Tantric Initiation...LUV U LONG TIME
With our bags packed we drove down the highway, making our
way to a Tantric retreat. When I thought back to how we had
gotten here waves of panic would start to rise, that I would
have to force away. Joan was the one who had arranged this
sex weekend for us and it was only because of her strength
that I kept going. As much as it is a blow to a male ego, she
is the strong one in this relationship, much more open to
sexual experimentation and adventures than I.
This had all started when Joan had announced that for my
birthday we were going away to a romantic spa, where I would
be totally pampered with erotic massages by beautiful
young women. What normal man could say no? I panicked, and
told her that there was no way in God's green earth that
I could do it. And that was the start of a great revelation
to me that not only was I a recovering Catholic, but was still
suffering the effects of a castrating mother.
The birthday gift weekend opened my eyes to how repressed
I really was. We talked about it and it was only a short time
later that Joan told me she had cruised the Internet and
had booked us for an introductory Tantric Sex Weekend.
Realizing that something had to be done to help our relationship
I quickly agreed. We sent in our cheque the very next day,
no refunds, so we were committed.
We drove up a country lane to an isolated house by the river.
Knocking on the door, I was filled with a dread, but Joan
seemed quite at ease and this helped me as we entered the
house. The host and hostess were very warm and welcoming
but as I looked at the walls my discomfort grew as they were
covered with explicit sexual art. The next surprise was
when two couples joined us. We were a threesome, for the
weekend. In each case, it turned out that it was the woman
who had booked this weekend retreat. The power of women
I was starting to realize was vastly underrated.
We were treated to gourmet meals and instructed in various
ways of Tantra. Some of it was philosophical, but most was
very explicit. Although we kept our clothes on for instructions,
videos were shown teaching us in the ways of Tantric sex.
How to explore your mates body, touching, smelling, tasting,
caressing. Setting up your special sacred space, setting
the mood, and the details of multiple orgasms for both women
and men.
We would be given ample time to go to our rooms and practice
what had just been taught. In fact just realizing that three
couples, all in the same house, next door to each other were
all engaging in the most erotic love making only heightened
the atmosphere. We were taught how to use oils, feathers,
blindfolds, and much much more.
As time went on my inhibitions fell away. Instead of hiding
my balls and penis as I had done all my life, I began to feel
their power, and was proud of their presence.
To have Joan
caress me while we danced, with here hand massaging my penis
while the other couples were in the same room and not care
what they thought was an intoxicating thrill. I was starting
to change and could feel it.
The last practice session on the second day was to start
to raise the kundalini in each other. As energy workers
Joan and I knew about this sexual energy, just had never
actually known how to activate it. I slowly explored Joan's
body stimulating every inch of her, from her toes to her
head. And then slowly I began to focus on her nipples. They
were already erect as she was in an extreme state of excitement
. As m fingers worked their way down to her pussy, waves of
pleasure racked her body. She focused on pulling the energy
up her spine as we were taught and controlled the urge to
explode in an immediate orgasm.
I switched to my tongue, holding her lips apart, I gently
licked her clitoris. Then I began to suck it with the unexpected
little bites thrown in. She began to have wave after wave
of pleasure roll up her spine. It was a long controlled orgasm
that she started to have. Not the explosive type she had
always had before. As my tongue tired, I turned on our Hitachi
Mini-Massager and gently introduced it to her hot wet pussy.
Immediately, the waves of the kundalini energy increased
in both frequency and power.
She started into moaning,
with her eyes closed and mouth open, she lay there, hands
to her sides and legs helplessly spread apart. Carefully
I held the massager to her clitoris as her pussy began to
pump up and down trying to get even more stimulation.
A long continuous wave of energy slowly built, despite
Joan focusing on pulling the energy up her spine, through
her chakras. Suddenly she began to become even more excited
as her skin turned a hot pink. Her breathing became more
erratic and at last she came in the most powerful orgasm
I had ever seen her have. Her orgasm lasted for many minutes,
none of this 8 second orgasm for my girl, when at last she
seemed to collapse into an altered state.
The massager was still going and judging from her reaction
I didn't stop it. I patiently held it to her clitoris
for the next half hour while she lay there in a euphoric stare.
At the end of the half hour she exploded once again in another
earth shattering orgasm. Finally she curled up into a ball
and asked me to cover her up.
To think that whenever we made love being quiet was of utmost
importance. We didn't want the children to know, or
the next door neighbors.... Those rules had been thrown
out the window this day. Everyone in that house knew that
Joan had just had some of the most incredible orgasms known
to man. I had been pleasuring Joan for over two hours and
my turn was yet to come.
But for the next little while she
just needed to be held, to recharge.