I mirrored my attentions on the other breast, circles. Hot, wet loops. Then I joined them both, a figure-8 around the pair. The circles I made grew tighter and tighter in, as I spiraled toward the tender points. The eraser tip nipples stood hard and erect at each peak.

My erection was rigid too, and I leaned in and swiveled my hips to draw circles around her breasts with my cock tip. I inscribed the same spirals my tongue had. This is 2/4: my cock channeling my sacral chakra’s fire to stoke the flames of her heart chakra, in direct line down from her breasts. Creativity inflaming passion. Sex supercharging desire.

Her nipples were ready. The areolas first. These ultra-sensitive rings I teased with my tongue-tip before lightly brushing her nipples. Soon though I was sucking on them as she was rocking beneath me.

By this time her hand was all over my cock and balls. She was loving my lingam with her hand, but I didn’t want to come–yet.

Her time had come, time for my focused adoration of her yoni. She was soaking wet, and she was more than eager as she spread for me. I poured on oil and caressed her abdomen and her thighs. Her sex was right in the middle. This was the focus, though I was not yet touching it.

Up one crease, down then other. My fingers rand between the inside of her thighs and her plump, engorged outer labia. They were so exquisitely sensitive.

But not as much as the wet inner labia. And the opening between them. This is the dripping I spoke of.

My finger had no problem finding her large g-spot. She was well endowed in terms of her most sacred area. I stimulated it, gently at first, then incrementally harder, faster.

She was moaning and writhing, as the waves of pleasure mounted and passed. I did not count how many, as they seemed to be passing over her one after another without waiting for the one before to complete. We danced this way a long time, my finger up her, her vagina sucking my finger like a cock.

Then I began to brush her clit with my thumb and the flat of my hand. We went up a gear. I leaned over and sucked her nipples again. The energy was flowing through all her channels.

It was when my little finger reached down to her ass that she flew into highest gear.

“Yes!” she instructed me, with whispered intensity, and I plunged my little finger in her hole. My hand was fully plugged in now, in her ass, in her pussy, stroking her clit. And with my tongue and lips I played on her breasts.

Somewhere in this time, Bob appeared around the other side. His time as spectator was over and he joined me in adoring her yoni. He took over her vagina as I concentrated on her asshole.

We team-touched Donna as she writhed and groaned in a frenzy of ecstasy. How much would she be able to take.

We continued well after her normal limit, I’d say. Only when she was curling up and insisting we stop did we let up.

Donna lay in a happy heap on the bed, as Bob beamed his satisfaction over her beautiful form.

Names have been saved for privacy.

J.T. loves Maureen. They have been married for more than forty years. I’m very glad that J.T. saw my ad, because when he saw it he knew he wanted to give me as a gift to the woman he loves.

They have done some very cautious exploration, hosted a few couples, a single male or two. They’ve mostly been disappointed they tell me. The guys did get to watch the ladies get it on. That was hot, of course, but it still wasn’t the spark they were looking for.

I traveled to their town, a lovely place in the countryside, in a gated community. Very nice house.

J.T. met me at the door, and we shook hands. We talked a moment before Maureen stepped out into the living room. My jaw dropped. She is in her mid-sixties, still with a killer body. And she has a beautiful face. I love, love, love older women. The privelege of sexually pleasuring a woman two decades my senior is an enormous turn on. You can believe I have a rock-hard erection right now just writing about her.

We set up in their living room, blankets and sheets on the floor. J.T. sat on the couch and Maureen in an easy chair while I set up my music. I removed my clothes, took her by the hand and led her to the center of the mat. Slowly, I undressed her beautiful body.

We stood before one another and gazed into one another’s eyes. I led her in Tantric breathing as we ignited a bond, put our vibrating energies in sync.

I lay her on the mat, face down and began gently caressing her body all over. Then I went down onto my knees, her head between my thighs. In this position as I lean forward and stroke her back, I rise up on my thighs and my cock every so lightly follows the curve of her head. It is my second chakra encountering her seventh–erotic and creative energy from me blending with the her link to the infinite. It is a 2/7 combination, enticing her own erotic energy up from the base of her spine.

I worked her back muscles thoroughly, then straddled her and massaged her with my thighs and my buttocks, up and down her body. First I faced her head, then her feet. I set my buttocks down on hers and stroked her with them. Forward and backward, left and right, then rotating.

