I was so excited when she called to confirm her booking. No, excited wasn't precisely the word… more like so incredibly wet with anticipation, more accurately described my reaction when I heard her sultry voice on my voicemail. We had spoken several times before, and each time, she had hesitated to go through with actually booking a session. I get it. Clients can take a while to warm up to the idea of what I do.
After all, it's not a mainstream sort of thing… tantramassage, that is.
After being in this business for many years, I've learned to trust my gut when it comes to meeting a new client. I can always tell if they will be shy, ornervous, or hesitant about taking the final plunge to meet me in person. Many, in fact,get cold feet and cancel at the last moment. I had hoped that wouldn't be the case with Leanne. Because from the moment we began our first conversation, I justknew she would be one of the hottest sessions I've ever had.
Like I said, sometimes you can just tell.
***
I prepared my studio for Leanne's session just as I'd described it to her over the phone: low lighting, quiet music, incense burning, with a white cotton sheet spread out over the floor. My clients always appreciate the attention I put into maintaining my studio. I treat my space as sacred… a space where the energy between two people can freely flow without anyencumbrance. Part of that lack of encumbrance, of course, involves being completely naked with my clients. Because of this level of intimacy, I always make sure they feel as though they are in a luxurious spa, surrounded by the most serene setting I can provide, where they won't feel inhibited at all.
When Leanne arrived my heart literally started to pound as if I'd just completed a forty-five-minute, high endurance ride on my Peloton. She was as beautiful in person as the picture she'd sent me. Her tall, perfectly proportioned body already had my fingers tingling. I couldn't wait to run my hand over her bare skin, and feel her breasts, her hips, her thighs… well, every part of her.
I wanted her, badly.
I led her into my back room and left her to undress in private. I busied myself by lighting a few more candles and making sure everything was in perfect order, and the outside door was completely secured. I wanted nothing to disturb our session.
When I reentered, I found Leanne seated on the floor in a cross-legged position, fully naked, just as I'd instructed. Immediately I could sense her open aura. Her sensuality practically seeped from her gorgeous body. She looked so serene with her bare breasts exposed, her nipples already hard, the little buds protruding from the tiny circles of her soft pink areolas. I caught her gaze, and she gave me an inviting smile, without an air of self-consciousness about her. I could tell she was comfortable being naked around another woman, which excited me even more.
I circled her, then knelt behind her, letting out a small breath.
I grazed my fingers over her shoulders and down her back, and she let out a tiny, nervous cough. My hands came in contact with her bare skin. I began to breathe with her, inhaling deeply, then slowly exhaling, until her rhythm matched mine. In this way we were already discovering the pure essence of tantra. I say we because even though I was the one introducing the practice to her and I was the one touching her, I was discovering her femininity and her raw sense of sensuality… as if I had never touched a woman before. It was intoxicating.
Leanne took long, even breaths as I allowed my hands to roam all over her. I pressed against her, feeling her nervous system begin to relax. I raked my fingernails down her long, smooth back and down over the gentle curve of her hips. She shuddered under my touch, yet she wasn't the only one reacting to what was happening. With every stroke I grew more aroused. My nipples hardened under the flimsy fabric of my tank top. My breathing shallowed. The heat between my legs intensified. I had to fight to maintain my focus before I lost all control of my senses.
Although, really, would it matter?
I wanted her in a way I don't normally allow myself to want other clients. I wanted to taste her lips… her breasts, to feel her cunt pulsing as I thrust my fingers inside her. Fuck, she was so gorgeous. It was times like these I couldn't believe I was this lucky to have this job.
It wasn't always this easy to connect so deeply and so quickly with a client. When I first started working as a tantra massage therapist, I expendedso much effort to make sure a client experienced ultimate bliss under my hands that I had no energy left to give. With men, I would bring them to the edge and back countless times, often for over an hour at a time, rubbing their bodies in every imaginable way before focusing all my efforts on their pulsing cock… stroking them in just the right rhythm, with just the right pressure until they exploded, shooting rivers of white over my body. I gave my all to ensure they ejaculated in a manner many of them had never dreamed of before.
With women, I spent my energy tuning into their bodies, making sure I touched them in just the way they needed… caressing their breasts, gently stimulating their clit, sliding my fingers inside them and drawing out every sensation until their bodies shook and shuddered in waves of pure orgasmic joy. Rarely, if ever, did I allow that energy to flow back to me.
