Goddess. Hmmmm. Okay, first of all, I have to start by saying that there’s a skeptic inside of me that isn’t all that comfortable with Tantra and all this New Age-y bullshit. Is it just an overpriced handjob, or is there really more? I mean… REALLY. And what’s with all this goddess stuff? Have you noticed that if a man refers to himself as a "god", everyone thinks he’s got issues? But if a woman refers to herself as a "goddess", she's simply getting in touch with her inner power and wisdom? Why can’t we guys, for once for crissakes, be getting in touch with our inner horniness and sexual wisdom? In fact, I propose that all Redbookers should refer to themselves not as hobbyists, but as "gods", because what we're doing is transcending societal limitations and learning to be in the here and the now, as in… hey, why should I take you to dinner? Lemme give you $200, and let’s fuck NOW. Right here on your kitchen table, babe. Pop off those Victoria Secret panties, sugar." And every time we go to an AMP and get a rimjob, we can refer to that as god-training. And BBBJ would be the preferred way to honor the penis, since the god-worshipping providers can experience more direct contact with our “shakti” (bliss energy) that way. Yeah, swallow my shakti blessings, honor my penis.

So with this caustic frame of mind, channeling the Holy Skeptic, I went in search of an authentic Tantric experience. The absolute best one I could find. I knew that www.goddesstemple.com would offer a good place to start from. I eventually selected one fetching lass to introduce me to the ways of spiritual sensuality. It took a while, but she was in town, and I headed on over to see her.

Now first of all, I have to say that some older women who aren’t as competitive in the FBSM market usually resort to calling themselves Tantrikas, and giving the handjob a bit more respect than it deserves. You kinda wanna say, “Hey, lady, it’s only a handjob, okay? Stop lecturing me, and help me get rid of this hard-on!” But this girl is in her prime, a dancers body and the face of a Eurasian model. And she speaks with absolute conviction. She’s something special.

So she starts the session by offering the bathing ritual. Why not go for the E ticket ride? Once in the warm tub, I began to breathe in the manner she suggested, as she activated various chakras and energy points. Relaxing, but no flashing lights in my head. Slowly, the internal critic began to quiet, and I found myself slowly entering a state of… wow, what should I call it? How about non-judgementalness? Sure, that’s just groovy.

Eventually, the breathing exercise started to get me a bit light headed, and I did begin to feel all tingly all over. We exited the bath, and then went to the sacred space. The room was surrounded by Buddhist and Hindu images, the aromatherapy candles were fragrant, the New Age music was actually a blend of techno and sitar, which gave the environment an upward velocity. I laid down, and she began a terrific massage. She’s actually a certified massage therapist, and her technique was quite effective. Very, very relaxing. She worked on my back and legs, down to my feet, blending sensual and therapeutic strokes, and soon, somehow, my legs became soft as putty but my ass was tensely arching to meet her strokes along the crack of my ass. She was also trained in Thai massage, and integrated a few pulling and stretching moves into her repertoire. I was in heaven. I must face the fact that I am a rubdown whore. I’ll do anything for a nice massage.

Anyway, this massage phase lasted maybe twenty minutes, and she instructed me to flip over and begin the breathing exercises again. Then, we proceeded to “build energy.” Combining the yogic breathwork with erotic stimulation of both the penis and prostate (which she calls the lingam and the male G spot), we worked up a major sweat. Now, this girl deserves a fucking PhD in handjobs, because she demonstrated an amazing array of manual techniques. Using a particularly slippery form of lube, she dazzled me with light and heavy, teasing and fulfilling, one and two handed moves… all executed with perfect tempo, never speeding up, never impatient, always seeking to draw the orgasmic feelings out. At the edge of cumming, she’d reverse the energy flow (you have to experience this to believe it), and sure enough the orgasm would transform into a tingling energy that moved up my spine and down my legs. The first time was interesting, the second was fascinating... the fourth or fifth time, I was on fire. It felt like electricity coursing through my body. Then, she moved into prostate massage. Fer crissakes, somebody declare this girl a saint and miracle worker. I simply cannot describe the feelings that she produced, with one hand on my cock and the other in my ass, reaming away gently, teasing and milking my prostate/Gspot/whateverthehellyouwannacallit, and when she reversed the energy, her hand stayed in there. Just stopped moving. The energy was not so willing to move away from my sex chakra. By the ninth or tenth peak, I was begging to come.