I massaged each leg and lighly stroked up it with a feathertip touch of the tip of my penis–over her buttocks, up and down her back.

Her butt was so delicious I just had to lavish plenty or oral technique on it. French kisses all over those golden globes. Drawing swirls with my tongue. My tongue tip teasing in the little creases next to her leg. The aroma of her wetness was unmistakable.

She gasped in delight when my finger intered her anally. I played inside her for a long time.

I love turning a woman face up at this point and seeing the blissful look on her face. Maureen was no exception.

I worked from her feet up. I have to admit, I was eager to get to those magnificent breasts. J.T. informed me that they were–enhanced. Well, they were someone’s masterpiece then.

I did take my time, however, but I arrived at last to her shoulders, working any remaining tension out of each of those. From there I approach the area of the breasts. I orbit them a long time, with hand, with tongue, with cock. I move from the outer edges in, the nipple being the last place I touch–and only after a long, long time. Swirling inward, inscibing a figure eight around the twin spheres, I have her squirming and moaning before I have even touched the aereola.

Then I do. Only the aereola. Tiny flicks of my tongue around the pink circles. This is the most sensitive spot, though the button of the nipple too is very tender. The first time I touch them it is with the flat of my hands, very, very lightly, only grazing them, hardly in contact at all. She almost cannot stand it. Her lips are parted how and she is breathing heavily.

Finally it is my tongue against her nipples, again lightly. Then I suck them in, as much breast as I can take into my mouth. And my tongue and her nipple play inside. This is a 5/4, by the way. My tongue and mouth are the erotic gateway to my fifth chakra, the throat chakra, seat of self-expression, self-esteem. Her breasts are the erogenous gateway to her heart chakra, number four, seat of emotion and compassion.

She is ready now for me to approach her yoni. I am very slow and deliberate, dancing all around her sacred area for several minutes. Gradually I move in to the edges of her mound. I pour oil down into the creases and follow its flow with my fingertips. She spreads to invite me in. I stroke her inner thighs, brushing close to her nether lips, not quite touching. Yet.

When I do arrive at the outer labia, I very delicately run my oily fingers over them. Up and down, over the outside, long before I dive between them.

But between them are her much more tender and moist inner labia. She is slick already with her juices, and I add oil to them. She is groaning quietly in pleasure as I delicately caress her deep down between her legs, between her lips, at the opening of her sacred cavern.

First one finger, then a second ventured within, little by little, slowly. The spongy cushion of her g-spot was easy to find and she enjoyed this. I could tell though, she was more clitoral. That was yet to come. Finally I began to brush it gently. Some women respond to gentle clitoral friction while having her g-spot stroked more vigorously, and then my fingers pumping in and out of her. It is a delicate balance of coordinaton.

Maureen deflinitely liked vigorous action on her clit, however. More than I realized at first. Her husband quietly called this to my attention, and she shifted into higher gear as I revved up the motion.

She climaxed, so quietly and gently that, we were not completely aware. By this time J.T. and I both were at work on her.

He was on her left, I on her right. She leaned her head over to him and sucked on his cock during the last moments of her after-throes.

Then he turned her head to me and she took my cock into her mouth and sucked. She was awesome. That woman knows how to perform fellatio.

J.T. climbed on top of her and slid inside. He pumped away at her for a while while she caressed me with her hand.

I’m happy to follow the couple’s instructions. So when J.T. suggested I lay on my back I was happy to comply. I lay back and spread my legs. Maureen got on her hands and knees, her head over my cock. J.T. came at her from behind. Whether he fucked her in the ass or in her vagina, I could not see. But while he took her doggy-style, she continued going down on me.

It was an amazing ménage-à-trois, and all three of us came.

Later, we sat and chatted until it was time for me to leave. I kissed her goodbye and shook his hand.

They’ve invited me back. This time the idea we intend to pleasure Maureen with double penetration.

Her name is Sukkamielli, goddess of love. She is a Tantric goddess, and I have been looking for her for a long time. Breathtakingly beautiful, voluptuously endowed, deeply committed, rigorously trained, profoundly spiritual, achingly erotic, she took me on an ecstatic journey, my first session with her, one day last week.

I have been Tantric pleasure to others for several years, but one evening with her, and I know I am the greenest novice. But I also know she is the one who will continue what others have started and will take me in hand and will fashion me, imparting her wisdom and prowess into my own being.

