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 your temporary shock melts.
"Breathe with me?" they ask.
Your head nods gently on its own.
Together you breathe into their hands and then deeper into the full length of your body.
It's comforting. Soothing.
They slowly lift their hands off your body with their fingertips lingering. And you feel them 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, with the rhythm.
”How’s the speed?” they ask.
The speed? The words try to register in your mind.
”The speed? The speed is…good. Could you try going a little slower?”
”Yes,” they answer.
Their hands slowly, deliciously, stroke up your chest and down the sides of your body, giving you more time to delight in them and feel every. single. touch.
After awhile, they slowly and gently 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?" they finally say after a few moments.
"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.
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“How’s the pressure?” they ask.
It takes you a moment to register the question.
Your nose crunches and your eyebrows raise with curiosity.
”Could you try a deeper pressure on the outside of my thighs and a lighter touch as you come up my inner thighs?”
”Of course. Yes.”
You feel with delight the firmer contact…and then the more feathery sensation in waves with their hand movement.
When their hands rise off your body again, you notice the temperature of the air on your skin, the only thing left caressing you. You feel the support of the bed under you and the softness of the pillow under your head. Where your legs are being braced up by your partner’s, you’re attuned to their clothes where you are bare.
The click shut of the oil bottle brings your attention back to your partner even though your eyes are still closed.
”Are you ready to be touched now?” they ask.
”Yes, please,” you answer.
The outside of your hips light up again with slippery, warm touch as they stroke round your lower body again.
Instead of rounds and rounds of this, after a few times, you begin to feel their thumb, one after another, stroking up from bottom to top along the inside of your groin.
First one side. Then the other.
Lightly at first and then increasing in pressure.
Things begin to loosen and relax in your body with each touch along this tender and sensitive area.
You breathe deeper into where you can feel your partner touching you and sighing as you exhale. Your body shivers with the release.
Again you feel their hand movements slow before they take up their hands.
Click. Slide. Click, goes the oil.
”Are you ready to be touched?”
”Yes,” you return to their now-familiar question. It feels good to be warned when touch is going to come back so you don’t jolt.
Their hands return to your hips and thighs…and then they move to your perineum, this smooth-skinned spot between your genitals and your anus.
Like with your inner groin, their thumbs push lightly—one at a time—over this spot.
A little deeper.
A little deeper.
You feel heady. But also grounded. It feels something like primal to be touched here.
Stroked. Cared for.
You want to grunt…or growl…and in the most pleasure-filled, delightful way.
”How’s the pressure?” they ask.
They keep stroking you, and when your curiosity is peaked, you respond. “Can you go in a little deeper?”
”Absolutely.” They press deeper into you with every thumb movement, and keep going.
When they pause, it’s a mere second before you feel their whole hand, slick and heated, slide from the top of your genitals, all of the way along them, back down to this spot they were just massaging.
Sensations light up in your body.
The other hand follows, one after another, each with a slow, caring caress over the space between your legs.
You feel both excited and aroused and also relaxed and cared for. Held.
Until they stop.
Cupping your genitals, they rest their hands on you.
The movement was soothing.
The stillness almost feels disquieting.
But when the lack of movement settles, you begin to experience this touch as a warm, safe hug and embrace of the most vulnerable and powerful parts of you.
You take a deep breath.
You blow it out.
After moments and moments breathing like this into their hands, under their hands, and into your whole body, their familiar light removal of their hands come off of you.
Click. Slippery slide. Click.
"Can I touch you?"
”Yes.”
The dance is familiar. Safe. Your lips turn up at the sides.
As their thumbs begin to stroke you…the base of their palm circling into you…the light tugs…the gentle pinching together.
Never has anyone—including your partner—taken this much time to feel you...to see you…to care for you…to let you be the focal point with absolutely no pressure and all the freedom to be in your pleasure.
And…
it…
feels…
so…
gooood.
It comes again, a question, “How is the stroke or style?”
You follow the motion of their hands for a beat.
”Can you try circling in the opposite direction?”
”Yes, I’d love to,” they reply.
As they follow your feedback, your eyelids begin to flutter. It’s both arousing and relaxing in the most sensuous of ways.
After endless minutes of different things, your breath catching in some moments and deepening in others, their hands slow to another pause.
They life their hands up off of you, they click the massage oil open once again, pour it onto their hands, click shut, and spread it across their hands.
”Can I feel you?”
”Oh, absolutely,” you say.
In a reminder of every amazing step, they move their hands up your torso and then down your sides, once, twice.
”How’s the location?”
They drag their hands from your hips down your thighs to your knees, and up the inside of you. Once. Twice.
“How’s the stroke?”
One thumb and then the other oils up and presses into your groin over and over again.
”How’s the speed?”
Then your perenium receives the press as your eyes flutter into the back of your head.
”How’s the pressure?”
You feel their hands move, and then their whole hands they’re sliding down your genitals repeatedly before they rest for one, two, three long moments.
The grip, the tug, the circles, the thumbs pressing into you.
It’s sooo good.
”Are you open to being penetrated?”
!!
Now those are words I’ve never head before. And after all this, you’re definitely ready.
”Yes, please.”
With one oiled up finger, you feel them rest just outside of you.
Your body responds to the touch…at first with some surprise and then settling down. Then opening and beckoning your partner in.
With the slow, gentle, patient entering, you breath slow and curious with the sensations blooming and bursting through your body.
Each stroke, each circle, each deepening, every touch, they check in with you and your curiosity as you both follow your pleasure’s lead.
”How is stroke?” “How is the pressure?” “How is the location?” “How is the speed?”
Each question invites your mind to be involved in what your body is experiencing.
Each question begs curiosity to be a part of the process.
Each touch comes with so much presence.
Each moment healing and deep and opening so. much. pleasure.
As they begin to slow down even more, you notice they’re slowly coming out of your body.
The fullness from within that’s disappeared now flushes into a fullness all throughout your body.
One of their hands returns to cusp the space between your legs and the other presses into your chest again.
Ahhhhh
A deep sigh escapes your mouth.
”Can you cuddle with me?” you ask, as you flutter open your eyes to look at them in front of you.
They smile and chuckle warmly.
”Of course.” And they lift their hands off you so smoothly and sit back as you move your legs off of them, and they crawl up the bed to reach more of you.
