How I learned to have multiorgasms with tantra

The scene: a house made entirely of wood and glass built on a stone - in a paradisiacal place among the mountains - lively music, fireplace, good food and 30 couples. I had a sweaty hand, just thinking about the time when I would have to take my clothes off: “look, everyone will see this hair stuck here in my groin”, “and my little chest, what a shame”, “will everyone be looking for my tattoos? ”

I get lost in those thoughts.

"Love? Love? Ale? Where you want to stay?

Afff, the time has come! I choose the corner, near one of the glass walls, next to the speaker. We put the blue mat in place, cover it with a sheet bought minutes before. Soon a white basket with gloves, alcohol, massage oil and a bullet arrives (I would say it is a clitoris vibrator).

{Mental Note: what if girls got a bullet in their 15s?}

From then on, my friends, my way of feeling life has totally changed. Tantric sex came into my life and put order in the house. Many shame, fears, anguish, simply left, and to their place: pleasure.

What took me by surprise was when I realized that any woman can enjoy 30, 40, 50 minutes. Or go further. It was like a punch in the face, followed by a punch in the stomach, realizing that for 34 years I sabotaged myself by ALWAYS ending sex after a little cum - which I understood as a trip to heaven. It is, but it is a quick trip to heaven. In that place I understood that I can walk in the sky, know its streets, who knows how to sleep there one night.

Having a multiorgasm is transformative for a woman - at least it was for me. It is strength, it is power, it is self-esteem, it is healing, it is liberation, it is what you want. That's what tantra is: non-repressive.

I recently had an orgasm in my leg. Like? With my husband's dedication and the use of a vibrator. The oceanic experience that they talk about so much, yes, it is oceanic, deep, and releases so many drugs in our body that if you stay a whole week of laughter, with an absurd sense of well-being, rest assured, that's the way it is.

How is it?

My husband and I were always curious about the practice of tantra - he was much more than me - until we found the Metamorphosis Center, with its own method and headquarters in a fantastic place, set in the mountains between São Paulo and Minas. On the website, link to some articles on important portals and magazines. I became interested in Sexy article, May / 15 editionfrom the journalist Fel Antunes.

While I was reading the first 140 characters of the story, my husband had already purchased the course - Delerium for couples, multiorgastic training -, the return tickets Poa / SP - SP / Poa and we were already in a group of whastapp hitchhiking in a van that would take us from Guarulhos to Itapeva, for a weekend with the other 29 couples. :O

I froze when I read that everyone would be naked learning tantra massages. I thought that I could not go without clothes, lying on a mat while my husband touches me, along with 60 other people, a couple at the microphone directing what the partner had to do and the facilitators.

I will not go! - I decreed.

Half an hour later:

Okay, let's go, but I'll keep my clothes on if I don't feel comfortable!

At the airport we met four other couples: two from Porto Alegre, one from Rio and one from Montevideo. We got in the van and climbed the mountain.

After 200km of pure tension, we arrived at the Metamorphosis Center. The place is already beautiful. At the reception, those who live in the Commune receive us with a long hug, a light smile and a lot of tranquility. Payments made, we found men on one side, women on the other and shared bathrooms.

{Mental Note: Okay. Me and my habit of never putting pajamas in my suitcase!}

I take the key and go to the bedroom. Two rows of single beds, sheets, blankets, soap. At the bottom of the large rectangular room, two rocks, I choose the bed where the mattress is directly on the stone, since I'm here I want to feel nature. With a low ceiling, the room had everything to have that musty smell, but nothing, it was clean and smelling, just like everything there.

We went up to the main hall. I had already seen in the photos that it was a building respecting nature, all made of wood, stone and glass. Inside, a giant fireplace and above it an animated photo of Osho. It was cold that Valentine's Day weekend in 2015.

We sat in a large circle, on red floor chairs, and the couple of facilitators introduced themselves and explained the Delerium methodology. My nervousness was very high; my companion, very calm.

We went for dinner, lacto-vegetarian, organic food, two types of juices, desserts, community tables. Looking at all those couples - ranging from 20 to 68 years old - and thinking that in minutes we would all be lying on mattresses, naked, learning to manipulate our partner's genitalia was definitely intoxicating for me.

The time arrived, we left for the lounge, fireplace lit. Short talk and start of practice. Something happened to me, maybe it was the food or the juice, because as soon as we sat in the shape of a butterfly, eye to eye, I started to undress naturally.

