My Temple Sister and I met up for brunch this morning. We answered calls while we ate and talked shop and drank smoothies at the cafe trying to be inconspicuous with our clients over the phone. By noon I already had three sessions booked. Rushing back to the Temple we both dive into our rooms and start getting ready for the Friday run. I have fifteen minutes to get showered and ready for my ninety minute Tantra client. After six years I’ve gotten pretty good at this.

Depok is a “virgin”, or a new comer to the erotic arts industry. He’s never had a sensual massage before, let alone studied Tantra with a Dakini. He’s handsome, Indian, and appears to be about my age with a dapper London accent. I’m gaga for British accents. This one has instantly won me over. These newbies have no idea what to do with the customary formalities in the beginning, so I narrate our whole exchange with a flight stewardess’ charm. Depok is very nervous, which I think is very cute, blushing at me when our brown eyes meet. He’s not here with a raging hard on thinking that he might get to get it on in our session like some of the guys on their first time in. This man really has no idea what he is in store for, but I can sense his intentions to study the art of sacred loving is true. This lights me up.
I am honored to be his guide, to gently place his hands on my knees while we sit cross-legged together on the massage table. We have dialogue about my practice of Tantra and how he can incorporate this experience immediately into his life. Here I get to gently guide Depok into an embrace of which he nervously accepts, still not sure how he feels to suddenly be this close to a woman he just met. I always feel more open to sharing intimacy with my clients when they don’t just grab and go for my titties without asking permission. This guy was nervous to even hold my hand sitting here nearly naked, me in my silk robe and lace g-string and he with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Once we drop into breathing together, check to check instead of eye to eye, he relaxes into it and starts feeling his sexual energy rise. Some people really freak out when I make them engage with my direct eye contact. When I look into their soul they cannot hide. He takes my guidance well at this point, which allows me to really get on a roll with the downloads about moving sexual energy with breath and having rip roaring orgasms without ever spilling their seed. I am still flabbergasted that 4/5 men who come to me for Tantra sessions never even heard of the idea of non-ejaculatory orgasms.
Depok takes onto moving Tantric energy naturally. Once I get him face down on the table, he continues to breath through the entire massage. When my clients embrace the breathwork I teach them at the beginning of the session, combined with my magical touch, eyes closed in their own world on the table, they move into a trance state. I could feel him dropping deeper and deeper into the energy, which inspired me offer more and more love and presence to my touch.
It got to the point where when I lightly brushed my fingers near his genital zone he would naturally take a deep breath in and pull the energy up into his upper chakra centers, exhaling with ecstasy, without any guidance. I flipped him over, could have used a spatula he was so tender and relaxed. He engaged my eyes as I continued to breathe audibly so he would follow my suggestive flow of energy. His eyes were brimming with awe.
I ask permission if I can touch his sex. Its time for the moment they all wait for. “Yes, thank you,” he says, “I’m ready.” His voice was so soft, so sweet, whispering as if he was afraid if he spoke any longer it would break the magic.
For a moment we were both holding our breath. The tension in the air was audible and excited. I climb down to the end of the table, in between the length of his legs, and bend over into devotion pose. I am bowing to his lingham, his holy wand of light, the staff of Shiva, his beautiful dark cock laying on his belly hidden under the foreskin. He looks like a God to me.
I take in a deep breath of reverence to the divine masculine, praying through this man on the table. And here comes my true gift. I surrender my energy into divine love, the kind of energy you would feel when totally in love with someone special. A force outside of myself comes through in these moments. It is pure divine grace, ecstasy, surrendering into bliss. I can feel the divine feminine christ consciousness energy running through me. Its my spiritual practice.
There’s no better way I can explain it. After being raised as a Catholic I became a New Ager and now a Tantric. I hope you follow my language. I’m attempting to describe the indescribable here.
I am bowing down in between his legs and consciously radiating this life force energy into his being, charging him up. He is breathing this in, convulsing with delicious kundalini shivers. He gets it. He received the transmission. I am speaking in tongues at this point, the serpent language, channeling ancient prayers from times beyond time. The more he opens to the energy the stronger it gets. This is Tantra in action. Our hearts are open in ecstasy.
I move slowly and lay my hands ever so gently on his slightly limp cock. He was having full body orgasmic jolts simply laying there on the table and he wasn’t even hard. It wasn’t about the sex. Its about the fluid energy exchange. His cock felt divine in my hands as I was channeling reiki energy into his wand. It started to grow hard, pulsating in my hand.
Then something amazing happened. After working his wand for nearly five minutes, this newbie had a full on Tantric non-ejaculatory orgasm. He came without coming and still had a massive erection. And now, unfortunately, our time was about up. In special situations like this session, where my client is making so much progress, and I enjoy their energy, I don’t let clocks or money stand in the way of prolonging the session beyond his purchased time. But I have client number two coming in twenty minutes. This was a crucial moment. In ninety minutes Depok reached a goal that most men take months working with me to attain. Yet he was really confused because he still felt like he needed to come.
I asked him to tune in and take note of how his energy and body felt in this moment. He described it to me: “Super charged with vitality, awake, aware, empowered, tingly, intoxicated… and still horny.” He was ashamed by the last observation. This is what happens when you recirculate and retain the sexual chi that is normally lost during ejaculation, you feel pumped up instead of drained. Unfortunately men are so deeply programed that they must ejaculate to feel relieved at the end of a sexual encounter that Depok couldn’t face walking out of our session with all this sexual chi on board. Embarrassed, he asked for a release.
I wanted to give him one more chance to reconsider, explaining how he can utilize this energy and channel it into his work, his joy, his art, his relationships. Here is my instant Tantric superstar student and he wants to throw his education away. I did not judge him for his decision to come before he left, I know what it feels like to walk around all day with a hard on and unquenchable arousal. Honoring his request I proceeded to do the deed.
In two minutes he ejaculated in my hand and we both witnessed his energy drain like a flat tire with a quick leak. But he was relaxed, and relieved. There was a deep sadness I could see in his eyes after he came. I assured him that he did fantastic and I would love to see him again, giving him the Temple password. Depok is now officially initiated into the Temple. He was authentically grateful for my time and energy on the way out the door.
I never did see Depok again. But at least I got to pop his Tantric cherry.

xox ~miss scarlet

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Miss Scarlet is a Sensual Diva and retired Tantric Bodyworker dedicated to bringing the sexy back to love, relationships and spiritual growth through tongue in cheek humor, informative media and shattering shame around the exploration of intimacy in our modern culture. She shares an intriguing uninhibited expose of the sacred erotic healing arts industry through the pages of her secret diary based on six years experience working as a professional Tantrica. Scarlet offers coaching, online courses, blogs, speaking engagements and is due to publish her first novel in 2011.