My experience with Tantric sex started one day when an ad in the local alternative newspaper caught my eye. It was eye for a massage specialist, whose niche market was in Tantric massage. Curious, I went to the internet and looked up her name and found a very well-developed and informative webpage.
There was quite a lot of information about the Eastern philosophy of Tantra, and terminologies like “Shakra” (which means the man’s penis) and “Yoni” which is a woman’s pussy. Frankly, it seemed like a bunch of mumbo-jumbo, and to be honest, I was more interested in just getting a massage with a happy ending.
There was a picture of Ariana (not her real name). She was really nice-looking, and was featured on her webpage in several outfits that showed off her ripe, beautiful body. Every picture showed her in some outfit that barely succeeded in harnessing her massive boobs, which looked to be DD-cup or better. With long, brunette spiral-permed hair and mesmerizing green eyes, she was pretty much a perfect package.
So I went to a site that featured reviews of local escorts, massage parlors and such, and found that several reviews had been written on her. All of them were VERY favorable. But one of them was very detailed.
It seems that this particular reviewer went to her to learn a technique in ejaculation control. She taught him how to have what the reviewer called “dry orgasms.” By controlling his ejaculation, he reported having repeated “dry orgasms,” before he finally let loose in the end. According to the reviewer, this was all done by manipulating the pelvic floor muscles, which serves to choke off the ejaculation mechanism. I went back to her website and found the teaching of this technique on her list of services. She said it required a minimum two-hour booking.
“Interesting,” I thought. I dialed her number.