In 15 minutes I was crying - and naked. Everyone was naturally. Nobody looked to the side, there was a concentration on his partner. Since then, being with or without clothes is the same thing for me. If we were gods we would be ashamed of our clothes, Nietzsche would have said.

After eye to eye, we went for the first massage, called sensitive. Very simple: hand in the form of a claw and, as subtly as possible, run your fingers, always in two different polarities, throughout the body of the partner. Nervous laughter, chills, the urge to pull your hand out, weariness, irritation… and the voice came out of the microphone insisting that it was time to reframe it. But how difficult it is to reframe, I only think about the tickling he is doing.

Half an hour of sensitive in the whole body and I start to feel something good, light. Beside us, a woman already enjoys. Above my head, another snort of pleasure. I get confused. How is this possible??? I always felt mega free in sex, so what do they have that I don't have ???

And so it goes. We changed and another 40 minutes of sensitive in the companion. Let's go to the tantric gyrus. The man sits on the floor, the woman mounts him and releases the body. The man proceeds to conduct the spin. I didn't feel anything - this time, because at home I had a kind of orgasm mixed with freedom that I still can't explain exactly what it was.

We continued at this pace until around midnight. Do not apply deodorant, perfume, cream, makeup, or anything. This is the message. Okay. Tea, fruit and bed.

Saturday, 7 am, a tantric yoga class. I choose to sleep, obviously. My body really hurts. I take a shower, coffee, go crazy with the view, soak up the sun, get tight hugs for more than 20 seconds, and the oxytocin starts to come out. I cry a lot, I reconnect with my father and the land.

I am in a strange happiness. And no cell phone signal! 9 am everyone back in the great hall with Osho's amused gaze - and in the warm fireplace.

The rite follows: take your clothes off, eye to eye, sensitive, tantric spin and lots of music with strong beats. After almost an hour, I get my first vaginal touches: swelling of the clitoris.

{Mental Note: Men, everyone, should take this class}

The day was just beginning, but it would be the day of my first ocean experience. The morning was dedicated to the clitoris and large and small lips. In the afternoon, clitoris cord, vagina rings, contractions, g spot.

At the end of the day, after having plunged into deep water, having had my first big orgasm, I went out there in the lounge, happy, with my companion watching over my sleep. When I woke up, the purple curtains had been opened and the sun was setting behind a mountain. Orange, red, purple, I don't know. I was naked, sitting, delighted, smiling, loving.

At night, the men came. Still in the sensitive, many jumped off the floor, spasms, howls, moans, laughs. The facilitators gave the coordinates of the movements to the microphone, which had already been demonstrated previously. We were in this ecstasy until midnight. (Here our first experience through the eyes of Sergio Kroeff Canarim).

Sunday, the body full of oxytocin and its cousins, we experience passive penetration with the help of the bullet. Feeling the rings of the vagina contracting neatly, while using the bullet on the clitoris, is so new that I have doubts whether what I'm feeling is pleasure or irritation.

The day ends with a new circle, emotional testimonials, friends and a line that continues firmly 1 year after the start of tantra: 'this was the second best thing that happened in my life; the first was to be born '.

What has changed after a year of training?

A lot has changed since Delerium. Our sex has changed radically. We find our sex, a mixture of tantra with the west. I feel invaded by an extreme post-tantra happiness, with energy, I sleep less, I get less irritated, I want to hug more, listen more. I left behind the body's shame, guilt and fear for feeling so much pleasure.

Understanding that I am a complete individual and that even alone I can give the pleasure that my body deserves - and that for a lifetime I denied it, letting my conscience prune me for fear of the unknown - was like kicking the door with both feet. This led me to discover, in the darkest corner of my being, a woman drowned in bad sex of a lifetime. Not because of me or the men I related to, but because we are pruned all the time, especially when it comes to sex.

When I added that it was enough for me to allow myself, love exploded in me, the 'inas' started to walk around my body like crazy, bringing pleasure, lust, joy, energy, power to live for each cell. My relationship changed plateau, matured, gained color, sensitivity and a beauty that I did not know. I experienced an unprecedented joy.

I cried so much to come. I cried seeing my husband come. Tears-and-smiles-and-chills-and-love-and-respect. My body is in charge, meanwhile, my mind is empty, meditating.

I still don't use the word gratitude, and I still don't have religion, much less following idols. I just discovered myself, I understood that I want to give myself pleasure, that I deserve it, there is nothing ugly, nor scandalous, nor dirty, nor secret, nor anything but love and respect.

We experience tantra every day, in the awareness of the eye in the eye, in the awareness of the holding hands and the ordered step, in the awareness of silence.