Yoni Massagem - our reporter surrendered to Tantra

Our reporter gave the body (todinho) to a tantric therapy that promises multiple orgasms, with the right to explore the G-spot. Still with weak legs, she tells the following experience.

One night, while surfing the internet, I came across a page that made me wake up even though I was dead tired: “Tantra, The Way of Love”. I clicked on the link "Tantric Massage" and came face to face with the Yoni technique - which in Sanskrit calls the "sacred space", the "sacred temple", the vagina. She promised exceptional pleasure, light years beyond what we usually get. It said there is a complex treatment system developed by the therapist Deva Nishok that changes the structure of our girl and yields high performance to the woman who has the courage to venture out. Detail: the therapist accomplishes this by touching and feeling, say, the client's secret tunnel. Wow! I spent the night wondering if I would have the audacity. I confess that my sleep was restless. I also wondered what my boyfriend would think of such an unusual experience. Well, I didn't have to tell him, did I?

The next day, I visited the same link. And it just got more tempted. Who doesn't want to have multiple orgasms, explore the G-spot to the fullest? I decided to schedule the session. I would choose the therapist who would do the massage on the website. I could choose between three men and four women. Next to each one's resume, there was a photo. I excluded all males. Couldn't be touched there by a guy I've never seen. I looked carefully at the therapists' faces and decided on a blonde, who looked calm. I called her cell phone. Mailbox. I left a message, but my excitement went underground.

In 40 minutes, I received the return and scheduled for two days from now, in the clinic unit that is in Vila Madalena, São Paulo neighborhood. In those 48 hours I thought about quitting 87 times. But I was, firm and strong. The Metamorfose Center is located in a house with a mother's house decoration (soft sofas, kitchen with the smell of coffee). On the front, just a sign with the words “Centro de Desenvolvimento Integral”. No one would suspect what he had been doing there. I'm glad.

I was received by the therapist herself, a middle-aged blonde, with short, wavy hair. I was guided by her to one of the several rooms where the sessions are held (on the way, I met other therapists with whom I exchanged cordial “good afternoon”). The place was small, lit with indirect light. On the floor, only a thin mattress lined with plastic and a few pillows. After we sat down, she explained what the massage would be like. I said that I would touch the big and small lips, insert the finger in my vagina to massage the G-spot and end up using a vibrator on the clitoris. He also asked why I had sought therapy (curiosity was my answer), if I would like to take a shower (I had already done so), warned that I could ejaculate and that this was normal (good to know!). He asked her to take off all her clothes and lie on her back, legs spread and eyes closed. I, half withdrawn and completely apprehensive, obeyed. At the sound of Indian music, the therapist began to run her fingers all over my body, causing delicious chills. Feet, legs, thighs, breasts, arms, head ... She asked me to turn on her stomach and the movement continued: buttocks, back, neck. I was glad I didn't have someone caressing my vagina right away ... At least some foreplay happened!

I turned my back again. I heard the sound of rubber as she put on surgical gloves. I opened my eyes and saw her smearing her hands with lubricant. Soon after they slid down the inside of my thighs, making movements similar - but smoother - to those of lymphatic drainage. With the tips of his fingers, he took the big lips, each side with one hand, and squeezed them gently along its entire length. The same was done on the small lips. So far, it felt good, but nothing to make me hear the bells ring. Then, with his index finger over the curve of the pubic bone, Deva started to make deep and lateral movements over the “internal part of the clitoris that is attached to the pelvic bone”, according to his explanation. And then he gently introduced the middle finger into my vagina and started to stimulate the G-spot. The light back and forth movement was getting faster and deeper. I was already close to asking to stop (not without some disappointment, because I had not experienced anything that was advertised on the website) when she stopped. My G-spot must have been missing that day ... I heard noises that I couldn't identify until a wonderful sensation took over my clitoris: a vibrator, like a capsule, was beginning to give me the long-awaited pleasure.

Deva positioned it at various points on point C, at different speeds and pressures. I reached my first orgasm in less than three minutes. She turned it off and walked her fingers along the length of her large lips. He pressed the vibrating device on my magic button again. And there came the second climax. Do you think she turned off the toy? Nothing. E., even with the extreme sensitivity that an orgasm causes in the region, I felt a new wave of pleasure. She continued to stimulate my pearl with the device. And the fourth tsunami came. The therapist said phrases encouraging me to immerse myself in the experience, to let electricity take over my body and mind. I reached another orgasm. And, an unprecedented sensation, I found that I couldn't take it anymore. My body was happy, but exhausted. I asked her to stop ... and slept for a few minutes.

The advertisement was not misleading and the 290 reais went to well employed. I went home and waited for my love. In half an hour, he opened the door. I, without saying anything about the sensational experience I had just had, received him with a kiss full of ulterior motives and took him to the bedroom. And then I had the sixth orgasm of the day. This time, without any embarrassment. Just pleasure.