A Tantric Time

Ever been so starved for touch that even the accidental brush of a stranger’s arm sends

shivers down your spine? Or yearned to let go and completely surrender in the arms of

another? To be made to feel like you are a diamond that has just been discovered and

the hands that found you explore you so delicately that you can’t help but burn brighter.

I must have been giving off this energy as I walked past a chiselled and sun-kissed man

as I went to get my takeaway coffee. He smiled as I went into the shop and I returned it

with an open, friendly upturn of my lips. I noticed his strong arms and immediately

naughty thoughts entered my mind. He was leaning against the high counter table when

I walked back out, coffee in hand. He smiled again.

‘About to go for a workout are you?’ he asked.

I saw him eye off my gym outfit: I could see he appreciated the way my shorts hugged

my round ass. ‘Just had one. Beach and relax time now.’

And that’s all it took to ignite the flame between us. We chatted for a while longer; some

small talk and then straight into how he was into energy and healing through meditation

and massage. He added me on Facebook so I could look at his content, but really I knew

he wanted a way to contact me. Sure enough, when I said I was off to the beach he

asked if he could join me after he finished his lunch.

I laughed. ‘I go to the nude beach.’

‘Even better,’ he replied, his eyes cheeky.

‘Only thing is, I don’t have lots of time - I have to pick up my girl at 4.’

The cheekiness spread to his smile. ‘Let’s see what I can show you in the time we have.’

He met me there a short time later, and I was already stretched out naked on my towel.

Nothing about my body was left to his imagination anymore and I smelled desire in the

air as he took his clothes off and sat beside me.

‘Hi again,’ I said, my voice soft and suggestive.

We kept our hands to ourselves as we talked some more, but I could see what he was

thinking when I looked between his legs and saw his manhood greeting the sun.

He was alternative, into spirituality and tantric sex. This last part peaked my interest and

I felt a current of excitement pass through my body. I wanted slow sex, the kind that

lingers and teases and leaves nothing untouched. The unrushed kind, like I am a sweet

candy ready to be unwrapped and tasted, the sweetness so intoxicating that it is sucked

slowly and deliberately, never wanting the pleasure to end.

‘What are you feeling in your body right now, and where?’ he asked me, so casually as if

he was asking me how my day was. But this question was deep, and no man had asked

me this before. Vulnerability escaped my lips; the urge to unravel was strong.

‘I feel stress and anxiety, and I feel it in my chest.’

He answered, ‘Close your eyes and take some deep breaths. Imagine all that stress and

anxiety and sadness moving to the fire in your belly, and it burns it all up. Then imagine a

gold bubble of good energy around you.’

I continue to breath deeply, my bare chest rising and falling, taking in the fresh sea air.

‘Is it okay if I massage you?’

‘Yes,’ I whisper. Touch me now, I think, I need to be touched right now.

I held my breath as I heard him move closer, and when I felt him touch the middle of my

back, I exhaled softly. His hands were soft and warm and unhurried. The fire in my belly

started spot fires in other parts of my body. It was relaxing and arousing simultaneously.

The pressure was firm, but delicate. He found the tight spots and gave my tension the

attention I needed.

It didn’t take long for me to feel the wetness between my legs and I pulsed my hips up,

impatient but enjoying the build-up. He moved down my legs and then up, and found the

uphill curve of my ass. When he started touching me there I growled softly.

I noticed, in the distance, two men walking along the beach. I watched them approach

and wondered if he would take his hands off my ass, but they got closer and he kept

going. As they went out of my line of vision and walked right by, my pussy throbbed and

my body tingled. The thought of the men seeing me having my body worshipped sent a

surge of power down my spine, and I could feel our energy exchange buzzing around us.

I moaned and I pictured him flipping me over and giving my pussy a massage with his

tongue. I wanted him to slowly rub the head of his dick on and around my clit and then

slip his dick in me. In and out, over and over again, gently, as if he was memorising the

way my tight pussy clenched around his hard cock and then released. A tender

exchange of sexual energy. I wanted him to look in my eyes and whisper my name as he

entered the deepest part of me. I wanted him to extinguish the dark desire that pulsed

as fast as my heartbeat. But our time was up, I had to go get my girl. So I groaned and

said instead, ‘I don’t want this to end but I have to go. I’m running late already.’

I was still burning when he took his hands off me, when we dressed and walked to the

carpark. As he gave me a hug that lasted a second too long and briefly kissed my lips.

Then an invitation.

‘Next time, if you want me to show you what real tantric sex feels like, call me up.’

I smiled and said goodbye. Swallowed down the desire in me that refused to dull. For

now, back to reality. Later, well, who knows where my new fantasy will lead me.