About dry orgasms and everything I felt while doing tantric massage for the first time

Get out of my body. In the half light, with music and a sensitive touch on every part of my body. Literally from the hair strand to the sole of the foot. For the first time in my life I was naked in front of a man for two hours - just me and him - inside a room with closed doors without having sex. But it was better than that. I had orgasms. Intense. Dry mouth. Shaky body. I felt my skin peel off my soul and my body tremble at the vibration of the sounds. The mood seemed sensual. It had everything to be sexual, but that was not it. It went beyond. By the touch of Rajan, tantric therapist, I experienced dry orgasms for two hours when I received a tantric massage. It was transcendental. I went into a trance.

Through tantric massage I realized the existence of dry orgasms (without necessarily having ejaculation) in the ways and in unlikely places on my body. I was naked, eyes closed, breathing slowly and feeling the tip of Rajan's nails all over my skin. Until he reached the sole of his right foot and slid across. I went to heaven and had the first of many dry orgasms in a two hour session. Deliciously uncontrollable sensations.

The others came in time with the mantras that echoed from small speakers attached to the therapist's cell phone. As the level of massage progressed, I started to lose even more control over my body. The genital region is sacred to tantra and Rajan's most intense and sensitive touches were concentrated there. Root, body and glans received - together or separately - special touches.

Smile, laugh. I tried to control but it was in vain. The mind ran away from the room, seeking memories, memories and affections. There was a deep laugh again. He felt his body tremble, his mouth dry and his genitals burned in a vibrant way.

And so followed by countless other dry orgasms. With each new area of ​​the body explored by touch, breath, voice and non-masturbatory gestures, I smiled with liberating pleasure. I squirmed my body. I shivered. I scratched the walls to the point of getting paint under my nails. I felt my body burn in a solar intensity.

It wasn't just about sex. I had no passion. It was knowledge. I laughed to purge the sadness that hit me for life, especially this past month when I closed a solar cycle. It was the end of astral hell by Rajan's touch and voice. I returned to smile after almost a month. I realized that making myself happy only depends on my permission, willingness and surrender.

The problems continue. The pains persist but my perception of my reality has been reframed.

Feeling his fingertips and nails on my water-based oil-enhanced genital took me to another plane. Vulnerable, lying there naked and being dominated by commands by another man, I felt that the process of self-knowledge goes beyond the body. It is a matter of mind and energy.

When I left the massage I was ecstatic. I spent 20 minutes looking at graffiti in the middle of the street. Bathing was feeling the vibration of the water droplets on my body. My insomnia, a faithful companion of late, has had its rest for the first time. I dreamed of love, pain and happiness.

Having a tantric massage was like having an ice cream on a hot sunny day. Refreshing, delicious and collapsing. It is something that returns laughter after the long walk. I smiled again.