Joel invited me over for a “special evening for a special lady” this past weekend. I was expecting something similar to the more usual quick phone sex that I generally have. But Joel really did have something in mind that was more special – tantra.
It was my first experience with it. He’d apparently set up his whole living room for love. The couches were pulled against the walls, and there in the middle of the floor was an area full of rugs and pillows. Next to the pillows was a pallet, or maybe it was a futon mattress, but it looked flat and comfortable. There were candles set up, which he lit when we entered the room. Soft jazz was playing, and there was a faint hint of cinnamon and spice hanging in the air.
The night was amazing. We started slow – kissing, touching, but not in a crude way. The way Joel guided me, it was almost a dance. After a half hour of teasing and learning each other’s bodies just with the tips of our fingers, he took me by the hand and led me over to the pallet. There, he very carefully removed every piece of my clothing as well as his, and had me lay down on the soft mat. There, he took some oil that had been warming slowly and began massaging me all over, from tip to toe, skipping nothing, and I mean nothing. It felt amazing.
Once I was all oily and slippery, he laid his bare body down next to me and began kissing me all over. When he slipped his cock into me, I barely noticed, but it felt so natural and good.
We fucked. Slowly and deeply and good, for hours. We stayed on the pallet for a while, then moved to the pillows. We concentrated on making each other feel good and didn’t worry about cumming. When we did, it was great, but mostly we just rode a wave of pleasure that lasted all day. We paused periodically to eat and drink, quaffing lots and lots of water, but otherwise we barely paused in our love making. It opened up my eyes to a whole new type of lovemaking that was extremely fun very worth it.