I sank deep into her loving brown eyes as we gazed into one another and she led me in a time of joining together in purpose, knitting our hearts together, our energies vibrating in harmony. She invited me to explore her body, while she began to fire up my chakras with her own ardor.

She lay me, face down, and her fingers danced over my flesh. Physically, her exquisite touch aroused my pleasure centers: my balls tingled and my cock responded with adoring attentiveness. Within, the warmth she induced flooded me with deep contentment. I felt as if I were smiling, but the sensation was too profound for a smile. The goddess was working her divine virtue inside me.

Her hand trailed up my leg, along my thigh, and touched my perineum ever so lightly. A shudder of delight greeted her, each time she ventured deep down between my legs, the place I longed to welcome her.

Some of her technique was similar to what I use, the sensual parts of her body pressing into mine, thrilling me with being touched by her most sexually charged members. Much of what she performed however, was beyond my experience, even beyond my fantasies and dreams. I have experinced Tantric touch with many, many other teachers, but Sukkamielli took me into another sphere.

It was a joy to turn face up, so that I could drink in her beauty, for, goddess that she is, she became, in that time and space, not merely a beautiful woman, but a woman who is beauty herself. And love. Love which she continued to lavish on my body.

There are so many ways to use one’s breath, and though I know the rudiments, she guided me in a handfull of these, to deepen tranquility, to open to awareness, to arouse kundalini.

And of course, she focused sweet attention on my lingam. She had been doing so, all along, but her ministrations increased in intensity and frequency as she played my flesh as a virtuoso calls forth celestial harmonies from her instrument. Her music reverberated in my inner chambers, as at her induction chakra after chakra joined in the symphony: root, sacral, solar plexus, heart, throat, third eye, crown.

She played in and out of me, stoking my sacred spot to white hot pleasure. I adore touch there. And she pleasured my prostate with consummate skill.

I will not attempt to describe the expert strokes with which she caressed my scrotum, shaft and the head of my penis. I cannot, first because in the state of bliss where I found myself, I only felt, received, experienced. I observed, but not in the way to memorize or analyze. The vision of watching this stunning woman adoring my most sacred member, my lingam, the ardent adherent which worshipped her in return–this beatific sight was only part of the delight. But a large part.

The orgasm was fantastic. I understand however that orgasm is not the “goal.” But a bone-shattering climax like that–I really have to tell you, it was utterly fantastic. I want to learn, as I have heard, and as she reminds me, to climax without ejaculating–or to ejaculate within. This is the key, as I understand it, to multiple orgasm for the male.

Interesting. I have guided many women through multiple orgasms, teaching several to ejaculate for the first time. Imagine, for a man, multiple orgasm means not ejaculating. What a wondrous world the erotic is.

Whatever I have been able to do, providing yoni massage for my female clients, I am sure it is nothing compared to what Sukkamielli can achieve. I am going to learn from her, watch her perform on another woman, and follow her lead in perfecting my own touch.

One of you, perhaps, can be the woman I bring with me as subject for a combined adoration-pleasuring-learning session. Perhaps one of you couples whom I have treated, or whom I have not but are reading this would like to volunteer. I’ll only learn to improve my lingam massage, I would think, by similarly watching and assisting from the outside.

Writing this, about Sukkamielli, I am enormously aroused, as you might imagine. Fortunately, I have learned from another fabulous mistress, the art of Tantric self pleasuring.

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Names have been changed to protect privacy

I was Jim and Debi’s massage client before they were mine. And before I started offering Tantric massage to couples.

In fact my massage with them inspired me.

I had been intrigued by their ad, four-handed massage with a man and a woman. Now, I didn’t know whether it was an erotic massage, but I thought the ad hinted in that direction. so I went to their home and Jim met me at the door and led me to a massage room. Nude art on the wall encouraged me.

Just so we understand one another, I did want an erotic massage. That is, I wanted a massage from both of them and erotic touch from Debi. But that remained to be seen.
The first pleasure in a massage is to be nude. Am I an exhibitionist. You better believe I am. So even if the massage therapist remains clothed, it is a positive pleasure to be exposed to her–or to him, sure. As it turned out, this was granted. No draping.

However, they were not nude. Jim wore thin boxers and Debi a thin shift. Now I was hoping at least she would take it off during the course of the massage.

Well, she didn’t and no one touched my cock, though the touch, delicious touch, was all around it.  I found myself wishing someone would touch it, either of them. I was surprised to find myself wishing for erotic touch from Jim, even if Debi didn’t. It would have been a totally new experience, but what can I say, I was turned on.

