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Every proposed treatment is carried out with the utmost professionalism and seriousness, WITHOUT ANY SEXUAL PURPOSE.
The person who decides to receive one of my treatments does so in full consciousness and awareness.
The sole objective of my treatments is to enhance well-being physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually through massage that leads to a gradual awakening of one's awareness.
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Erotic Stories and Confessions from a Female Perspective
How Women Experience and Imagine Sexuality
What does a woman want to be fulfilled?
I would like to create a section dedicated to confessions, needs, desires, real or fantasy erotic stories, created by the female audience, of any kind.
If you feel like contributing to the YONI REVOLUTION by normalizing topics and concepts still considered marginal, dirty, immoral, or whatever!
Send me your reflections, your thoughts, your real or imagined or imaginary experiences, the pages of your secret erotic diary to tantradelsole@gmail.com and let's contribute to maturing, all together men and women, the collective consciousness of the sweetest and spiciest aspects of human life.
#1 The ascent of enjoyment is slow, a spiral staircase
By Marika T.
"I had been thinking about it for a long time, but I was almost ashamed of it. It was part of those thoughts belonging to the very private part of our intimacy, the one belonging to the sphere of sexual fantasies.
We rarely allow ourselves to dwell on those thoughts when it's not the right time; they are so personal and private that we don't think about them, nor do we confess them to anyone, unless we find ourselves in a state of erotic excitement: then they come out like snails on rainy days. But the desire for an erotic massage had been buzzing in my head for a long time. Who knows why the trigger went off and I decided to try. I carefully chose a person from a site who inspired trust in me and also taught me something new. I read the site so many times that I think I can recite it by heart, especially the part of the testimonials, which has a flavor of genuineness and sincerity.
I called, booked, and showed up for the appointment. I was very excited. Very. I kept thinking and imagining what would happen... but the experience I had went beyond imagination, far beyond. I realize that this story risks being full of superlatives.
He... I hardly looked at him, I was embarrassed. Is it possible that all the excitement disappeared instantly just because of the embarrassment? He led me to a room, the right size, not too big, but not small either, with low, colored lights, background music, a warm, calm, and welcoming place. Despite the embarrassment that still inhabited me, I felt at ease, because of the environment, but also because of his attitude, sweet and confident in what he said and did. I didn't know what to do, what to say, and what to expect, but he knew very well and it was enough to trust him.
He left me alone, I undressed, I lay down on the (warm!) bed face down. I slightly spread my legs and waited. The most difficult moment: you are naked on the bed and you know that a stranger will now put his hands everywhere.
He entered, I closed my eyes. I felt his warm hand on my sacrum, resting there in an already very erogenous zone for me, he kept it there for a long time, perhaps concentrating, and for me, it was like undressing again: all the fear, embarrassment, indecision, uncertainty disappeared, they melted away.
Now there was only me, my body, and someone who would stimulate it, taking me very high. He removed his hand and I felt the oil on my legs, but not only on my legs because he poured a very tangible amount between my buttocks, and a trickle ran down exciting me beyond measure. The oil was also warm, like the bed and his hands, which now massaged my legs, calves, feet, and thighs.
As he approached the intimate parts, he brushed against me, a slow and progressive approach, and in the meantime, I wanted him to touch, I wanted it so much that my legs spread imperceptibly. But then the hands arrive, so precise, so sure, on the vagina all wet with oil, they rest on the clitoris driving me crazy, tearing moans from me that I can't hold back, my clitoris so sensitive, how does he touch it like that? How does he know how to touch it? Is it possible that I let myself go so much? I can't help but moan, I'm enjoying it and I don't hold back, I lift my pelvis.
Now I desire his fingers inside, they move to the entrance and linger a bit, I move my pelvis, I seek his fingers, I want them to penetrate me and when they do, he simultaneously puts a hand underneath and stimulates my clitoris, and my vision blurs, I don't understand anything anymore, I move my pelvis, I meet his fingers.
He penetrates me strongly with determination and doesn't tire, and I enjoy letting myself go completely,
as if I were alone in the room, alone with my most private thoughts. He always knows exactly what to do, he understands even if you don't tell him.
I realize he has also penetrated my anus, but how does he do it? How many hands does he have? I love anal intercourse, I like to enjoy it like this, and now I feel completely full, I spread my legs, bend them, and lift myself a bit, exposing myself completely to his hands, until I feel the peak coming and I am overwhelmed by the convulsions of orgasm, he penetrates me a little more, feels all my contractions, my vagina sucking his fingers, then slowly stops and massages me elsewhere, helping me recover my breath, strength, and thoughts.
He massages my back, shoulders, arms, it's so pleasant, so complete. I relax, I let go. I don't have to do anything, nothing is required of me, whatever I do is always right.
