What It Is Like To Receive Tantric Massage: Short Story Erotica

Imagine this....

Together the two of you have made the bed and put away the laundry, cleaned up, maybe even dusted your bedroom.

You release a contented sigh because looking around things. feel. good. 

Cozy.

Familiar.

You go to get yourself something to drink, and when you come back, your bedroom has changed subtly.

It's become more...magical. Sensual. Inviting.

Your partner has lit a candle. 

There's a handtowel and a bottle of massage oil on the nightstand.

The light has somehow softened.

Your body softens right along with it as your partner says, "Would you like to receive a tantric massage?"

In awe and a bit of shock, your mouth a little agape. Is this a fantasy dream?

You nod your head.

"Can I take off your clothes?"

Again, you nod your head yes.

They take off your clothes slowly. Up over your head. Down your hips and off your legs.

"Lay down in the center of the bed."

And you do.

Your partner checks to make sure the pillow is comfortably under your head, and when it is, they go back toward the end of the bed where they climb on top and sit in between your legs.

They lift your legs to rest over theirs, and it feels comfortable. Intimate. Relaxed.

You close your eyes.

You feel the warmth of your partner's hand over your heart as they gently place their other hand over your groin.

Oh!

And it's such a loving presence that you temporary shock melts.

"Breathe with me?" they ask.

Your head nods gently.

Together you breathe into their hands, into the full length of your body. 

It's comforting. Soothing. 

They slowly take their hands off your body and begin to look at you...to take you in with your eyes.

"I love the way your hair lies between your legs and how it curls in different waves. The color of you is so pink and alive...I love this mole that you may not even know is here."

A squiggle moves in your stomach and a warmth blushes in your chest. 

It's different being seen in this way, having your body reflected back to you in this way.

You are pulled out of your thoughts as you feel your partner shift to reach for the bottle of oil and the handtowel.

You hear the top click open and the sound of the oil flowing onto their hand. They click it closed again and place it on the handtowel next to them.

"Can I touch you now?" they ask, while their hands are rubbing together getting slippery.

You nod your head yes.

They place their two hands just beneath your belly button and slide them slowly slowly slowly up the center of your torso to your chest...

Then their hands separate and move in opposite directions across your chest...

Each one sliding down the sides of your torso...

And back to where they started.

Sliding back up...

Across...

Down...

Across again.

As the movement becomes more familiar, your breath deepens.

You know what to expect.

The waves of movement are comforting.

Their touch...grounding.

You feel your body begin to open and warm with their presence.

Then slowly and gently they lift their hands off your body. You hear them apply more oil.

"Does it feel okay if I place my hands on your hips now?" 

"Yesss...," you respond.

The slickness of the massage oil and the warmth of your partner's hands appear on the outside of your hips. 

They drag their hands so slowly down your hips...down the outsides of your thighs...across your knees...up your inner thighs.

The movement crosses over the tops of your thighs and back to your hips and starts all over again.

Over and over...and over.