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This is the last chapter of a story I received by mail, indicate the condition of the phone of the Dakini, who is in the first post

This last chapter has been a little long, but there comes a time when you can not, do not stop.

I liked the whole story, and the situation, but above all a statement released today: "We have taught a sex explosion and implosion." It is said very quickly, but there is much to think about it.

Next step, hands still, both lying on the mat, I do connect with their saliva ... juicy mouth feel .. play with your tongue .... (no connection with Yoni palate) ... Tantra is the cult of the Senses ... but it is a language so forgotten ... We have been taught a sex explosion and implosion ... not everything is metisaca, and They were about two. And I had to break the scheme explosive sexual tension was to reduce the epidermal, skin, erection in men, lubrication and strengthen the mujar deep sexual energy, which the kidneys, lower abdomen, ovaries and testicles.

And the heart, especially the heart.

To feel your body, everything, face, mouth, stomach, genitals ... there are men who tell me that after having experienced true tantric session, and do not seek sex with any pin put out ...

I see that it has opened, and plays the male lovingly taught him tricks .. finger: the ring, the scissors, the swing, tingling, vibration ... this session is very dedicated to her because so required ... but each session is a world ... and there are also steps ... here we have connected with basics ... breath, saliva, pet ... spent a great exercise that is very powerful "expansion-contraction" each part of the room ... are naked ... and ask them on the floor ... Self-paced work with the slogan paying attention to his genitals ... especially I ask her to exaggerate the movement as a vulva-pelvis ...

He commented that he was amazed to see these movements in it ... you never saw her so, she said gave him much pleasure and that he was not a whore ... We joined in a dance ... the three ethnic hindu music ... very erotic undulating movements ... I play them both ... and I see that are much more receptive .. She has a smile on his lips ... and I see the lingam encouraged to play it ... cause ... with her buttocks, and she is about too.

Pongo softer music, natural sounds of a rainy evening on a lake, and tell them that we are about to end, that is only to feel the pulse of the other in the genitals. We lay on the mat three, she in the center, one on each side, and I ask her, you take with one hand the lingam it, put the fingertips on the back, in the channel formed between the corpora cavernosa, and where you notice the contractions of orgasm, and, still, try to feel the heart of it.

And he himself, who put two fingers on the clitoris and wait. Neither should any movement, listen to music and focus all sensation in the fingertips. I for one support the fingers at the entrance to her vagina, she pushes a bit to fit more, and if there feel the pulse of it. Strong, powerful, she says she feels the pulse of the, well, move a little finger pressure to the point I G, I feel your body calling, attract, hug my fingers, her pelvis forward to the meeting, it should work.

I ask her to put astride it, without fear that she will control the penetration, and stay still, just feeling my hand, until I asked to drop slowly over the lingam that I guide you. And so we do, she gets on top, sitting, legs apart, eyes open, staring, and I though I keep it, I'm touching her, opening the way, feeling the muscles of the entrance to her vagina completely lax, your body open, waiting for the man.

I ask him to come down now, slowly, to regulate the penetration, speed, depth. And while I stand the lingam of it, I feel in your body the moment of doubt when it appears that it will close, the little effort, but immediately, going deeper and see movements, her body to meet the embrace . I could go, let alone take my hand hurts, but I am for more.

I half rose to go with the desire to go there, my hand between the two bodies, taking at once the strength of the wet and feeling the desire for it.

"Do not go, he tells me, she says nothing, looks at me and smiles." I stand for.

She leans back, I stand the lingam to lean on or at point G, she has an orgasm, a second flood leaves my hand, will be the amrita? But it can not last long the session, she is satisfied, it can not dry and boring, so I put my fingers in V lingam embracing him as he moves, by reinforcing the pressure. The hold on, like a wild boar. It can not, must not continue, if she gets tired and it hurts, rather than heal, the session will have spoiled him even more. So that must end.

