Lingam
Massage:
As
she slowly withdraws her hands, she says,
“Slide up toward the end of the table,
then lie back.”
She places a towel-covered pad under my
hips, pillows under each knee, a small pillow
under my head, and then kneels between my legs.
She invites the men to massage my feet.
She invites Tina and Sandy to massage my
hands, arms, and chest, and Jezebel to massage
my head, neck, and shoulders.
She asks if I want a light or firm touch
to which I respond, “A firm, but gentle touch,
please.”
She
says to me, “If any of us touch you in any way
that makes you feel uncomfortable, please speak
up immediately.
Close your eyes now, continue to breathe
deeply. We spent the next three
minutes or so breathing energy into and then
relaxing the various parts of my
body.
She
says, "As you inhale, breathe the energy
into your right hand. As you exhale
let your right hand relax. Next as you
inhale, breathe the energy into your right
arm. As you exhale let your right
arm relax." In this step by
step fashion, she guides me through my entire
body.
Once
I am very relaxed she guides into the next
phase. "As you breathe, remember to
visualize the energy flowing between us.
As you inhale, breathe in the energy coming from
me. Take it in at the base of your
spine and feel that energy rising up to the top
of your head. As you exhale breath
the energy down the front of your body and back
into me. As you exhale, relax as
much as possible and feel your entire being
entering me. And forget about
orgasm," she says. "You're
already there. Simply breathe
yourself into me with each
exhale"
All
the while she has had her hands on me, and has
moving them gently in clockwise circles, moving
up on the right side of my torso and down of the
left. I'm also well aware of the additional ten hands and fifty
fingers that are caressing my body.
As
a kinesthetic junkie, I'm in heaven
already. I focus on the twelve
loving hands that are lovingly stroking my body.
As my sensual awareness shifts between
the various sets of hands on me, I become aware
that as I focus on one set of hands, I’m much
less aware of the others.
Soon, I let go and simply allow my mind
to dance freely among the sensations.
I
get lost in the bliss and soon hear
Christina’s voice.
“Stoney, remember, there’s no place
to go.
You’re already there.
Breathe deeply, and with each exhale,
allow your body to become more and more relaxed.
Let yourself sink into the cushions
you’re lying on.
Again she
goes through a body relaxation
cycle. Feel your hands
relaxing. . .
Feel your face relaxing. . .
Feel your belly relaxing. . .
Feel your legs and feet relaxing. . .
If
you are comfortable doing so, sigh and moan as
you exhale.
The sounds will enhance your experience.
I feel my body being stroked massaged and
kneaded.
I hear Christina and Jazz both sighing
and making other noises which makes me feel more
comfortable in allowing myself to sigh.
“Christina
says, “Open your mouth.
Let your jaw relax.”
Jezebel takes my lower jaw in her hands
and gently attempts to move it.
In my natural stiffness, I am
unconsciously resisting the movement.
Slowly, I feel the muscles letting go.
Christina
is now massaging my abdomen and my hips.
In repetitive cycles, she makes rocking,
and clockwise circles on my belly, rolls my hips
side to side and then returns to my belly.
She slides her hand up onto my chest
leans toward me and looks into my eyes.
“Open
your eyes,” she says,
“and look at me for moment.”
Breathe me into yourself with each inhale
and flow into me with each exhale.
You and I are becoming one, incredibly
delightful being.
Take me in and, at the same time, give
yourself away to me. I am now a goddess with twelve hands. Simply surrender yourself into the pleasure of my
touch.”
After a minute or so she invites me to
again close my eyes.
I
soon feel her breast gently stroking my abdomen
and her long brown hair slowly moving on my
chest.
Tina and Sandy begin stroking my arms
with their breasts and Jezebel leans forward and
places her breasts over my eyes.
I start laughing and say,
“Help!
I’m being buried alive in boobs.”
The breasts move away and I open my eyes
briefly and look at Christina.
In the soft lighting she looks like an
angel.
I look at Jezebel.
She smiles and kisses me on the forehead.
Tina and Sandy each place one of my hands
on one of their breasts while the men continue
to massage my feet and lower legs.
I look back to Christina.
She returns my gaze.
Soon my eyelids become so heavy I must
close my eyes.
My lingam has had only the lightest touch
of Christina’s hands as they seem to just pass
through on their way to someplace else, and yet,
the sensual delights are already awesome.
I
am floating in sensuality when I become aware of
a slippery hand on my stomach.
I open my eyes to see that Christina has
donned the latex gloves and has coated them with
the lubricant.
I also see Jezebel pour lubricant into
her hands and then pass the bottle to Tina.
I close my eyes and take in the
intensified sensuality.
Soon
I have twelve very slippery hands sliding
around on my body, a delightful, oil-covered
breast in each hand, and Christina’s hands
focusing on my groin area.
Her hands move slowly with a deliberate,
gentle, yet firm touch over my inner thighs, my
lingam, scrotum and perineum.
Her hand movements are a choreographed
dance moving in rhythm with the music we hear.
Her hands dance only briefly with my
lingam and then move on only to return again for
another brief stay.
She
also pays particular attention to what she later
called the Sacred Spot, the male equivalent to
the female G-spot which is a pea-sized, slight
indentation between the testes and the anus.
As she massages me, she also pulls gently
on the scrotum countering its tendency to draw
up tight against the body during sexual arousal.
Several times, she asks how I’m feeling
in response to her touch.
Several times she also reminds me to
breathe deeply.
Her
touch varies in speed, in pressure, and in
duration at any particular area.
Her style of motion varies depending on
where she touches me.
When on my lingam itself, she uses
several different strokes.
She gently squeezes the lingam at the
base with one hand, pulls that hand up and
slides it to the head and then off.
As one hand is sliding off the end, her
other hand is back at the base.
Her movements are quite slow, smooth and
deliberate as she alternates between hands.
She
continues this rhythmic cycle only briefly and
then reverses the direction of her movements by
starting the squeeze at the head of the lingam
and then sliding down to my body.
Again, alternating between her right and
left hands.
Then
she moves her hands away and focuses on my inner
thighs or on my belly leaving my lingam to rest.
At one point when I’m quite thoroughly
aroused, she says,” Stoney, open your eyes.”
I look at her and she says,
“Tell me which direction is north.”
“I
don’t know,” I respond.
“Then
tell me what’s four times seventeen?”
“What?”
“Never
mind,” she says.
Just close your eyes and breathe.”
I
feel a bit confused until Jezebel whispers in my
ear, “She just derailed your impending
orgasm.”
She
sometimes massages the head of my lingam in a
motion similar to what one might use on a
hand-powered orange juicer. She sometimes uses the traditional and common up and
down strokes.
She sometimes holds the foreskin back
with one hand and strokes me with the other.
Sometimes she allows the foreskin to make
its normal movements on and off my lingam head.
The
sensations are exquisite, drawing me with each
cycle into higher and higher levels of
intensity.
As I reach the high point in each cycle,
Christina seems to know my feelings for she
backs off and pushes firmly on the sacred spot
(described above).
Sometimes she speaks and says,
“Breathe, Stoney, breathe deeply.”
Her touch, her words, my breathing, and
the ten other hands, all assist my sexual
intensity in sliding up and the back down again
in a rhythmic erotic dance.
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