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- 1-The Erogenous Zone
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The Enousnous Zone
By Sakata Ri Houjun
Warning: Though not lemon, the content is
graphic to a point. This was based off an article I read about Tantra seminars.
~***~
I admit it. I think I'm good in bed. I have what
it takes and there's almost nothing I won't try. But after receiving my
birthday present from my best friend, Nuriko, I suddenly found myself turning
into a nervous wreck.
The violet-haired cross dresser had been my
closest friend throughout my life, ever since the both of us were ostracized in
high school as outcasts, him for his flamboyant personality, me for my
disfigurement. He was always there for me with a smile and a quart of ice cream
whenever I felt down. I would often tell him my deepest secrets as though he
were more my sister than my best friend. He helped me through the breakup of my
childhood sweetheart, Kouran, the one girl who looked past my scarred face, but
not past my tendencies.
What hurt worse with Kouran was that after
she found out I was bi, she believed in the years we had been sleeping
together, I was also sleeping with Nuriko. She wouldn't accept the fact that he
and I were only friends; but then again, I knew she was a homophobe going into
our relationship.
That didn't stop Nuri from trying to fix me
up with that girl or this guy, though. He was so relaxed, open-minded, and uninhibited
that he figured it would be enough to attract my perfect partner. You have to
give him bonus points for enthusiasm despite all the failed and disastrous
dates I've been on. Well what can you expect from a man who changes lovers
quicker than he changes eyeliner. Still his drive is undaunted.
Recently, Nuriko's been going on and on about
this wonderful new workshop that his current lover got him into. One that he's
been trying unsuccessfully to drag me to. That is until I opened my birthday
card and found my surprise...
A free night session in an unadulterated
tantra workshop.
I should explain: Tantra is an ancient,
religious Indian philosophy, which is based on the principle that sexual energy
is divine. It's about using breath and meditation to pull energy from your
*ahem* genital area into your awareness. Basically turning your whole body into
an erogenous zone.
Once a month, a raven-haired goddess with big
dark lips who goes by the name of Soi, and her partner, Tomo, host a tantra
workshop and "play session" in their huge loft. And according to
Nuriko's present, next Thursday night will be my foray into the pseudo-underground
world, where artists, doctors, bankers, lawyers, and writers gather to, as
Nuriko says, "cultivate and celebrate their erotic spirit."
At first I tried to turn down my friend's
offer. There was no way I was going to spend an evening naked with a bunch of
strange new-age fanatics. Suzaku knows I've been listening to my outspoken
friend rant continuously about how it stimulates your body, transforming your
performance in bed. I think that if I should become a monk, then perhaps that
might stifle Nuriko's enthusiasm. Then again, he would do his damnest to find a
loophole so I could get laid.
It was then that I notice a note at the
bottom of my invitation. In order to partake in the class, I needed a mate.
Yes, an escape clause!
No, damn. Underneath that was a phone
number...a potential partner. Trust Nuriko to cover his bases to get me where
he wants me.
A week before the event, and I have to meet
another blind date. Only this one I'm going to have to get intimate with. I'm
sure the gods are laughing at me.
I call the number provided, dreading to find
out if this person listed, Tasuki, is as bad as the rest of the men and women
Nuri's tried to set me up with. My cross-dressing friend has an eye for looks,
but for personality...he lacks judgment. As the phone rings in my ear, I can
only shudder at what I would be forced to endure next week.
"Hello?"
I find myself silenced by that deep, sexy
voice. My mouth opening and closing before I finally squeak out a return
greeting.
"Hi."
There's a short pause, then a rich melodious
laugh fills my ears, sending a rushing warmth through my body. "This must
be Chichiri. Nuriko told me that you'd call."
I can only blink at that. "Um, that'd be
me."
He laughs again, the sound making me feel as
though his hands are caressing me right now. Is that even possible? "Don't
worry, I promise to be gentle with you as it's your first time. I've been doing
this tantra thing for years, ever since my ex got me into it."
"Y-years?" I squeak out, my eye
going wide. This was starting to sound like a cult. What was I getting into?
"I think your being confident enough to
do this with a stranger is really cool. If you're ever uncomfortable, just let
me know. Things can get kinda intense."