So she lectures me, while I’m riding the crest of this biggest orgasm yet that has become my entire life, that is equivalent to breathing… but I can hear her and still can understand her words. She asks me if I want to fully transmute the energy or go with the orgasm. She has not value judgement either way. If I’m ready to transmute, then let’s do it. If I attached to orgasm, no problem, let’s do it until my scracity consciousssness around orgasm is healed. You know, I tell her, I really want the fucking orgasm, okay? I’m doing the breathing exercise she instructed me in, like a broken rhythm breath of fire, and I am shaking with energy. So she says, okay, let’s go for it. Without speeding up, she changes her intent from building and holding, to moving toward release. Words are inadequate to describe what it felt like. All I can say is that my body was bucking up and down, flying off the mattress, and when my cock erupted, it felt like my entire body was in orgasm, as a hot molten lead knife cut through my insides, and joy was everywhere. I *almost* passed out from the over oxygenation and orgasm. Feels like I have cum a quart of seminal fluid. She scoops a bit of my white hot sperm off my chest, and smears it over her heart. She says, “Blessings.” And smiles.

I cannot speak. I am speechless. I have to meditate for five minutes to recrystallize my being into something human again. She just sits there in meditation with me, in half lotus as I lay in front of her. After five minutes, I’m able to talk again. Wow. This was REAL. This was something beyond words. And the amazing thing is that this is only the first step into real Tantra. There are many stages and steps beyond this – energy work, body work, and psychologica work, and spiritual work. Some practitioners, like this girl, only get to use a small fraction of what they know, because most men don’t want to make a commitment to learn. They just want a rub and a tug. Girls like this one, they can do so much more... They hope for a client who wants to do more, learn more, explore more… but such men are rare. Anyway, I end the event with a haiku…

she’s a tantrika
she can blend sex and wisdom
truly a goddess

long story short, we both know, the most sacred of tantric rituals involve the "sharing of sacrament" especially the "elixers" which are the vital fluids of male+female post orgasmically

in the context of working with non-fluid-bonded partners this is not readily possible without a lot of testing and waiting for more testing and so on (in todays age of prevalant std concern)

there is just SO MUCH MORE to tantra than extending orgasm and ejaculation, as *YOU* KNOW, but yes, worship of the divine phallus AND the divine yoni, in every respect, is part of it - in the traditional sense

divinebliss,

~Ch

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As this first session with… um, shall we call her X?… ended, we chatted a bit about the nature of the universe, consciousness and sexual addiction… in an absolutely spiritually unpretentious manner. There wasn’t a lot of mumbo jumbo about “if you do this meditative practice, you’ll eventually get to that whatever”. Her work is about open sexual experience. Here Now Bang Pow. Intensely playful, out of the box sex that was simply the most fun I’ve ever had with my pants off. And the session was deeply spiritual, even though it felt absolutely perverted and dirty. This girl is absolutely frank about loving sex, and is quite uninhibited about her own struggle to be fully sexual. I left the session, which went way beyond the time limit without additional cost, and you know, I was really impressed by this girl. Maybe I’m falling a bit for her…

Anyway, in addition to a keen understanding of the dynamics of sex addiction, X was very eager to recommend variations in our psychosexual exploration together. I suppose that doing an interminable number of handjobs would eventually kill the joy of sex for any girl. Anyway, she suggested that a threesome might be fun, especially if I’d bring a sexually open girlfriend for her to ravage. “Oh, I love girls. The prettier, the better.” And then she related her recent adventures with various couples, and then more adventures in a group sex party, with a half dozen sundry Tantrica’s and Tantrico’s. Hmm. my perception was that there was an inner sanctum of tantric über-sexuality, behind the façade of workshops, lingo that revolved around lingams and yoni’s, and karmacola psychobabble. “Nah, there’s no inner sanctum. I just like really good, wild, explosive sex.”

I’m actually quite blessed in having a few fuckbuddy girlfriends who like to have no strings zipless fucks with me. So I invited one, let’s call her Y, who had never been with a woman before, to do a threesome with our little goddess. Now, I realize this is beginning to sound like a Penthouse letter, but Y is gorgeous as well. Blonde, tan, athletic in build. Incredible C cup breasts. She could easily be a dancer at MBOT. And the thought of having her at the same time as X, who is a Eurasian goddess, gave me an instant erection. Okay, Kodak moment here!

