Making Love to the God

I made love all day a few days ago. In making love all day I found a deep communion with spirit and a deep connection to my own sexual/heart/spiritual energy. The experience was deeply emotional and healing for me, and I want to share it with you.

In the morning I woke to my lover’s caress. I love that time, when I am half-awake, and not fighting the overtures of my lover–warm, open, and receptive, without having to work at it, or will it. I fell into the manliness of him, his touch, his passion, and I let that fill me. With each movement I was drinking in his masculine presence, his will, and his drive. Although I was moving, I was receiving him into me, feeling my body open, asking for more. When he entered me, it was after almost a half hour of him loving my breasts and touching my skin. I could feel his arousal and desire entering me with his lingam, and as I opened more, willing my yoni to receive him, or rather, letting go of my will, I watched in wonder to see where his passion would take me.

This is tantric lovemaking for me, as a woman–to let the man’s energy take me where it wills–to let him lead, to let Spirit lead, no longer needing to direct anything, trusting only in my partner’s drive and direction, becoming a vessel for his essence. As I became more aroused, I began to draw his energy into myself, to crave its presence within me, pulling it to me, breathing it up into my heart and feeling it begin to expand there. In the flow of this sexual and spiritual energy I explode into an orgasm and rest in the moment. I move my hand to his lingam, making slow, lazy, healing motions. I sense his lingam’s need and respond, I flow with the energy of his arousal until he reaches his own explosion. We end with holding each other, feeling the energy move between us. I rest and then rise, beginning my day.

Later in the day, my other lover and I move into a healing session. I begin with Reiki, moving energy from Earth and Sky through my body and into my hands, sensing into his body, into emotions that want clearing, into physical discomforts, into anything that Spirit wants to heal through me. I become a container for Spirit, letting it fill me like a lover, opening myself to be its vessel. My hands begin to move and massage, to open blocked energies, becoming a two-way circuit, both giving healing energy and siphoning away negative energy, channeling all of it down to the earth through my body, staying connected to the source of my life force. As I near his lingam, I sense his arousal, and my yoni begins to pulsate with the same energy my hands are channeling, yearning to make a healing connection with his lingam. With his permission, I move over him and we join together. I feel the electricity in my yoni as he moves into me, the communication between my yoni and his lingam, the subtle pulsing of energies as my yoni begins to physically pulse as well. My yoni becomes a healing channel more powerful than my hands, massaging his lingam, soothing, healing. And just as my hands continue to do, my yoni both channels healing into him through his lingam, and removes blocked energies and channels them down through my legs and into the earth. As we flow together, the healing becomes lovemaking, and we are moving in harmony. We sink into a timeless place, where there is no goal to reach, only endless bliss. We look into each other’s eyes and breathe and rest in stillness together, feeling the ecstatic electric energies circuit between us and through us. We move through peaks and valleys of excitement. I feel him follow his energy and choose to release waves of energy orgasm without ejaculate. I follow my own inner ocean to a place where my body demands an orgasm with ejaculation. I release the ejaculate, but feel more lying in wait within me, not yet ready for release. My mind feels a sense of frustration, expecting more, but my body feels full of energy and extremely alive.

We end with holding each other, then gently move apart, and move through the day, working together at co-creation, living for a while in the realm of the mind. Later we come back together, feeling more aroused even than before, from holding all this energy, and our lovemaking is no longer peaceful and healing, but wild and passionate, and almost without regard for anything around us. I ejaculate again and again, making a juicy puddle on the kitchen floor. Then I am suddenly too full of his energy, of the energy of the day. My stomach feels nauseous, and I feel edgy. My circuits are holding more sexual energy than I am used to, and my body struggles to adjust or discharge it. I breathe into it and share with my lover, telling him how I feel. He stays with me, with my body, with my feelings. Our hearts join our bodies in connection. We feel gently into ways around it. We go upstairs to the bed and lie down. We lie in stillness, and he moves gently inside me. I breathe and lie down on top of him, cradled tightly in strong arms. Suddenly, without warning, my heart explodes. I feel something like an orgasm, but in my heart instead of my yoni. It goes on and on in waves, and I begin to sob, and my breasts ache, as If I’m nursing a child. Suddenly my nausea eases. Now my belly aches, and more lovemaking with him inside me is no longer possible, He withdraws gently, still incredibly charged, and takes his pleasure into his own hands. I gently tongue his balls, and he explodes into an orgasm that is so powerful my yoni pulses and releases more ejaculate without being touched.

We rest, we cuddle, we say “wow”. I feel deliciously happy, joyful, and serene. I relish this new experience of “heart orgasm”. I delight in my openness and feel peace in knowing that my new vibrant heart will bring many many more journeys into bliss, and into communion with the God.

With Love,
Kypris