by Liv Morris
I position myself next to the wedge pillow on the floor mat and wait for their arrival in my office. It’s taking them some time to make their way to me and I’m beginning to wonder if they’re having second thoughts. I wonder if all the bravado in the hallway was just that—talk.
My concerns are laid aside as they enter through the double doors to my office. Dressed in the black silk robes I left on the guest bed, their belts are secured loosely at their waists. Lily’s robe hangs from her shoulders and is likely two sizes too big for her petite frame. I think she’s even smaller than me.
Lily glances around the room, her eyes darting to the flickering candles, the tapestry covered walls, and finally resting on me kneeling in front of her. It’s Lily’s first time in my office, and I can tell she’s impressed from the look on her face.
“Welcome, Lily.” I smile at her while she returns my greeting with an inquisitive look. I don’t think the room was what she expected. “Come over to the mat and sit down with me.”
Ross takes hold of Lily’s hand and they walk in unison across the scattered rugs to me. A sense of relief washes over me when I see Lily smiling my way. I believe she’s absorbed her surroundings, and hopefully she’s letting the sensuous atmosphere calm her nerves. Regardless, I know I must tread lightly in my approach with her if she’s going to benefit fully from our time today.
Lily kneels next to me with our knees almost touching. I lightly caress her arm, trying to comfort and reassure her that I’m on her team of sexual discovery.
“Since you’ve seen a Yoni massage on DVD, you have a pretty good idea what you’re going to be attempting.” I catch Lily’s attention and address her next. “Leave your robe on, Lily, and lie back with your upper body against the wedge pillow.”
Lily maneuvers herself to the pillow and reclines against the soft cushion. Shifting from side to side, she settles herself in place and adjusts the front of her robe, making sure its length covers her sex. A sign for me to gingerly ease into nudity with her.
“I’m going to sit behind you on the pillow, Lily. I’d like to stay out of your peripheral vision and place the focus on you and Ross.” Lily lets out a sigh of relief. Her earlier show of bravery has definitely worn off. I wonder how long I’ll actually stay with them.
“Lily, you’ll need to part your legs.” She moves her legs apart as asked, keeping her hands relaxed at her sides. “Now, Ross, move between her extended legs with your knees touching the middle of her inner thighs.”
“You’re in the perfect position to start the massage.” Ross rubs his hands over his robe-covered thighs. I sense his anxiousness to start, so I deliberately slow the pace. We will not be rushed today.
“I’ll be gently coaching you two.” I set my voice to where it’s just above a whisper. “Before you begin touching, you’re going to focus on breathing and eye contact.”
Ross and Lily center on each other. “Focus on keeping this gaze the entire time.”
The look Ross is giving Lily intensifies and turns into a smoldering gaze of need. A red-hot sexual energy begins to charge between them. I discreetly raise the volume of the music a notch or two with the remote I’ve kept close at my side. The gentle tempo of the song adds to the feeling of sex in the air.
“Take deep breaths in sync.” My command is whispered but heard as they comply and take deep breaths together. “Deeper and slower now.”
After a minute or two, I notice Lily’s shoulders have drooped in a relaxed state and are no longer holding tension and excess energy. She appears calm, so I decide to move to the next step. Touching.
“Starting at Lily’s forehead, begin.” I give Ross the directive to commence the Yoni at Lily’s Fourth Chakra, or the third eye. He delicately traces his fingers across Lily’s face. Focusing on this area will help calm her mind and get her body ready to fully receive and focus on Ross’s touch as he continues the massage.
Her body visibly responds to his touch as her nipples protrude against the silk of her robe. I can barely see Lily’s lashes over the inclined pillow, but I notice them starting to flutter. “Eyes stay open and on one another.” I reiterate the need for eye contact in a soft whisper.
Ross continues to caress Lily’s body with his hands, lingering on her shoulders with the tips of his fingers gliding across the shiny black robe. I decide it’s better for her to stay clothed at this point. No need to rush.