I spend my other hand to the point of a million dollars, a point between the testicles and anus, support, and there noticed that your body is stressed, that orgasm is imminent. Arrives, how will not go!, My fingers feel the contractions of your lower abdomen, I feel the blows of his lingam in the yoni of her, while her body tense as a bow. It seems never ending, still moving, ever more slowly, until she leans over and hugs him. A rain of amrita and semen wet my hands when she bends. I love it.

I give my hand to smell, full of those two, she smells it, not rejection, but also passes his hands and the gift to him, that lame.

I get up, I threw a blanket over it, and go.

After a while, and showered, I hear the groans again, her and him. I leave you alone, I do not need.

I think that was a good job on it ... this is in contrast to the instructions of his mother ... and she is, and not her mother, who is in bed. The next day she called me thanking me for the experience ... you want to continue ...

Yesterday we saw the climax of a lifetime. Do not scorn, is made with love. With more or less technical, more or less sensitivity or wisdom, but made with love. And this is very important.

And that orgasm is what generates the beloved person, with his body, his hands, focusing on our penis. It is placed in position, if the hands, well filled with oil, please takes us by a sensitive (but not the most sensitive) of our anatomy of man, and good with your hands, along with the movements of your body causes orgasm.

This is what I baptized (not that wrong to baptize orgasms) yesterday as epidermal orgasm (no, not Epidemic, epidermal, although outbreaks, if any, Hayles, commented the other day)

Well, today commented, orgasms epidemic occur, sometimes in orgies, where there are a couple very excited, she's screaming and shouting encourage another couple, and finally there is a chorus of women who are not exactly the mourners of medieval burials, although sometimes it seems that they are killing. It should be something that encourages your partner, which is accelerating the pace, until taut, and is exhausted. He does not always, but when he unwittingly comes to getting a situation also. If done right (well, that I know of no previous training is needed chance) is a kind of collective orgasm, good natured. It's almost like an exercise in synchronized swimming. And it's orgasmic screams that have an effect known as the animal in heat (well, of course)

And back to our epidermal orgasm, this is the only thing I knew, I must say to my shame, to be a middle-aged man (meaning as thirty advanced). And not for lack of companions with whom to play, as the French say, "au jeu de la bête à deux two," the bug to play two backs, but shared inexperience.

But, as a motor repair is best to call a biker, or to fix a shoe, Zapatero, depending on activities, better resort to Tania, or a Vanya, or a Sonia. I remember as his was today, I came to my town, after driving 900 km in summer, before they had air-conditioned cars and leave, why deny it, hot and s warranty.

Indeed, I waited at home (probably sleeping) my wife. I was going to wake up? I found it convenient to perform an act of charity, let sleeping the sleeper.

I should not be the only one sitting many hours driving increases libido, because the entrance of my town there is an area where all the Vanias, the Velia, the Sonias and Tania, and I thought ... we will not go bothering the missus, a straw in the same car quickly and reaches a more rested, better mood, and unwilling to demand the conjugal duty, so that's good for the family coexistence.

So I stopped in front of any of them, I negotiated the services, I did not want any eccentricity, and French were on a condom. Almost "daily menu". He climbs into the car, guide me to a parking lot full of cars, all with lights, all with a person sitting at the wheel and the other bent over her. And there I parked myself on drums. Vania took off her tits, while down over me, put me in a very functional, with one hand and pulled the condom from its package, I put in the mouth, and I wore the condom, all in one.

I was at a professional

And then, his fingers with long nails, I can not recall without a shudder, instead of staying on my dick down to the eggs, rozandolos above, as I later learned was called a sensitive. I opened my legs, to let him pass, until she reached the perineum. There, in that area, he pressed inward. It was as if suddenly I had placed an electrode. My body contracted, I would say I lost all encompassing feeling of my cock his mouth was like a thousand fingers, like a thousand hands, I squeezed inside.

Vania had a direct line to where orgasm is generated at the very center of my body. It did not take any more, the shift in sensitivity that we saw yesterday, the surface of the penis into the interior had not existed. He was not a brush, it was not a massage, it was a pressure at the base of the penis (for those who want to find out, it's easy, because it is seen beneath the testicles, penis, which enters the body. Is there ). Some say that's not exactly on the axis of symmetry, it is a bit lopsided. I do not know.