Part of why I was turned on was this: during the course of the massage I felt Jim’s cock and balls pressing against my body through his shorts.

That turned me on.

I was and am not attracted to him sexually–I’m straight–but there is a sexual energy passed as he did that, from his second chakra. It’s one of the reason’s I do my body-to-body Chakra Synergy technique.

I probably should have asked them to touch me. I think they would have, or she would have. Or I should have asked if I could masturbate before they left. That can be an enjoyable way to finish with an orgasm if the massage therapist is not willing to perform the task herself. Or himself. But I didn’t. I masturbated in the shower before I left.

Some time later, they responded to my ad, not knowing I was one of their previous clients. We did establish that fact during the course of the discussions, and I came to their house, with the roles reversed.

We were all nude. No question this time. It was to be an erotic massage. Absolutely. Both Jim and Debi.

He was not my first cock. But I hadn’t done that many since I decided to take the plunge and lay hands on another man’s sex organs. I will say he has a magnificient cock. It was an honor for me to give honor to it. I gave his large body a thorough massage before I spent concentrated time on Jim’s lingam. He in no way held back. Had he been touched by a man before? I think certainly. And Debi watched with pleasure.

Then it was her turn. She’s not overly thin, no, but I appreciated her body. And she really, really came. I saw her engulfed in pleasure. And Jim saw her and loved it. She reached out to me in the course of her yoni massage, took hold of my cock, of course. And in the afterglow of her orgasm she pulled me close to her and we kissed–deeply, passionately. I get hard just thinking of that kiss. Of course, I am rock hard just writing this story.

So far was just the foreplay. Jim kissed her. I kissed her. While I held her and she fondled my cock, Jim mounted her and fucked her. I can’t remember who was kissing her when she came again. And somewhere along the line I came too, in her hand.

Do I wish I had fucked her too? If she had wished it, I would have been very happy to. But I was there for them. It was there time. I was just passing through and hoping to enhance their sex life by my presence. I did, definitely.

I simply cannot describe how turned on I get by the thought of an intimate encounter with a woman who, well, is considerably my senior.  It has been a fantasy of mine since I was in my teens, when I had the hots for some of my mother’s friends.  Over the years I have had a few lovers with this delicious age gap.  They are undoubtably among of the sexiest of the women I have been with.

Charlene may be the sexiest of these.  She was referred to me by another client, a male client who had responded deliciously as his wife and I performed a lingam massage on him together.   He e-mailed me and asked me how I would feel, as a younger man, about massaging Charlene.  Are you kidding? I replied.  I’m hard right now just thinking about it.

I made e-mail contact with Charlene, and we also talked by phone.  It took us a good while to schedule a session.  I wanted her to be completely ready, not feel rushed, not feel nervous or afraid.   After many weeks, she was ready, and I drove to her quiet countryside home.

She was amazing, dressed in a satin robe, she met me at the door and escorted me to her terrace in the the trees where we drank wine and got to know each other.  She is a fascinating woman, intelligent, talented, and accomplished.  She is also a lovely woman with an awesome body.

When she was ready, we got up to go to her bedroom.  We stopped on the way and kissed, however, and if we hadn’t pulled ourselves apart we never would have gotten to the massage.

She had an area set up on her bedroom floor, on a pad and sheets.  I started with her face down.  After some gentle strokes to relax her, I began by straddling her head.  I put one knee on either side, so that her head was between my thighs.  from this position I applied oil to her back, all the way down to her shapely buttocks.  I then worked the muscles of her back with my hands.  As I reached down her back, my cock brushed against the back of her head.  She responded well to the feel of it.

I spread oil on my chest and leaned forward and placed my chest on her back.  I glid forward, sliding along the length of her back until my face was just over her butt.  Occasionally I teased her by gently blowing into her crack and between her legs.  I could also see, as I looked town into her crotch, that she was already soaking wet.

I then moved to her left side and continued massing her back, with my hands, my forearms, and again, my chest and belly.  My hard cock slid along her side as I moved along her longitudinally.  It hooked under her torso as my torso stroked across her.

Next I climbed on top, like a cowboy in a saddle, and used my thighs and groin to massage her as I pulled myself toward her head.  My penis and scrotum rode up the middle.  Then I lightened the pressure and used my genitals in a kind of “light fingertip” stroke up and down her back, in the middle, on the left, on the right.