He whispers in my ear that I can turn around, it gives me chills to feel his breath so close, and I gladly turn, I want to feel his hands on my hips and nipples. I feel the oil dripping on my body, warm, calm, on my legs, on my chest, and then the usual flow on my pubis and the trickle that runs down and the oil mixes with my generously abundant juices. Am I ready again?
Possible? He massages my breasts well, for a long time, squeezes the nipples, I spread my legs because I want his hands there, but he approaches slowly, makes himself desired... but then he arrives, he touches my clitoris again and I start to enjoy, then he penetrates me, this time he goes very deep, touches points I didn't know that give me intense, strong, almost painful pleasure, I lift my shoulders in enjoyment and bend my legs.
He facilitates all my movements, supports them, but moves strongly with his fingers, penetrating me with force, determination, and rhythms worthy of a sexual encounter at its peak. He places a hand on my lower abdomen, at the level of the bladder, and I feel full, like a skin about to burst, I think I could squirt and I would like to.
It doesn't happen, but the enjoyment is hard to describe: in how many ways can we women enjoy? Not all penetrations are the same, those fingers are touching a point that I don't even know where it is nor did I know it existed and they touch it so insistently that I think I'm going to explode, then the hand that was on the bladder moves closer to the clitoris and again I lose myself in the wave of pleasure, I verbalize very vulgar words because I have no taboos, no restraint, I tell him I wish he would fuck me, I want to feel his hard cock inside me and I want him to tell me I'm a slut.
I can't, nor do I want to hold back, until I reach orgasm again, I close my legs while he's still touching me and, again, he continues to penetrate me, I don't know how, but he knows I like it, after the clitoral orgasm, the penetration and he doesn't skimp, he satisfies me by prolonging the climax.
Then again legs, arms, belly, breast, we regain strength and I slowly surrender to these caresses, relaxing, satisfied, heading towards the exit from this bubble. But then I feel his hands approaching again, slowly, they investigate the clitoris, listen to see if it's ready, they touch it making me moan, the bubble closes again, we're not done yet.
Now I feel the stimulus on the clitoris very concentrated, my legs are spread and with one hand he slightly opens the labia. I feel a new sensation and I have the clear perception that he is using his tongue, yes it is certainly so because the pleasure is intense but the touch very delicate, as I like it. I slightly open my eyes and realize it's not the tongue, it's the hands and he is bent over me and focused like a restorer with a work of art, there is dedication, passion, and devotion in that pose, I close my eyes and let myself be carried away. The ascent of pleasure is slow, a spiral staircase that takes me up and each step adds pleasure.
No penetration, nothing but the sweet touch on the clitoris expertly conducted and I rise, higher and higher. Orgasms are not all the same, if you reach them slowly they can be very powerful, intense, and long-lasting. I start to tremble, I feel it approaching but I hold it back to enjoy longer, I am almost immobile but completely tense, he doesn't move, doesn't tire, he is dedicated to the care of my pleasure, until I explode in a convulsive orgasm, which he prolongs because he doesn't immediately remove his hands, but accompanies it throughout its duration giving it an exponent of pleasure, bringing the enjoyment to superlatives, then he penetrates me as always, with determination and sweetness, scaling the movement slowly and leaving me collapsed.
The rest are caresses, accompaniment to the exit, his fingers on the face, on the hair and his hand that from the forehead travels the vertical of the face, the nose, the lips, which open slightly
spontaneously, the chin, the neck, the hollow, the navel, the pubis and a finger that rests on the clitoris tearing from me a last exhausted moan."
#2 Imagining the Yoni Massage
By Vanessa Jay
...a very hot Friday in July… one of those you would spend only and exclusively on the beach, with the sea breeze caressing your hair and the possibility of swimming in the cool water until evening…
Under my cousin's umbrella, I find a women's magazine; I never read them, I'm not attracted to the thousand tips for having more beautiful skin, a firmer butt, fuller lips, it all seems invented to deceive poor women in search of male security…
I start flipping through it anyway to pass the time while biting into my juicy nectarine… and at a certain point, my eye falls on an article about tantric sex.
Of course, I know perfectly well what it is even though I have never delved much into the subject. My husband was super passionate, one of those rare men who left no escape… one of those who knew how to excite you, how to take you and how to love you. Unfortunately, since he's no longer here… I haven't found a soul like that again… I believe it doesn't exist…. Luca was special…
A small parenthesis of acute nostalgia but let's move on…. I read…. Things get interesting…. There are massages for women that lead to incredible orgasms…
And how did I not know this considering my job as a writer?? I continue reading and shortly after I pick up my phone to dig deeper and see if they really exist….