His words remind me of all the times Nuriko
actually indulged on the details of his attendances. Soi's soirees are
sensually charged. They start with instructional tips about breathing,
meditation, and movement. Then, after the "class", she invites
everyone to stay and test out their newfound skills. Naked.
My sweet Suzaku, what have I gotten myself
into?
*~~~*
Despite my inhibitions about the evening, I
decided to dress accordingly, choosing a loose pair of drawstring pants colored
a rich brown, and a cream-colored shirt. I left the top two buttons undone at
Nuriko's insistence and donned a pair of sandals to complete the ensemble. My
long hair was tied back, bangs curtaining my scar. The violet-haired queen who
got me into this mess and his current lover, a blue-eyed youth he picked up
from the club two months ago who went by the name of Amiboshi, escort me into
the loft.
I am intoxicated by the scent of sage. Velvet
pillows are strewn across the floor, Indian saris double as drapes, candles
flicker, the exotic sounds of tabla drums purr from the speakers. The ambience
alone is a turn-on, and I find myself anticipating Tasuki's arrival.
Admittedly, I half-expected to see nothing
but hippies with henna painted up their arms and pierced, tattoo-clad deviants.
But as it turns out, the class is made up of all good-looking and seemingly
normal people. Everyone is friendly and seems refreshingly open to me, despite
my appearance.
At last, Tasuki arrives.
The 21-year-old painter meets my shocked
expression with an easy-going smile, his piercing eyes a golden color I have
never seen before. He brushes aside the untamed red hair, salient muscles rippling
beneath his tight green shirt at the movement. The younger man moves with the
grace of a wild beast as he slides up towards me, slipping off his backpack and
dropping it to the floor to place his hand at tmallmall of my back in greeting,
leaning in close.
"Pleasure to finally meet you," he
whispers seductively.
I can't help but be attracted to his soothing
personality and dead-on eye contact.
The class starts with some guided moving
meditation, which is basically dancing with our partners. Soi turns up the
music and instructs us to let the beat take over and communicate without words
to let your mate know that you are happy to see him or her.
Nuriko immediately begins to move in synch
with Amiboshi, like a pair of old pros. I'm so nervous, my limbs are rigid. But
Tasuki slithers seductively. He winks at me.
"Let your shoulders say hello,"
Tomo says, giving us a cue. I slowly move mine in circles, one at a time.
Tasuki follows my motion so that we're moving in unison. He smells amazing. His
shirt moves with his body as though it was a second skin, fully revealing the
shape of his torso.
"Let your hips say hello," Tomo
pants. Tasuki puts his hands on my hips as we gyrate together smoothly. I bite
my lower lip and feel my skin become flushed and hot. For twenty more minutes,
we let our knees, butts, and feet say hello. The more we dance, the more
relaxed I feel.
The eye contact we've been instructed to maintain
is piercingly erotic. I wonder if my redheaded partner can hear the thud of my
heart. We're not supposed to talk, but he mouths, "You're so sexy." I
blush.
Next, we sit on the floor and practice
special breathing techniques. We are taught Kundalini-yoga breath work: short
and quick inhaling and exhaling through the nose. It's supposed to increase
your blood flow. Who knows if it does? I'm too busy worrying I'll shoot out a
booger.
Now, as we meditate, Soi asks us to think
about what we want from the night. But I can only think about Tasuki and what
might happen between us. Does he expect us to get naked? Will I get naked? Am I
supposed to sleep with him? Will everyone else have sex? Is there protection?
Will Nuriko ever let me live this down?
My thoughts are interrupted when Soi and
Tomo, fully clothed, begin demonstrating several sex poses. They explain how
syncing our breathing with our mates' will enhance closeness during foreplay
and intercourse. Tasuki and I sit face-to-face, chests pressed together. We
lock our heels behind each other's waists and lean back while clasping each
other's wrists. We're told to inhale as we rear away from each other, and then
exhale as he flow back together.
I feel my blood pulsing from my heart down my
torso, through my arms, passing through his, and returning to my heart. It's as
if his body and breath are penetrating my being, as if we're actually making
love. Maybe it's the thrill of doing this with a man I hardly know, or maybe
this tantra stuff is really working. Either way, we move effortlessly to
position number two.