With gentle, up and down motions, Ross’s hands sweep the length of Lily’s arms. He stops at her upraised palms to delicately outline the creases lying within. A slight moan escapes Lily’s lips.
I smile to myself, knowing how many nerve endings make up the erogenous zones that are littered across the skin. Many of them in the most unlikely places, too. Before Tantra, Lily most likely never thought she’d feel a clenching low in her belly from being touched on her palm’s lifeline. But I saw her squeeze her thighs as Ross’s fingers traced over her sensitive skin.
From where I’m kneeling, it appears Ross doesn’t need much coaching from me on this massage any longer. It’s apparent he’s read the material on the practice of the Yoni massage since he’s now shifted his hands to her Fourth Chakra, the chest area right above the space between her breasts. His fingers remain on this exposed area, making small circles that extend almost to her collarbone.
Lily’s skin is still covered by the robe’s shiny silk as Ross skates over the fabric near her firm breasts on each pass of his circles. Impatient for his direct touch, Lily squirms in hopes of eliciting some contact with her nipples. Wisely, Ross catches on to Lily’s desires and keeps his fingers away from them. The words rush and hurried are forbidden in Tantra, and Ross knows this from my earlier teachings.
Slowly, Ross drags his index finger from the exposed skin over Lily’s heart to the knot in the belt of her robe. He repeats the seductive trail he made while easing his finger under the knot. Lily reacts to his teasing by widening the stance of her legs, welcoming him to move closer.
The responsive gesture shows Lily opening herself up and giving into the feelings being released inside of her. Each touch triggers more pleasure; eventually they will combine and build together to give her a tantric high, leaving her feeling nothing but sensation. Everything else around her will fade away in a blur. Ross’s patient and soft lover’s touch will overpower her other senses.
While keeping his focus on Lily, Ross lowers himself over her breast and eases closer to her aroused nipple. Through the silk, he draws it into his mouth, causing Lily to arch her back and moan. As quickly as he surrounded her, he removes his lips and pulls away. Eager for more, Lily spreads her legs further in an eager invitation of submissiveness. I can barely see the exposed top of her pubic bone as the robe’s front edges separate. The interaction between them skyrockets. Lily confirms the sexual charge in the air by writhing as if she can hardly contain the pleasure exploding within her.
Ross looks up quickly, and his eyes dart from mine to the belt of Lily’s robe. I believe he’s trying to tell me what is possibly his next move, but I can sense a bit of hesitancy to pull open the belt and completely expose his wife in front of me. At this point, I think Lily’s sufficiently lost in sensations and will likely yank the robe apart if he doesn’t. I can tell she’s ready for more as she moans softly.
I nod and it’s the green light he seeks to proceed. Ross fingers the knot as he stares into Lily’s eyes. She’s practically panting now and shows no sign of stopping him. My presence is the last thing on her mind. She wants more of Ross’s hands and fingers exploring her body and easing the ache within.
As I observe Lily and Ross, I realize for the first time that I actually wish I was the client in front of me. Maybe it’s the intensity of the tantric massage, but I almost want to join in. It would be highly unethical and something I’d never do, but dammit, I’m so turned on watching Ross pleasure Lily
Perhaps it’s time to cave in to my mother’s demands to find the perfect man for me. How b
ad could a date or two be? I just need a little scratch to make this sexual itch go away. One night spent being touched by the rough hands of a real man. Add a willing tongue and a well-endowed...
Startled by my wayward thoughts, I stop my sex-starved mind from wandering down the street to the nearest bar in hopes of a hookup. Though my body isn’t cooperating, I try to refocus on the scene in front of me.
I realize that as I daydreamed, Ross began removing the robe from Lily’s petite body. Brushing the soft material from her shoulders and arms, she’s now completely exposed. The velvety black silk lies in ripples underneath her, a shadowbox of contrast to her pale and luminous skin.