Then, slowly, I discovered I wasn't as powerless to control the tantric forces as I'd thought. A few clients turned me on to the point of wanting to fuck them so badly I could barely finish the session. I was losing myself in my work, unable to keep these desires from overtaking me. I couldn't think of anything except fucking these strong, powerful men, and these beautiful sensual women.
Then, eventually, I allowed it to happen.
Nick was the first. He wouldn't be the last, but he was the one who changed everything. Right from the moment he walked through the door I was powerless. His raw sexuality was too much for my already sexually overwhelmed senses. I couldn't control my thoughts, or my actions. It was as if my body had been turned over to the gods of desire, and there was nothing I could do to stop what was happening. His body was a temple that beckoned to be worshipped at, over and over again. His cock pulsed between us with an invitation to use it in any manner I chose. I lost myself in him, my legs spreading involuntarily as my body wrapped around his. I took him inside me like a drug, milking his glorious cock deep inside my swollen pussy, fucking him over and over again as we came together in torrents of sheer pleasure that left us both on the floor, gasping for breath.
And that was just our first session.
There were many men after Nick. I encountered many women, too, who possessed an intoxicating sensuality I simplycouldn't resist. It was impossible to remain impassive and in control. I was losing myself in the very world I had created. Each tantra session left me more and more vulnerable and open to the raw sexual energy that came as a result of connecting in such an intimate manner. I couldn't keep my feelings of arousal from burning inside me. I began to touch my clients in a manner that I never had before… touching them in ways that made us mutually excited, rubbing my breasts and pussy over their bare skin, over their faces, allowing their lips and tongue to pleasure me until I shuddered in orgasm after orgasm, coming so hard I often had to lock the door after they left and cancel my remaining appointments.
Without a doubt Leanne was one of those clients.
***
With each gentle sweep of my hands over her naked body she relaxed more completely and let out a sigh. I leaned into her, drawing my palms back and forth over her breasts and up and down the graceful sweep of her neck. With my lips pressed to her cheek, I blew lightly on her skin and then nibbled on her ear, earning another gasp of pleasure for my careful, tormenting movements.
"I want to fuck you so badly," I imagined myself whispering. "The things I want to do to your body… you have no idea…" Would she freeze, or immediately grab her clothes and run? I wasn'tcertain.
Oh, so often I've imagined saying those words to clients, but this was different. I really, truly wanted to do all the things that were racing through my mind to Leanne's young, fit body. I wanted to pleasure her as she'd never been pleasured before. To bring her to the edge and back so many times she lost count. To rub my body all over hers, kissing every inch of her. Then, finally, when she was begging me breathlessly to allow her to come, I wanted to shove my fingers in her slick cunt and fuck her so deeply that she exploded, her juices dripping down my fingers as wave after wave of orgasm ravaged her body.
But first, we had to get her to that place of complete surrender.
I pulled Leanne against my chest, cradling her in my arms, and creating a safe space for her. She was completely naked, responding to my every movement. I was fully aware of the power I still had over her and held her firmly as I caressed her breasts and stimulated her nipples. I traced long lines up her neck and across her cheeks, over her lips, then down her belly before allowing my fingers to slide between her legs. My touch stayed gentle and controlled, even though my insides were burning with a desire I could hardly contain. Her moans grew louder. Her body rocked against mine as she allowed herself to relax ever more deeply. I blew gently on her skin, dragging my fingers over her stomach and over the smoothness of her inner thighs. She leaned back against me, now gasping for her breath. Her body was responding to my touch as perfectly as I hoped.
She was almost ready.
I turned her around and sat her in my lap with her face inches from mine. We breathed together finding our rhythm. With each inhalation and exhalation we grew more and more in sync. In and out. In and out. She was mirroring me with perfection. It was almost as if I could see myself in her eyes, and in her soul. Tantra can be that powerful… if you connect with the right person. In that moment, Leanne was most definitely the right person for me.
I shifted slightly and held her upright. With one hand on her back and my other hand on her breasts I continued to guide her breath. The heat radiating between her thighs caused my own body to respond. My tongue was dry, and my heartbeat was rapid. Then she touched me. Her hands roamed my body, caressing my legs, my hips and my breasts. I didn't have to coach her… Leanne moved in pure surrender, letting go of all of her inhibitions. We moved together, our bodies swaying in soft, slow circles… an ancient dance of delight. I held her in my arms as her internal pleasure grew.
