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He lay on the bed
Spread-eagle on his back.
A lit candle, soft music, massage oil
Oh how I wanted to touch every inch of him.
The air was becoming thicker
Like I was falling under a spell
He was so beautiful lying there
Time slowed down
The room became warmer
I slipped off my clothes and warmed the oil in my hands.
Beginning at his feet
I imagined that I had never touched
A human before
Feet, skin, bone
The oil let my hands explore
Ever so slowly
Slowly moving up his muscular legs
My breathing becoming deeper
My curly hair falling on his body
Leading the way for my hands.
Time slowed down more
And then…
I could feel what he felt
As my hands played with his muscle.
I could feel him…
I was both massaging
And being massaged
And time slowed again
My curls tickling his vajra
As my hands played at the top of his legs
Finding the deepest crevices
The sensitive ones
Being oh so gentle.
He began to moan but I couldn’t really hear him
He would pass out but I didn’t know
He would laugh and I would glance up at him
And he would moan again
But I was now in my own world
I was receiving a massage
By my own hands
Through his body
Hours went by
His strong belly
Nipples
Arms
Chin
Returning to all of the places
Over and over again
My curly hair always leading the way
As I floated in a state
Of pure bliss
Caressing my beautiful lover
In total, blissful union.
I experienced this at a time when I was first single after being married for 20 years. In those twenty years, I don’t know if I gave my husband a single massage. I don’t think I had ever given anyone a massage… or wanted to. Perhaps there was never time and opportunity. Maybe I held some quiet resentment that I was already doing so much in the marriage and didn’t want to give in this way, too. Or maybe, I just simply wanted to be massaged and given to myself. Or maybe all three.
So, while dating the man in the story, I was surprised when one day, we were just hanging out and I suddenly had a vision of me massaging him. It was so clear that I couldn’t ignore it.
So, I said to him, “Hey, would you like me to give you a massage?” He said, “Oh yes please!” He stripped his clothes off, jumped on the bed, laid spread eagle on his back, and said, “I’m ready!”
I realized that I had a lot to learn about receiving from this guy… But even more, through this experience, I would realize that when giving and receiving happens in total love, kindness, and trust, the giver soon becomes the receiver energetically and vice versa. You end up experiencing both - in the bliss of total union.
How Magnetism Makes Us One
Tantra is the journey of merging the Divine and our physical lives. Merging Shiva and Shakti. Merging positive and negative energy flows. This massage experience is a
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