My one and only experience with a Tantric orgasm. I think.
Once I had a brief fling with a younger woman. She was at my place one night. She didn’t want sex right then, but I was feeling pretty randy. She soon had me naked and laying on the floor while she stroked my hard cock. She kept her clothes on.
My apartment had a narrow floor-to-ceiling window, maybe two feet wide, that looked out onto the parking lot. The view was partially obscured by a bush just outside.
As she stroked me, I could see the headlights of a car arriving. The car stopped right outside. My girlfriend kept stroking. The people got out of their car — two women, by the voices — and walked past the window, but as they did, their conversation stopped. A few steps later, they laughed.
My girlfriend’s hand on my dick had become more insistent. I let out a yell. This was a toe-curling moment. Very powerful. But, oddly, there was no ejaculate. I had been reading about tantric sex and started to realize that maybe what I’d had was an orgasm without ejaculate, something tantric practitioners claim happens for them all the time. While they talked about continuing to have sex for hours, my dick was too sensitive to do more. And while I felt just as spent as I would from a wet orgasm, I still missed the sticky mess.
She had to leave. I didn’t bother getting dressed as I kissed her goodbye at the door. After she left, I stayed naked and soon had my right hand wrapped around my cock and was stroking it furiously. I came again in minutes and this time there was a big mess to clean up.
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