Then I turned around and continued using my thighs, but facing in the other direction, toward her feet.  I slid toward her feet and set my buttocks on hers and rubbed them together, working her glutes.

I massaged each leg after this, climbing toward her crotch.  I let my fingertips gently drift in the skin folds and in the hidden valleys between her leg and her mons.

Then I began to kiss and suck on her buttocks.  I flicked my tongue in the crevaces under each buttock and over her sacrum as her skin just began to dive in between her cheeks.  She writhed and moaned as I did, of course!

I worked my way toward a goal, her anus.  I held her buttocks apart and touched lightly all around her sphincter.  She was rocking her hips.  She wanted me to go in.  I did, slowly.  Well, lubricated (and protecting her with a condom on my finger) I entered, just my mere fingertip at first.  Then in and out, in and out, slowly fucking her butt hole with my index finger, I went deeper and deeper inside.  She was a woman who clearly delighted in being penetrated anally.  And I spent quite a lot of time inside.

At last though I pulled out and asked her to turn over.  She had an ecstatic look on her face when she did, and we kissed again.  And again and again.

I now turned to her feet and legs.  I ran my tongue over her toes, diving deep between them and then taking each toe into my mouth and sucking.  While I held the foot my mouth by her toes, I massaged the soles of her feet with oil.

After this, I worked my way back up each leg, brushing against her beautifully bushy pubic hair.  Again, I lightly blew on it, causing the curly strands to wave in the wind, and her to moan and writhe.

Then I massaged each hand, then each arm, then each shoulder.

Now I had arrived at her magnificent breasts.  I took my time.  I moved very slowly, drawing circles with my tongue around the circumference of each breast.  I grasped each with my palms, cupping her breast between my hands, and I massaged them around and around.  So far I had not gone near her nipples, not yet.

But I spiraled in, slowly, with my hands, with my tongue, and with my stiff cock.  When I was just outside the areola, I leaned over and gently brushed each one with my tongue.  The areola is the most sensitive spot.  I spent considerable time just flicking my tongue-tip over the circular area.  At last, I flicked her nipple, just a little.

Then I took the flat of my hands and just barely grazed the nipples.  She seemed almost ready to come just from this.  But I wasn’t finished.  Each nipple I took into my mouth, first just between my lips.  Then I opened my mouth wide and sucked in a mouthful.  In the center was her erect nipple.  I played with this with my tongue.

After this extended breast massage I moved to her chest and belly.  Then I was ready.  She was definitely ready.  It was time for her yoni massage.

I spent some time on the periphery, above her pubic hair, on her inner thighs.  Then gently, slowly, gradually I moved in toward the center.  She spread her legs apart willingly, and I poured oil down either side of her mons.  Then I ran my fingers along this oil, down the deep valley on either side.  Each stroke moved closer and closer to her labia, in very small, tantalizing steps.

I held the outer labia together, between my fingertips.  The pressure was very light as I ran my fingers up and down.  Then I delicately massaged her right outer lip, then the right.

She was very wet, and the softer tissue of her inner lips was moist against the skin of my oily fingers.    These inner lips are very tender and sensitive, and call for a very delicate touch.  First one then the other, then I looped around the oval-shaped opening to her vagina.

Again for her protection, I slipped a condom on my finger and played around the opening.  Little by little I penetrated, deeper and deeper.  I put a second finger into the condom and finger-fucked her–gently–with both.  My fingertips touched the spongy mass deep inside, her exquisitely sensitive g-spot.  As I played with this she was squirming with the pleasure.  She was already grabbing for my cock, a very welcome sign.

I continued with my fingers inside her, but hooked my pinkie into her anus.  She jerked and quivered at the sensation.

She began the first true ascent toward an early orgasm.  Her body shook and trembled.  When I perceived that a first wave had passed, I at last approached her clitoris, just the outside sheath at first.  Another wave came and went, and we were higher up the mountain.  Then I began to stroke her clit.  Gently on the clit, firmer in her pussy.

She came and came again, each one bigger.  Then with a vigorous shake, she hit the peak, and stayed there for a long time.

Then, in the afterglow, I continued gently playing her beautiful instrument.  I asked her to tell me when to stop, but she didn’t want me to stop at all.

But then it was time.  We snuggled together and kissed.

Then she asked me, please, to fuck her.

As she spread her legs, she was eager to come… again!!