I know that orgasm that seemed to come from a different place, therefore there was no need prologue, in both up and down, so much gibberish. It was almost instantaneous. He played a magical point that shorts the whole mechanism, taking it to the trigger point without waiting. And a shot much deeper, more relaxing, an orgasm that seemed to never end, my body was drained without seeing the end. They came, as it comes around, but it left me in another galaxy. And some of my body was there, (no, not condoms, busy as ever), but an insatiable curiosity.

I went home with a smile

Carl, are you? I'm sleeping

- Do not worry, I shower and go to sleep I also, I get tired. And it's hot

the previous post

The Dakini work with sexual energy ... the know head for other parts of the body, not just the genitals. We have more awareness to the body of the person ... It's only my hands tenderly and presence that speak to the body of another person. I'm not afraid to touch ... I miss my ego ... and surrender to the experience.

Now depending on the patient, sometimes seen a light garment covering my breasts, but sometimes not, it is important to "feel" the other person's body and hands are not enough.

That if, depends on how comfortable you are in a patient with your body, how they accept themselves as sexual beings. If you ask, for example, "What if I have an erection?" Because I know I will feel better if I'm covered.

In this type of massage is to give, but can not be given without knowing what the patient expects. You can not teach writing who is learning to read. That's what the interview, and especially the NOTE ... so I can not give more than 3 massages a day. I am giving pure energy.

Tantric is essential for preserving sexual energy, not waste fluid or semen. This needs to be very skillful because on one hand you have to open the energy channels, and on the other prevent the explosion of orgasm occurs.

The dakinis learn to curb the instinct of expulsion and prolong the state of pleasure ... and I assure you that is achieved, provided we are present there and not be thinking hang laundry.

And, before starting the description of what a Tantric massage, its phases (which it does not, it is not a ritual), if I would like to explain how you feel when you are performing the Dakini massage.

In tantric massage reach all areas of the body, even the most remote, even the most secret and fondle with perfumed oil. The session takes place in a comfortable, soft music, slow movements, concentrating on the senses, breathing in a kind of womb. There is a situation shared intimacy and sensuality that could lead very easily to a sex session.

There is a theory "socially correct" that neither the doctors nor the psychoanalysts, nor, much less the masseuses can be sexually attracted to him or the patient. This makes everyone feel more comfortable, but is a general rule, which like everything else, allow for exceptions.

In some cases, when skin affinity, chemistry with the person, can not help feeling an excitement Dakini sensual. But this excitement, inevitable, should not lose sight of the goal, which is the erotic awakening of the patient, braking at the same time its completion.

When I have a hand in the lingam a patient, when I have your other hand on the "million dollar point" which is a point on the perineum and even accelerating, well played, triggers orgasm, I can not yet well of my senses. I forget my own sexuality, my drives. My spirit, my mind, my hands and my mind are reading the signs in the patient's body, the secret signs that indicate if you are near orgasm, and therefore a change of pace I move or if I want the client to reach the final of the session, asking him to breathe deeply, with his whole body, or pleasure is remote, and therefore I can continue with the massage.

Clearly, this search for balance requires that dakini, ie me, I forget my own body and its sensations, which may or may not exist depending on the patient, their skin, their sensitivity, and, why not of the chemistry of your body with mine.

And when comes the end of the massage I look at the points that trigger movements secret pleasure, for the patient to gain greater wisdom about your body, breathing techniques that can regulate your orgasm, on the movements and points cause it, and, for certain customers, different types of orgasm.

I must admit that I appreciate this part of the massage, I like watching the patient's body at the time of his pleasure, I feel it in myself as a culmination of my work, and somehow the reward for a job well done. I like to feel the tension of all muscles, its spasms, its vibrations deep in the moment of orgasm, soapy feel the beating of his lingam at the time, almost as much as seeing his stupor by the sensations achieved an orgasm perhaps the most complete that has ever had.

Dakini obviously for the delivery of sexual energy must be very limited, but sometimes your body has reactions that she can not control, being a woman is easier to hide

link to the session and patients