A Tantric Sex Experience

A Tantric Sex Experience When I was between marriages and girlfriends were non-existent, I ran across a site online that was local to my area (Los Angeles) and it had advertisements from women available for just about anything you wanted to do. I was always surprised that the site wasn’t shut down. I know it was around for several more years after I first found it but now I’ve forgotten the name of it so I don’t know if it’s still live or not. One ad caught my eye and it was for two women who performed Tantric sex. They had a whole menu of items that they performed. You had to call to get a price. They also listed that they had taken courses in Tantric procedures. I found two things that really interested me. One was a prostate massage and the other was an extended orgasm all combined with a Tantric massage. All the text in the ad used terms from the Kama Sutra. I called the number listed and the price for both was $300. This was a few years ago so in today’s dollars it would be quite a bit more. At the time I had a lot of spendable income so I went for it. She gave me an address which was in Santa Monica. I arrived there about 3 pm in the afternoon. The address was an apartment complex which kind of surprised me. I’m not sure what I expected but it wasn’t that. The specific apartment was a ground floor unit. I knocked on the door and a fairly attractive women in her early twenties answered the door. She informed me that the girl who would be providing my massage had not arrived yet and I could wait in the living room as she was with another customer. She was dressed in only what could be described as an “I Dream of Jeannie” outfit. Very colorful flowing pantaloons and a bodice arrangement with lots of cleavage. The apartment was all dressed out with gauzy curtains and other decorations right out of a Sinbad movie. I really can’t describe it too well, but they also had incense burning. The whole thing was designed to carry out the Kama Sutra theme. I actually had to wait quite a while before my gal turned up. About a half hour. Then she came bursting through the front door full of apologies for being so late. Believe me, the wait was worth it. She was drop dead beautiful. She was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and asked me to wait a few minutes while she changed into her costume. By now I was guessing that these two girls were a couple of college co-eds working their way through school. In just the short conversation we had I realized she was a very intelligent, refined gal. Frankly, I was somewhat surprised that someone of her caliber was earning money in the sex trade. She came out in her Arabian nights costume looking like a million bucks and took me into one of the bedrooms which was also completely decorated to carry through the Scheherazade theme. In the middle of the room was a massage table. She asked me to get fully undressed which I did and climbed onto the table. She did the usual draping of a small towel across my butt. She proceeded to start massaging me which went on for quite a while having me turn over at one point with my obvious erection fully on display. Since part of my treatment was an “extended orgasm” I assumed that exposing my erect penis was no big deal. By now the towel had been dispensed with. At this point she informed me that she had neglected to bring her rubber gloves so no prostate massage would be provided, but that she was going to give me the extended orgasm. All of this was accompanied by a lot of Kama Sutra mumbo jumbo while she stroked my cock. She managed to jack me off for a good thirty minutes seeming to know when to slack off to keep me from cumming. Sometimes I had to give her a bit of a warning because, up to a point, I wanted it to last. As I am sure you can imagine, having a beautiful woman, who was a complete stranger, working my cock in an almost worshipful manner for an extended period of time was my idea of heaven. Finally, I could hold back no longer and blasted off a major cumshot spraying my juice all over my belly. She did an excellent job of staying with it, jacking my cock with a lot of energy while the cum was shooting out and even continued until I had to beg her to stop. She took a warm wet washcloth and cleaned me up very efficiently and actually commented about what she described as “a lot of cum.” As I climbed off the table, she put her arms around me and gave me a really nice kiss on the lips. This was totally unexpected and a nice bonus. I had already paid the first girl when I had arrived, and my gal was going to refund me $100 because the prostate massage was not performed. I told her to keep it as a tip. I neglected to mention that at no time did she remove any of her costume. She kept what was obviously a beautiful pair of breasts fully covered although a tantalizing amount was visible.  Despite this being an outstanding experience, I never went back. Mainly because it was a bit pricey and in the meantime I had found a local massage parlor where I could get handjobs, blowjobs, or even a great fuck, at much more reasonable prices. I did go back to the website and found an ad for a couple who provided massages on an outcall basis. I thought that would be an interesting experience. I had just begun to dabble in some M2M stuff and thought this could be a possible fun deal. I did get a really nice handjob from the gal while I sucked the guy’s cock. I later cut him out of the deal and began to see the gal on a regular basis for free. But that’s another whole story. But hooking up with her put an end of my visting massage parlors. We are still together 14 years later.  ############