I climbed inbetween her legs (wearing a condom) and played with her as I had before, only now with my cock.  Eventually I was sliding inside, my rock-hard rod sliding down the long dark, warm, wet, tunnel.  She began to come again.   Then I did, and I pumped out a stream of cum into the condom.  We lay together a while, before I pulled myself out.

We cuddled some more, and kissed.

Then I showered and dressed.  We made out again until it was just time for me to go.

I want to see her again, definitely.

She has an idea, too:  a double with the man who had referred her and I massaging Charlene together.  We haven’t done this yet, but I have no doubt that we will soon.

Tantra is a practice of unspeakable beauty.  Ecstasy of spirit and ecstasy of body are one.  The exquisitely erotic is the sublimely sacred.  A ritual of love is shared between two people such that there is only a singular “us” and time is simply now and space is simply here.  The pleasure is pure beauty, the orgasm an explosion of radiance.  Shared between two women, their feminine beauty is the image of the infinite.  The giver adores the body of the receiver in veneration of the perfection of beauty.  To the receiver, the giver becomes beauty herself.

An article by the delectible Crystal Dawn Morris

Tantra uses sexual energy to expand awareness and experience ecstasy. It teaches people how to move their sexual energy from their genitals, up to the top of their head, and everywhere in between, allowing the entire physical and energetic body to become ecstatic. When the sexual energy reaches the crown it can expand a persons awareness of the mystical realms, allowing them to recognize they are Divine Consciousness in human form.A full body orgasm is the experience of feeling your whole body vibrating with orgasmic energy. This can be done outside of a sexual context as well as while making love. Anyone can learn how to have a full body orgasm by following the steps below.
7 steps for Opening the Inner Flute:1) Stand with your knees hip width apart and slightly bent.2) Breathe through your mouth and deep into the belly, allowing it to expand begin activating your sexual energy.

3) Once you have master the belly breath you can increase the intensity by inhaling as if you are sipping through straw. Exhale with an open mouth and release a deep sound from the belly. Sound also intensifies the expansion of energy.

4) Now, allow your pelvis to begin rocking. Keeping the knees bent, let your pelvis rotate freely. As you inhale rock the hips back, arching the small of the back. As you exhale, tuck the tail bone under, flattening the small of the back. Breath, sound and movement are the 3 Keys of Sky Dancing Tantra.

5) Next, add the PC pump. As you inhale squeeze the pelvic floor muscles pulling them upwards and as you exhale let them relax back down. It feels a bit like you are trying to stop and start a stream of urine. These are sometimes called Kegel exercises.

6) Put all the steps together. As you inhale imagine you are breathing the energy up from your root to your heart. Practice this until you feel the energy pulsing from your root to your heart. You can play with speeding up and slowing down your respiratory rate.

7) Once you have mastered connecting root and heart move the energy up to the crown. Practice until you can feel the energy flowing from your root to your crown. See yourself as a rainbow bridge of light connecting Earth and Sky.

This is a wonderful way to get your energy flowing. Once the Inner Flute is open you are ready to learn how to expand the energy and experience Full Body Orgasm. There are 3 steps to this process:

1) The Streaming Reflex helps you recognize that your body is made of ecstatic energy which you can stimulate and expand whenever you want to. You learn to experience orgasmic energy outside of a sexual context and discover that you can awaken your own pleasure body with out genital contact. The practice-You begin by standing with your feet hip width apart and knees bent. Allow your thighs to begin to vibrate side to side. Allow the vibration the spread up and down the body until your whole body is vibrating. It is helpful to do this with music, I recommend Osho’s Kundalini Meditation CD.

2) The Ecstatic Response is the process of being relaxed in high states of arousal. You learn to become a bigger container for ecstatic energy and to relax fully letting the energy naturally expand. The effect is one of sexual excitement and deep peace. When you master the ecstatic response you move beyond the genital orgasm and discover the full body orgasm. The practice- After several minutes of your whole body streaming lay down on the floor with your knees bent and your feet close together. Let your knees gently fall apart like a butterflies wings opening. Allow your body to relax fully and continue to open and close your knees. This process allows the ecstatic energy to spread throughout the body. This is best done listening to gentle, relaxing music.

3) Once you mastered Opening the Inner Flute and the Full Body Orgasm outside a sexual context you can introduce these practices into your love making and experience them within a sexual context. Sex becomes an alchemical experience that transforms the physical body into the Bliss Body.