And the quest for my Something More continues…
I’ve been reading Barbara Carrellas’s excellent book Urban Tantra. You may remember that I interviewed her a couple of months ago, and ever since then, I’ve been keen to delve into that world.
So when I finally got my greedy book nerd hands on a copy of her book, I delved in. Granted, with some distraction at first. I mean, who the fuck can concentrate when you’re staying in a dorm room with seventeen other people? But I digress.
Last night, I was in the middle of a marathon reading session, which included Urban Tantra. In the chapter I was reading, Barbara suggests some fun things to do to get sexual energy flowing through the body. Breathing is very important during this, and it’s something I really can not focus on during anything strenuous. But, weirdly, as I stood in the middle of my bedroom, shaking and gyrating, it felt okay.
And I actually felt… aroused.
I don’t know if it was the movements I was making, or the breaths I was taking, but it felt magnificent and weird.
The next part was a list of ideas for masturbation.
Let me tell ya… this woman has some good ideas. She suggested breathing and rocking, which involved rocking your pelvis as if you were having sex, and breathing deeply throughout. Again… surprisingly effective.
I ended up with my glass dildo inside me, and my Lady Finger on my clit. Barbara suggests that you try holding your vibrator against your dildo.
This worked. My God, did that work.
The weirdest thing happened. It was an entirely different sort of orgasm than the ones I’m used to. I could feel it floating through me, and I… I think I shook. My head spun and it felt like something lifted inside me.
All three of my orgasms were intense, and I couldn’t really move a muscle afterwards. Nor anything else. I mean it when I say that I couldn’t even speak.
I can’t put into words how good this experience felt. Even this post doesn’t do it justice. It’s definitely on a par with the out-of-body orgasm that made me cry from a few months ago, which I chose not to write about for personal reasons.
I hope I get to meet Barbara, just to tell her about all of this. I have this desire to learn more about Tantra, to delve deeper into what turns my switches. I just don’t really know what to do.
Keep breathing, I guess.