I knew her when I was in college. An ex-nurse, she was a masseuse and yoga instructor. She was also a married mom in her mid-thirties. She taught yoga in a studio off campus. I enjoyed her classes. It wasn't long before she gave me her card and encouraged me to make an appointment for a massage. I did.
Her private studio was nicely decorated. Whenever I smell sandalwood I get instant flashbacks. The tension in my body melted under her hands. Practicing deep tissue she discovered tightness around muscles I had pulled as a high school athlete. Always professional she draped me and ignored the erections I sometimes had under the sheets.
After a half dozen or so appointments she asked me if I knew what Tantra was. I said that I had read about and practiced it as foreplay before but was no expert. She said she was trained in it and offered it to me with the understanding that it wasn't about sex and orgasm but meditation and awareness. I agreed. Each full body massage transitioned gradually into lingam massage. Her expert hands and fingers took me right to the edge then retreated over and over again. I breathed deeply in meditation focusing all my awareness away from my sex chakra but still ejaculated the first three or four sessions no matter how hard I tried not to.
She was learning my limits and responses in those sessions. I lasted longer each time. I saw her once a week. After four or five sessions in a row where I did not ejaculate she told me she trusted me and wanted to get on me. I nodded. She climbed up on the table, straddled me and very slowly slid on me. Moving super slow she reminded me to breathe slow complete yogic breaths. I focused on breath and yoga mudra just as I had during her lingam massage. Once she was all the way on me she squeezed me and relaxed. Squeeze, relax. Squeeze relax. She was doing kegels. Deep in meditation I did not respond.
Squeeze me after I relax, she instructed. My breath caught and I almost came when I did. Breathe, she said, just breathe and focus. I did. Squeeze me again, she said. I'm too close, I replied. Okay, relax, take your time and squeeze me when you're ready, she said. She stopped squeezing me to calm me. When I was ready I squeezed again and relaxed. Then she squeezed and relaxed. We kegel fucked like that for a long time not moving our bodies.
She lowered herself to me her belly to mine, her breasts to my chest, heart to heart, her cheek to mine. We kept exchanging kegels. Not long after that I felt her squeeze turn into an orgasm. Her thighs trembled and she gasped. Her sex pulsed against my erection then stopped.
Open your eyes, she said. I did. Hers were point blank. I'm going to kiss you now, okay? she said. I'm too close, I said. It's okay, she said, I can't believe you lasted this long. Is it unusual? I said. Very, she said, especially with someone your age. When her tongue met mine I lost it my hips out of control.
Sorry, I whispered when she broke the kiss. It's okay, she sighed. She stretched out her legs along mine but remained coupled while we kissed. When I was fully hard again. She sat upright and rode me to a series of orgasms. She hadn't been naked during the massage. My eyes took in her beautiful yogini body, my hands caressing every inch of her.
I'm not getting you pregnant am I? I asked in the shower after. I that's all taken care of, she smiled as we lathered each other rinsing the oil off. She turned her back to me grabbed my erection and guided it into her from behind. I fucked her listening to her gasps and moans of ecstasy until I came in her again.
I knew I had to have you the moment you walked into my yoga class, she once said.
We were tantric lovers for a while then stopped and lost touch. She and her husband had an open marriage. He knew of me and we met a few times. She? She was my teacher. From her I learned yoni massage--the art of Tantra--which I would later use in my own practice and with many lovers.
Her private studio was nicely decorated. Whenever I smell sandalwood I get instant flashbacks. The tension in my body melted under her hands. Practicing deep tissue she discovered tightness around muscles I had pulled as a high school athlete. Always professional she draped me and ignored the erections I sometimes had under the sheets.
After a half dozen or so appointments she asked me if I knew what Tantra was. I said that I had read about and practiced it as foreplay before but was no expert. She said she was trained in it and offered it to me with the understanding that it wasn't about sex and orgasm but meditation and awareness. I agreed. Each full body massage transitioned gradually into lingam massage. Her expert hands and fingers took me right to the edge then retreated over and over again. I breathed deeply in meditation focusing all my awareness away from my sex chakra but still ejaculated the first three or four sessions no matter how hard I tried not to.
She was learning my limits and responses in those sessions. I lasted longer each time. I saw her once a week. After four or five sessions in a row where I did not ejaculate she told me she trusted me and wanted to get on me. I nodded. She climbed up on the table, straddled me and very slowly slid on me. Moving super slow she reminded me to breathe slow complete yogic breaths. I focused on breath and yoga mudra just as I had during her lingam massage. Once she was all the way on me she squeezed me and relaxed. Squeeze, relax. Squeeze relax. She was doing kegels. Deep in meditation I did not respond.
Squeeze me after I relax, she instructed. My breath caught and I almost came when I did. Breathe, she said, just breathe and focus. I did. Squeeze me again, she said. I'm too close, I replied. Okay, relax, take your time and squeeze me when you're ready, she said. She stopped squeezing me to calm me. When I was ready I squeezed again and relaxed. Then she squeezed and relaxed. We kegel fucked like that for a long time not moving our bodies.
She lowered herself to me her belly to mine, her breasts to my chest, heart to heart, her cheek to mine. We kept exchanging kegels. Not long after that I felt her squeeze turn into an orgasm. Her thighs trembled and she gasped. Her sex pulsed against my erection then stopped.
Open your eyes, she said. I did. Hers were point blank. I'm going to kiss you now, okay? she said. I'm too close, I said. It's okay, she said, I can't believe you lasted this long. Is it unusual? I said. Very, she said, especially with someone your age. When her tongue met mine I lost it my hips out of control.
Sorry, I whispered when she broke the kiss. It's okay, she sighed. She stretched out her legs along mine but remained coupled while we kissed. When I was fully hard again. She sat upright and rode me to a series of orgasms. She hadn't been naked during the massage. My eyes took in her beautiful yogini body, my hands caressing every inch of her.
I'm not getting you pregnant am I? I asked in the shower after. I that's all taken care of, she smiled as we lathered each other rinsing the oil off. She turned her back to me grabbed my erection and guided it into her from behind. I fucked her listening to her gasps and moans of ecstasy until I came in her again.
I knew I had to have you the moment you walked into my yoga class, she once said.
We were tantric lovers for a while then stopped and lost touch. She and her husband had an open marriage. He knew of me and we met a few times. She? She was my teacher. From her I learned yoni massage--the art of Tantra--which I would later use in my own practice and with many lovers.