She’s beautiful. Smaller but firm, her pert breasts thrust upward as she arches her back. Ross brings his hand back above her breast and trails his fingers downward to tease her nipples with a light touch. The movement has me biting my own lip to keep from moaning along with Lily. The sexual charge between them is making it difficult for me to stay professional.
Ross continues his caressing down to the juncture of her thighs and then separates his hands and lets each one travel down her legs. He keeps his fingers on the outside of her thighs, curving them under each knee—a forgotten pleasure. Lily shows how hard she’s containing herself by gripping the edge of the wedge pillow.
Tantra is about prolonging and heightening the sexual experience, but I fear Lily will detonate the instant Ross touches anywhere near her clit. I hope he realizes this likelihood and delays his direct touch there. If he does, she’ll likely experience the orgasm of her life. Lucky woman.
Ross slowly continues to ease his fingers down her legs. He circles her ankles delicately. With one hand he encloses her ankle, lifts it to his lips, and begins placing light kisses on the inside of her calves. Making his way up to her knee, he licks the underside at the speed of dripping honey. He somehow manages to keep his eyes trained on Lily even while they glaze over with desire.
Turning her leg away from him, Ross makes his way up her inner thigh. His nibble-like kisses are making Lily a twisting hot mess. Could she even orgasm without his direct touch? It’s not uncommon in Tantra, but I hope she waits until either his fingers or mouth touch her clit. The feeling will be even greater for her.
As Ross nears the apex of her spread legs, he looks up at me and then focuses on the bottle of body oil next to my legs. I get his message loud and clear. The time has arrived for the central aspect of the Yoni massage.
I grab the bottle off the warming plate. Nothing worse than body oil cooler than one’s body temperature. Ross takes the warm bottle from my hand and returns his focus back to Lily. Her body is still and tense, waiting and anticipating his next move.
Ross tips the bottle and starts to let a small stream of oil fall upon Lily’s inner thighs, each toned leg getting a light coating of the warmed oil. Next he leans forward and kisses the area right above her clit, a true sign he worships her body.
After sitting back up, Ross begins to rub the oil against her skin, starting close to her knees and gingerly working his way up her inner things. The lines of oil are dripping as they run down the curve of her thigh, but Ross catches them, and Lily’s skin begins to shimmer in the dancing candlelight.
Ross places his slick hands on the outer lips of her sex. He skates up and down, never touching her inner folds but making sure he caresses the intersection of her legs and body, an area tender and sensitive to the touch.
Lily tries to move her legs together, needing to relieve the sexual tension. Ross is on to her sneaky moves and pushes against her attempt. There is no escaping his slow and lingering assault. She has become his willing captive.
“Ross, Ross.” Lily breathes his name—her first words since the massage began. The only other sounds are her soft moans and hums of pleasure.
Over and over, Ross rubs and massages the bare skin of her sex. His touch circles from the top of her mound down the sides of her outer core. He leaves her inner folds untouched, but each pass of his fingers gets closer to her clit.
Following the teaching of the Yoni massage, Ross deliberately prolongs Lily’s need for release from the sexual build-up she’s experiencing.
Lily starts to shake, and I wonder what's happening to her. Since she’s facing away from me, I can’t see her face. But it doesn’t take long for me to realize she’s actually crying. Tears of healing. A common occurrence with deep and intensive tantric sex. I can’t suppress a sense of satisfaction knowing this special touch of Tantra has worked its way into her soul, exposing and healing scarred emotions she likely didn’t know were there.
Ross appears concerned with the tears Lily is shedding. His eyebrows knit together in worry as he glances up at me, asking for unspoken advice on how to proceed from here. I mouth for him to keep going and circle my forefingers in the air in a sign to continue. He heeds my coaching, continuing to move his fingers over her sex. However, he brings his hand to her cheek and wipes away a few tears, acknowledging the agony her soul is experiencing.