I scroll through many pages…. But finally, one opens that at first glance seems well done, not vulgar, with wonderful explanations and photos.
Raffaele, that's the name of the masseur with whom I start an email exchange for information….
I read reviews… I read a client's story…. I get dressed and go home to take a shower because I'm a bit shocked by the level of excitement that just reading has triggered in me…
I take the scooter… I get home in a few minutes… I undress to get to the bathroom and turn on the shower…. Cool… icy!
I'm under the water that seems almost stinging… it's not the water but I'm very excited, I have chills on my skin… my nipples are hard… very sensitive… and down there….. a mix of disturbing desire that I haven't felt in a long time…
I get out of the shower and wrap myself in the towel… I lie down on the sofa… open the towel and take the after-sun oil bottle… I start pouring it everywhere… on my belly, between my legs… on my vagina… between the lips…. I use my fingers dreaming they are Raffaele's… I let them slide everywhere… I desire them like never before…. I don't even know who he is, what he looks like, if he's handsome and dangerous or the exact opposite…. But now I just want his hands… I want to experience the same things I read in the stories on his page…
I reopen it…. I read a few lines… my fingers go to the swollen and eager clitoris and the first unexpected orgasm explodes…
My legs are shaking… I want more and more… I want everything… I want to surrender to the skilled hands of an unknown man but also to his mouth… to his body…
It's not possible, it's true… but in fantasy, everything is possible…. With respect, everything is done…..
I open the drawer of my desk… I take out my vibrator…. I start using it…. Outside… inside…. Wherever my body desires it…
I'm more excited than ever…. My breasts are swollen and my nipples are getting harder and more eager….. I'm completely wet and eager to explode endlessly….
#3 A day for me
By G. Milk
.... I wake up a year older, oh yes, today is my birthday... I took the day for myself, no work, no kids, no husband. Today I will take care of my body and my well-being.
After a couple of hours at the beautician for a total recovery between hands, feet, and peeling, it's finally time for the massage. It's the first time I'm going, I looked for a relaxing massage in a new center and I found a beautiful surprise: the tantra yoni massage.
I arrive in a hurry and also a little excited... even though I have informed myself, I don't know if I will be awkward or if I will freeze or if I will give up at the best moment.
He opens the door for me, the tantric masseur, a handsome guy, I'm already in a panic and I say to myself (he can't be handsome too, damn how do I do it?) he makes me comfortable in a room and tells me to wait a few minutes. A warm environment, full of incense, candles, background music.
He apologizes for the delay and makes me comfortable in the massage room, he says "undress and feel free to put everything on the chair, if it's not a problem for you, take everything off".
Oh God, this has never happened to me before... not that massage slips are granny panties, but... they make everyone feel safer, right? What do I do? I take everything off, gather my courage, and lie down.
He enters and turns on the music, the candles, and asks me if I am calm, if I am well, and then tells me to close my eyes and enjoy the massage. I start to feel his warm hands on my back, on my shoulders, on my hips, on my buttocks, hands that brush and touch my body as if they have always done so.
He uses an oil that has a light but intoxicating scent, warmed, I feel it trickle and spread on my skin. Occasionally, he lets it cascade near the sacrum... that's where he lingers, it's from there that his hands descend towards my intimacy, first lightly as if to see if they can proceed... then a nice liberating breath makes me spread my legs; a beautiful game begins, his fingers seek me and my yoni seeks them, they brush against me, touch me more and more insistently, they are on my clitoris which is throbbing both from emotion and because he is touching it like no one ever has.
I feel a warmth pervading my brain, that warmth I recognize, it's the one that precedes my orgasm.
He hears them and increases the intensity.... and I kneel on the bed... I am completely exposed and shameless... I have both of his hands now... and I explode in a shocking primordial orgasm...
I feel that this orgasm doesn't stop, so what is written about these tantra yoni massages is true, they increase and amplify... I lie down again panting and he tells me to turn around. I return to earth for a moment and remember that I am getting a massage, as much as it feels like I'm in paradise.
I feel the oil on my breasts, his skillful hands there too, I've never received such a touch on my breasts, never! My nipples are exploding…
The belly, the thighs... he returns close to my intimacy.. he feels that I still have orgasms to give... he returns with his hands and fingers... now more assertive than before... now I feel them inside me... I feel they are seeking my total well-being... I seek them too, I want them, I feel like exploding and another super powerful orgasm bursts.... I feel like I've flooded his hands with squirt, my blessed water... my breath is labored... I don't have the courage to open my eyes...
I take a few minutes... I feel him covering me with a soft cloth... I open my eyes and meet his... and he asks me "did you have a good time?" I smile at him, thank him, and tell him it was the best birthday ever...