So this one’s weird and different, other than I was on a road trip traveling to various festivals after a break up. Took three weeks off from work and road tripped/camped and hiked. I was meditating and doing yoga quite a bit, doing the occasional psychedelic and had a perfect roll… and having very intimate experiences and beautiful friendships formed but non sexual with people which was very helpful for me to move on from this breakup. This is two weeks on the road and after having awesome drug-experiences, meeting beautiful women that were giving me attention… I had a lot of brimming energy to say the least.
I’ll get to it, but trigger warning I paid for a high end tantric massage so if that stuff isnt your thing stop reading. I have no regrets paying for this experience, keep reading to see why. Also if you don’t know much about deep states of meditation or trance states this might not make sense to you.
Anyway, I get to a new city, realize in my hotel while meditating that I was extremely in-tune with myself, and could get turned on from meditating and letting myself be in a slightly different mode of consciousness.
I had never had a tantric “massage” experience but I’d heard of them. Essentially, you meet the tantrika and get to know each other, and what your experiences with meditation and altered states of consciousness are… as well as how versed you are in some of the breathing exercises. It’s essentially a mindful handjob with a beautiful woman that encourages you to be your best self. I know it’s probably negative karma, but hey, life’s short.
Cut to the chase, later that night I’m knocking on an apartment door, and one of the most enticing women I’ve ever seen let me into her space. She was about an inch shorter than me, had green eyes, was tall, busty, and curvy. She was wearing just a tank top and a yoga skirt thing. Her tits were bursting out and made my cock twitch on command.
I looked around and saw a big white bed that looked like it was out of game of thrones on the side near the kitchen, a bathroom, and a side room with some Hindu and Buddhist art inside. Small and to the point, and I could feel my heart rate increasing and already getting turned on, and letting that energy flow up and down my spine and head, feeling it harden my cock.
The tantrikas name was Savannah and we discussed my passion for people like ram dass and other gurus. I’ve had experiences with multiple orgasms as a guy as well, and it was great talking to a women that “appreciated” how I view sex and spirituality. She laid down the ground rules, and told me what I already knew, this was a mindful experience with myself and she was a guide.. she told me I can use her feminine energy and form as a vessel for your pleasure, but that he wasn’t to touch her at all. I was only to receive and submit. After that, she put her hand on my thigh and she told me to put my hand on hers and to do a meditation.
She told me to inhale snd contract my perineum (the stop yourself from peeing muscle) and then exhale, let it go and to feel the energy circulating from my cock up to my forehead in a circular fashion. As I did this breathing exercise, I could feel myself starting to slowly build pleasure, almost like a buzzing sound or that feeling of a drug coming on. Savannah then told me to trust her fully and to let everything that needs to get let out to surface in the next two hours. I exhaled and felt a shudder of pleasure wave through my body, allowing this tantrika full access and trust. As I completed that exhale and letting her in, I opened my eyes with her smiling. Her hand was in mine and she moved it up to my cock and gave it the lightest squeeze. I involuntarily moaned because it surged me with pleasure I wasn’t expecting. I still don’t know how she did half the shit she did, but I was in a vulnerable enough and open headspace to receive all of this womens energy.
Next thing she says is to keep doing the exercise, and that she was going to get the bathtub ready.
10 minutes later or so later she taps me on the shoulder, and I look up to see her completely naked with the exception of black panties that perfectly showed off how ccurvy and how much of a women she really was. Her nipples were rock hard and she had this look in her eyes that made me submit. I remember my cock was precumming and kinda jumping up and down with pleasure from my perineum exercises. I smiled at her and she said “relax more” with that I breathed slower and deeper and followed her to the bathroom.
I walk into a beautiful candle lit bathroom, and Savannah starts to undress me. I’m a fit guy but don’t get many compliments, and it was nice having her appreciate and scan my body.
This is where the experience got truly bizarre. She guided me to the tub, which just had herbs and some salt I believe. She started bathing me, and looking into my eyes. She told me to start the breathing exercise again but to allow myself to go deeper with every touch that she made on my body and to surrender to beauty and this experience.
I’m continuing to meditate and breathe, while opening my eyes occasionally, seeing a goddess bathe me and touch me in a hypnotic way. She poured some water down her chest and let it soak down her nipples. She went to pour some water over my head and graced my face with one of her nipples. I was meditating and the only thing I could do was breathe and keep building and regulating pleasure. My cock is staying fully activated at this time, and I can feel her do some light finger tip brushes up my cock, but only on the last inch of the shaft and the head. It sent waves of pleasure through my body, and with my breathing practice… i noticed my entire upper body was numb. I could barely move my hands, and then I started to have an orgasm. I didn’t ejaculate, but pleasure was released from my cock and head and body for a long while. I was just in a state of uncontrollable moaning and sexual release. Savannah put her fingers to my lip and commanded “breathe slower” I did what she told and the pleasure started to become less intense and I could start to move my limbs again. She tells me to dry up and meet her in the side room. And I just need to say, every thing she told me was spoken with such gentleness but confidence and sternness at the same time. It allowed me to sink into a deeper state of mind to let her in and trust her.
I walk into the room, with my body kind of numb but cock was standing at attention, almost flexing with how much energy from how turned on I was. What’s strange is that the room looked like if I was on a light dosage of shrooms, but I also felt like I was on mdma. I really don’t know how this woman put me in such a spell, but she told me to lay down on the massage table and to continue to breath and flex.
Continued…….
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/11pyy4k/my_m25_experience_with_a_tantrika_f
You tease please continue
I’ve always wanted to try something like this