So here we are, me and two absolute foxes. One, the blonde, never had a woman before but bi-curious. The other, a brunette Tantric goddess love guru, was creaming in her pants to nail the blonde. Me in the middle. Anyway, the air is heavy with electricity, and Y was understandably nervous, feeling a bit like the main course at a dinner for a pack of wolves. But still, she was intensely curious about Tantra. X could feel her anxiety, so she started off very gently.. by offering to do a demo of Tantric techniques on me… all Y had to do was watch. A bit embarrassing for me, but within ten minutes I was bouncing on orgasmic waves of energy. Ever so slowly, X coaxed Y off her safe little sofa way over there… and eventually got her participating in some innocuous manner. But within ten minutes, X had talked her into taking off her clothes and was munching away at her sweet little pussy. The repressed fear of homosexuality in Y powered the intensity of her sexual response. In no time at all, Y was in orgasmic heaven, writhing and turning and telling me “oh baby, this is the... ah... absolute best head I have EVER had… Ummmm. Oops. I mean except with you dear... ah... Nah, fuck it. She’s loads better than you. Omigod. Oh. Oh. Oh Hell, she’s better than ANY guy she’d ever had. Here, come kiss me. ARGGGGGGH!!! Oh. I can completely understand why women become lesbians now.... oh god, don't stop that!!!”

But even more amazing that Y’s sexual response, X was incredible to watch at work. She had her fingers up Y’s cunt, while licking away. “So how do you like THIS? Or THAT?” as her hand rotated, and assumed various positions to access different nerve bundles. Then she would tease and pull her hand out, and Y was begging for it. Just begging for it. This didn't feel like Tantra to me. It felt like a porn movie. I guess that other Tantricas would call it “goddess worship or sacred spot healing”. But as Y was moaning, “Oh yes yes YES! Oh! Oh!” it then occurred to me that X was beyond yogic lingo, and played in the direct experience of sexuality. It wasn’t about “yoni’s and shakti”, it was about “fuck me harder, I’m begging you”. As Y jumped face first into sexual chasm, I realized that X was was doing to her what she was doing to me just a half hour before. And the breathing pattern was the same, except it came about naturally.

I was so mesmerized by the intensity of this raw sex, that it didn’t occur to me that maybe I should fuck X from behind or something. (Also, I was also recovering from the Mother of all Orgasms myself, and the two of them looked SO into it, I didn't want to interrupt except to kiss and snuggle with Y.) Anyway, I was sort of in awe and couldn't help but feeling the “energy” in the air. Man, I could feel it, I honestly could. This was not just words, not just some asinine yogic jargon, not just a conceptual thing called Shakti… it was the direct experience of sex energy. It felt dirty. It felt sexy. It felt energetic. I had a flashback, like I was some Brahmin, three thousand years ago in a Hindu temple, surrounded by Tantrica’s and incense and whatever, in the absolute nectar of sexual ecstasy. Now, my mind, my inner critic is still jabbering away, and had come up with some stupid thought about how X could easily be a PhD candidate engaged in an oral defense of her thesis in the field of cunnilinguistics. But I kept going back to reality of the pussy and the tongue and the cock. I kept coming back to what was actually happening. I could feel during that moment, in some odd way, that my deeply rooted guilt and sexual scarcity consciousness was being healed. I was being healed by... a realization here... a direct experience of reality. At that instant, I saw that X was really about sexual prosperity, and seeing that addiction comes from thinking that you need sex to survive. Instead, it’s more of a letting go into celebrating sex.

At the clearest instant of realization possible, as Y was in the throes of one of the deepest orgasm I’ve ever witnessed, I saw that these two women truly were goddesses. Not in some stupid, politically correct sense of the word, but in a REAL way. I saw that they were perfectly in tune with their sexual divinity. And so was I. This sexual event was suddenly transformed from something naughty and dirty, into something transcendent and healing. And the power that healed the three of us, wasn’t a belief or a yoga position or mantra. It was the absolute perception of reality. Now, THIS is Tantra.

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Yes, if you PM me, with a meaningful post history, I'll refer you to this Tantric goddess, who is not advertising on ErosGuide or Lovings, and is very very private and selective in who she plays with. If you approach her with an open heart and mind, and approach her as someone divine and special, I promise you that you will not be disappointed in where she takes you.

And no, Y is not a provider, and I won't provide an introduction to her! She's MINE! MINE!