Now she was ready.
***
I pushed her back gently until she was lying in front of me on the floor, her legs spread apart. I poured oil all over her, allowing it to drip on her breasts, between her legs, over her vulva and pubic mound. She gasped with delight. I moved my hands over her in a gentle massaging motion, back and forth, up and down. She quivered and squirmed under my touch.
"Just breath baby, just breathe…"
We stared at each other, our connection deepening with each stroke. I slid my hands between her legs, focusing my attention on her yoni… her most intimate of areas. I gently spread her outer lips, teasing her pussy with my fingers. She gasped. Her clit was engorged, her folds so incredibly wet. She was shaking now, fighting to maintain her focus as the rivers of pleasure built inside her. The heat between her legs surged as I stroked her, increasing the friction with my fingers… pushing, touching, and sharing with her all of the energy I had to give.
She cried out, the sensations nearly too much to bear. I kept touching her. I couldn't stop if I wanted to.
***
I had learned, the hard way, of the power thattantra can hold over you. With Nick, and many others, I had spent so much effort calming the bodies of my clients to the point where they became nearly comatose as we began our sessions. Then, bit by bit I built their arousal, igniting parts of their body they might never have even known were considered sexual. I caressed their ears, the backs of their necks, their hips… and especially their feet. Only after all of this would I approach their aching desire between their legs. Only after arousing them to the point of being desperate for a release did I begin to work on their pulsing cock, or their glistening wet pussy. I saved that for the very end, because I knew once I started manipulating their clit, or stroking their cock with a steady rhythm, they were inevitably going to explode.
The tantra energy that came with their buildup of arousal was so powerful it could trigger an orgasm without me even touching them. Some clients did that. I wasn't concerned about how it happened; I only knew if I wasn't careful, that swirling mass of tantric energy could easily consume me. Those times it did, I was powerless to stop it.
This was one of those times.
My fingers worked furiously over Leanne's clit. I thrust my fingers inside her wet slit, faster and faster. Her back arched, her eyes sealed shut. Her breath was lost in the moans that filled the space around us.
"Please…" she whispered. "Please… make me come…"
My movements took on a life of their own, as they always do. As if watching someone else's hands, I stared at my fingers as they disappeared inside her slick cunt. I fondled her dripping wet folds. My thumb pressed firmly against her clit, pulsing as rapidly as a vibrator. Her screams grew louder. My fingers fucked her harder. Now it was a deep pulsing movement as I spread her lips wider, opening her with each deep thrust in her pussy. Her body rocked uncontrollably underneath me. My legs were spread open around her. I held her firmly, keeping my energy focused on her yoni. My fingers slid back and forth through her folds, circling her clit, slipping down over her perineum, and back up. She cried out, begging me for a release.
I gave her everything I had.
Finally, she exploded.
She came, and came and came. Her moans grew to screams of pleasure. I kept on stroking her as she climaxed for nearly a full five minutes.
Still, we weren't done… it was my turn.
We shifted so we were once again facing each other. I held her in my lap again, this time my bare pussy pressed against hers. She moved her hips against mine, pushing the heated ball of energy between her legs toward me. I responded by thrusting my hips into hers. We started to grind in a frantic rhythm. Our bodies rocked back and forth, our vulvas touching with each thrust of our hips. We stared at each other. It was then I realized I was no longer the one in control. I wasn't fucking her—she was fucking me.
My body was desperate for her… I wanted her lips on mine, her tongue on my skin, her fingers deep inside me. I wanted her to ravish me as I had just done to her. My cunt was slick with my juices, and hers. Our yonis merged… her bare pussy slid directly on top of mine, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body. I leaned back and pressed my hands into the floor. I spread my legs wider, willing her to fuck me as hard as she could. I focused all my remaining strength on sliding my pussy against hers… rubbing our mounds together, frigging our clits… joining our tantric energy in a naked frenzy of unbridled passion.
Finally, the explosion came. I cried out as wave after wave of pure pleasure rushed through my body, then hers. The ball of orgasmic energy surged through us, and around us, finally settling down as we slowly returned to this world.
It was the hottest session I have ever experienced. My very best erotic massage story. Just like Nick and others, I knew it was not going to be the last I saw of Leanne. Like I said from the start, sometimes you can just tell.