I'm on my back, ankles on his shoulders. His
crotch is between my knees, and though I've never been in this pose before,
it's never felt so sexy. Again we're instructed to breathe together and gently
gyrate our hips. Our intense concentration makes this simple action truly
powerful and passionate. The, um, evidence is between Tasuki's and my legs.
Three other limb arrangements are explored,
each one more acrobatic and enticing. The 90-minute "lesson" ends
with another dance and all of us sharing our emotions. Tomo and Soi are
entangled together intimately, freely exploring the other's bodies as they
listen to each statement about the evening. Amiboshi is seated comfortable in
Nuriko's skirted lap, hands intertwined tightly. Tasuki and I lay on the floor,
cuddling. He plays with my bangs and tickles my back as I tell everyone in the
room how scared I was initially and how incredibly calm I am now.
Tasuki tells everyone he feels lucky to be
with such a beautiful man. I can't help but kiss him on the cheek.
Soi stands, telling everyone, "If any of
you want to stay, we traditionally do a play session, in which you are free to
explore your new knowledge."
Tasuki looks at me and opens those golden
eyes wide. I'm game.
He holds my hand as I sidle up between his
legs on a high-backed Victorian sofa. I look around me in awe. Everyone is
slowly dancing, as we had earlier, but now they're disrobing. The environment
is safroterotected. I'm in a judgment-free palace of pleasure. There are
clusters of four, five, six people, touching each other, Nuriko and his lover
among them.
"Let's go," Tasuki whispers.
"Yes, let's," I reply, wondering if
he means "let's leave." But he doesn't. He means, "let's get our
groove on."
As we get back into dance mode, I'm instantly
at ease again, suddenly unfazed by the fact that we're surrounded by nakedness
and the sounds of sex. I'm officially in the moment, and I'm loving it. Tasuki
takes off his shirt, revealing tight muscles, tanned perfectly.
"Can I?" he asks, tugging at the
hem of my shirt. I nod, and before I know it, I'm wearing nothing my skivvies.
The other people seem so comfortable naked. I
figure, if they can do it, so can I. Tasuki and I press our lips together. We're
not kissing, just breathing close, in a circle. I feel our hearts beat in sync.
It's so hot, I forget someone might be watching.
Suddenly, all our clothes are off, and
Tasuki's giving me the massage of my life, with a feather he had in his backpack.
Apparently it's a tantric massage technique he learned in earlier seminars. As
I writhe in excitement, Soi comes over and asks if she can help support us.
"Please," Tasuki responds. Soi
instructs him to lightly, barely, run his fingertips over my body.
"Touch the backs of his knees and
elbows. Those neglected areas are hyper-sensitive." She's right; I'm
tingling.
I do some kundalini breathing, and even
though Tasuki is nowhere near my groin, I feel like he is. As every ounce of
tension, from deadlines to taxes, leaks from my pores, I reach up to touch him
back.
He stops me. "No, this is about
you," he says as he shifts to give me a tantric genital massage. He
slathers his hands with oil and then begins lightly touching my you-know-what.
It's slow and I'm almost in tears because it feels so good.
Tasuki leans toward me and whispers,
"I'm feeling this just as much as you are. Welcome to tantra.&quoe
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continues to please me, and almost brings me to climax about a dozen times. It
is incredibly erotic and satisfying.
Much to my surprise and disappointment, we
don't end up having actual intercourse. We don't even want to. Tantra is about
so much more. Instead, Tasuki guides me to sit on his lap. We are so connected,
it almost feels like he's inside me. He blows on my neck, down my back. I
tickle his thighs. We just breathe, enjoying the feel of one another's skin. By
midnight, I feel as if Tasuki and I have known each other forever. We've spent
only five hours together.
As the evening ends, Tasuki helps me back
into my clothing, buttoning up my shirt. I stare deep into those fathomless
eyes, shamelessly taking his hand as we follow Nuriko and Amiboshi out the
door. I whisper into the redhead's ear, asking him to stay the night. He
responds by slipping an arm around my waist, pulling me tight against his body.
I flush, thinking about ravishing his
incredible body, traditional style. But I decide not to. Some things are better t unt undone.
Well after crawling into bed next to a naked
Tasuki, and long into the night where I'm surrounded by his warmth, my body
continues to tingle, just as tantra, my new best friend, promised.
Remind me to thank Nuriko for the double
birthday present.
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