JJ

I’ve been forwarding private messages to her, and giving her contact info out to men and women who write to me, after reading these reports. I felt this was a safer way to get word of her out to interested people, than to write an open review, which could be read by anyone, including LE. Of this, she said, “That’s fine, but I really want to stress that the only way I feel comfortable exploring and meeting new people is when there is sufficient evidence the heart of the person is kind, respectful and sincere. I trust that the universe will deliver interesting people to play with, because I am very selective about with whom I will dance.”

I mentioned that a number of women had written, asking if she would teach a course about Tantra. She laughed, and said, “I’m at this place where I’m moving beyond words and knowledge, and in a way, beyond Tantra. I don’t really know if I have anything left to teach anymore. But I’ll give it some thought.”

My first session with X was a formal Tantra session. The second moved outward in terms of wildness. This session moved deeply inward. We spent the first hour of this session in the living room, talking about life, money, career, love, sex, tantra. We talked a lot about this "hobby" and its mirror image "sex work", and its impact on the spirit, and we delved into this concept of fully integrative sex work/play. We all know that sex workers often have to develop internal mental limits, ie, this is work and this is love, this is what I do with customers and this is what I do with my boyfriend... in order to maintain self respect and sanity. (What do we hobbyists do that is equivalent?) X said that she did set limits before, but has since let go of those mental constructs. Instead, she is trying to be fully integrative, and allowing herself to do anything she wants, whenever she want, and only with those she truly wishes to do it with. Thus, someone who arrives at her door with a closed heart or zero chemistry, would end up receiving only a formal Tantra session or a good simple sensual massage. However, if the seeker arrives with an open heart, is truly respectful and sincere, I am very likely to open completely with this person.”

Out of respect, I won’t reveal the graphic details of what transpired in this particular session. Let it suffice to say that many emotional borders were destroyed in this very personal and very interpersonal adventure. However, when we were done and getting dressed, she suggested, “This was really wonderful. I loved dancing with you. So next time, if you’re open, I have a friend who is coming in from Hawaii, who is very beautiful and talented and wise, with very long red hair. She is considered to have mastered Tantra. The three of us, we could get together and play. I think we could go somewhere none of us have ever been before. Whadya say?”

What could I say to an offer like that?

Anyway, you should check her out while you can. She said that this visit to the Bay Area is her final adventure into this undiscovered sexual territory, before she retires and exits the industry. "I'm slowly moving toward a place of great simplicity and directness, where I can simply become just a regular girl in the world." I am reminded of the Tao Te Ching, which said:

In the pursuit of knowledge
every day, something is gained
But in the pursuit of the Tao
every day, something is let go
we continue to let go
until there is nothing left
Finally,
when effort is uncontrived,
nothing is left undone;
then we can be completely natural
and allow things to take their course.

p.s.

although fully relaxed after, i have been horny as hell all day(it was the transfer of energy described by jj).

I happened to be in SoCal for a weekend and managed to set up an appointment with this goddess. She described to me what Tantra was all about and what was involved with it. In my mind, I was cynical because a lot of it does sound like new age mysticism. Once she got undressed, I really didn't care much about anything else. Being in the presence of an attractice, nude woman does that to me.

To make a long story short. WOW! I remember her saying breath and me exhaling while making the moaning sounds. This went on for a while and I swear, I must have passed out. I remember coming to and her at my side. My body or muscles, were still contracted. I remember my arms being very difficult to move and flexing my hands to loosen them up.

Needless to say, I had to do more research into this. I've seen 3 different goddesses since then. I felt one was nothing but a ripoff. Another offered full service but I came unprepared not thinking it was possible. And the last didn't go to well, mainly because I was on medication at the time and I couldn't get to that particular point that makes the whole thing worth while.

The only downside to the Tantra sessions is the expense. The average cost for the four was about $350, which is kind of expensive. I would love to get into it more but the expense is kind of prohibitive. Of course, that could be a good thing as I would probably be in a session every weekend if it was affordable.

Sac

I've said before that I want to be just like joe. I'm nowhere near there right now, so I think that I want to just cut to the chase.

I think we should all pitch in so that we can have some mad scientist monitor JustJoe's brain during sex. We'll then know what parts he gets stimulated. Then, we'll just have the evil genius make an electrode gizmo that I can plug in and stimulate the same area. Cheap everlasting bliss is the goal.

Until then, I'll continue on my search for the perfect orgasm. No doubt following JJ closely.

Cheers,

Wraith

each of us is at the center of the universe. so is everyone else. -e. e. cummings