Lily leans into Ross’s hand and kisses his fingers. Nothing stops the tenderness between them as Lily’s tears subside, and once again Ross focuses on caressing her intimately.
“Breathe together. Again,” I whisper, my words blending around the beat of the music.
After several minutes with no sign of more tears, their coordinated breathing and centered eye contact draws them together once again. Any remnants of the tears Lily shed today are consumed with the passion Ross shows her as he administers his gentle touch over and over again. The oil glistens with her body heat and the friction of his motions.
He glides his fingers lower and turns the palm on his right hand up, and I know he’s close to the last step in the Yoni massage. Ross uses his left fingers to open up her sex to him. Even from my vantage point, I can see she’s wet and ready, dripping with need. As he begins to touch inside her, he smartly avoids her clit. She fidgets and bucks her hips, but Ross lays a hand on her thigh and helps to still her movements.
Lily begins to make whimpering sounds, and much to my happiness as their coach, Ross tries to soothe her with hushing sounds.
Moving forward to Lily, I speak softly into her ear. “Focus on his fingers, Lily. Absorb the sensations.”
She follows my instructions and quiets her body. Ross moves his curved fingers in and out of her opening. The feeling is likely to be driving Lily to her breaking point as he touches and massages her G-spot. Ross moves his left hand upward, across her hip, inching over the soft curves of her stomach and finding her breast.
Ross squeezes Lily’s aroused nipple. He tugs and elongates it as she arches her back. He’s moving faster, but it’s their first time at this massage, and I can tell the sensations for them are reaching a critical level.
Glancing down at her sex, Ross uses his thumb to massage her insides and presses it against her clit. With small circling movements, Lily ignites. Her legs shake far beyond the point of a slight tremble as her entire body tenses. Her cries of pleasure border on agony as she comes completely undone.
Nearing the top of her orgasmic mountain, Lily arches her back almost off the wedge pillow. I hold my breath and try to calm my own arousal while witnessing one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever seen a woman have. The effects continue to roll through her body like waves, starting low at her hips and ending at her lips with a ferocious scream.
In a frantic hurry, Lily grabs for Ross as she descends from the high of her Tantra-induced orgasm. He collapses on her, kissing her face, neck, and down to her breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth.
He thrusts his hips forward as he moves between Lily’s spread thighs. Lily brings her ankles together behind Ross’s backside and joins the motion with every push. Ross awkwardly rises up on one hand, and I know what is likely to follow as he peels off his silk robe. Now that they're completely uncovered, I decide to exit stage left and flee out the door. My departure goes unnoticed by the two oblivious lovers ascend
ing together toward the peak of tantric bliss.
Once I’m out of my office, I lean against a wall in the hallway. I’ve shuffled a few feet away from the door to try and respect their privacy even though I’m still able to hear the sounds of passion coming through the wall. There’s no doubt I’m happy for them, but at the same time, I’m feeling a little frustrated about the lack of real sex in my life.
Here I am, a teacher of tantric sex who passionately teaches clients how to experience sex in the most blissful manner possible, and I’ve been stuck in a sexual desert for two years. Since the passing of my husband, Jean-Paul, I haven't been ready to fully give myself to another man. Sure, I’ve practiced Tantra for a couple of years and participated in countless sessions where things got close to the edge. But I’ve never been fully fucked by anyone in a session before.
Tantra opened a path of healing for me after Jean-Paul’s passing. I was dead inside with a grief-filled heart. I want to share how Tantra can bring others closer to their lovers and possibly heal them in the process like it has for me.
It's odd, being unable to completely express myself sexually with a partner. I haven’t found a man who turns my insides to molten lava, a burning desire where I am scorching with need and have to consume him or I’ll die. I experienced this with Jean-Paul, and until I find another lover who inspires a similar type of passion, I’d rather just abstain. It’s the difference between champagne and moonshine to me. I’ll wait for the really good stuff.
Chapter 3