When I studied Tantra for nine years, I was especially inspired by the concept of sacred sexuality. It's an ancient idea that is lost on many home fronts. I have found that in many ways one could learn from Tantra. It’s the idea of approaching something to worship it. Meaning that in a sense reality isn’t real. The only thing that’s real is you being where you are doing what your doing. In this case, you are worshipping Yoni.

The vagina is called yoni in Sanskrit and loosely translates to "a sacred space." In Tantra philosophy, we approach the vagina from a place of the utmost love and respect. Yoni massage is a practice intended to truly honor a woman, to give her selfless pleasure, and to explore this is the sacred side of our sexuality. This isn't about having one orgasm. It's about trying to feel more and more pleasure that will become waves of multiple orgasms throughout the massage. It can be done alone, or done by a partner, either individually or as foreplay to lovemaking.

I want to know you. I've kept these things to myself since the first time I met you . When it comes to you my thoughts transition from hand to paper. Invisible thoughts are now here for me to reflect upon as well as others. I was having one of those days until the first time i ever laid my eyes on you... You were so beautiful...

We met thru a mutual friend. Upon seeing you smile for the first time

Is when I knew I had to have you in my bed. No matter the consiquence.

All evening i tried to change my way of thinking, but i just couldnt help it. My mind drifting back to the same subject.

I was curious about your wild side; everybody has one. I think your a beautiful woman. Your smart and funny, quick witted and you possess this smile has the ability of warming the coldest of hearts. The glow surrounds you makes a man forget his name. curious about you, and have been since the first time I met you. Curious to know the look in your eyes if were able to seduce you in ways you've never been seduced before. If I were allowed to slowly undress you while feeling the softness of your skin under my hands. I want to admire your body with my eyes closed as my fingertips follow over every curve, down every line, every little ridge, dip and valley. I want to intimately know you. I want to know your hidden secrets, your most desired fantasys. I would like you to share them with with me. I find myself wondering what it would be like to stand behind you, staring into your eyes thru a mirror. My heart beating like it's going to jump right out of my chest. Carefully yet nervously unbuttoning your blouse, waiting to see the treasures that lie beneath. With the flickering of candle light dancing around the room casting the shadows of two; will you look down and smile nervously to yourself or would you stare back at me without saying a word. When I slowly slide your blouse off your shoulders, would you submit yourself to me? Would you spin around and take off my shirt? Wondering if you would stand in one place, letting our clothes pile on top of themselves; or would you move around the room leaving a trail of clothes on the floor. My fingertips tracing the contour of your breasts, my lips softly kissing your neck, just below your ear. Feeling the warmth of my breath … over your shoulder what would you do? Would you tilt your head ever so slightly back and place your hands on the counter? I can imagine you raising your hand, to touch my neck just before softly running your fingers thru my hair. wondering what your nipples look like thru the candle light. Are they big enough to cast shadows of their own? Or are they small and inviting. wondering how you would you react if I embraced each breast in a soft and slow French kiss with the tip of my tongue softly dancing around, over and under your nipple.

What would you want to do next? Would you want to lead me to the bed, or would you want to ease yourself up on the counter? Im wondering what your body language would tell me if I used my fingertips and softly worked them down the outside of your legs from your hips to your knees to your ankles and back again. Kissing you from the middle of your breasts down to the small of your tummy. Would you be vocal about it or would you silently try to breathe through broken breaths? Would you grab two handfuls of sheets and arch your back or would you place your hands on the back of my head while softly pushing down towards those warm, still swelling wet lips of yours? Would you raise your arms above your head and allow my armsto around your thighs with fingers coming together the small of your belly? Feeling the warmth of my breath laying heavily across your clit, what would be your next move in anticipation? What exactly would you do? curious to know what you taste like? Do you get wet wet or do require more tongue time? Do you even like it? What style would you prefer as there are three styles you know? What would happen if I was to manipulate the most sensitive g spots out of the 21 all women possess right about the time you reach climax? What kind of involuntary movements would your body make? Im curious to know what the sound of eroticism sounds like vocally coming from your lips. curious to know how sexually in tune your body can really become with itself. curious to know what you feel like inside. I want to know what it feels like as a head of my hard shaft slips in between those wet. soft, swollen and throbbing lips of yours. How do you move? Do you roll your hips or do you prefer to be on top? What's your favorite position? I bet I have a few you haven't tried yet. All of these things curious about. I've known you long enough. I see you as a woman, i know you as a woman, not an object. I guess you can say I've always had a thing for you. It was just never the right time or the right place.... Perhaps now is the time and this is the place. I want to know you intimately and the things we do will stay behind closed doors. wondering when was the last time somebody wanted to shave your legs or paint your toes for you? wondering when was the last time you felt this desired was? Im wondering when the last time somebody led you into waves of multiples that was beyond your control. When was the last time there was nothing you could do but sit there legs involuntary shaking while you're out of breath and exhausted? So many things to wonder about. So many things to learn. So many personal questions. Perhaps one day if lucky enough I'll have the privilege of admiring your body the way you deserve to be admired. Who ever has your attention is a very lucky man.....