روايات وقصص ضمن Tantra Books In English

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We are in a stone chamber lit by oil lamps. "Sacred sexuality," the instructor says. She is an older woman with kind eyes. "Tantra is not about the end. It is about the duration." We sit in the Yab-Yum position—me straddling Alex’s lap, my legs wrapped around him. We don't move. We just breathe. "Feel the connection," Echo whispers in my mind. "The energy loop." We stay connected for hours. We move microscopically. A shift of the hips. A clench of the muscle.

I'd signed a contract to be courted by two brothers simultaneously. Conventional had stopped being part of my vocabulary weeks ago. Theo looked up at me, studying my face like he was trying to understand how serious I was. Then he took a deep breath. "It's called tantric sex," he began. "It's an ancient practice that came from Hindu and Buddhist traditions. The core principle is about rising energy from the base of your spine... what's called the Muladhara chakra or root chakra... all the way up through each energy center until it reaches the crown of your head."

Taking my clothes off, I kneel on the floor, waiting for him to start, my mind slowly closing off, all the thoughts flying away. If you could see my thoughts now, they would be like a thousand butterflies flying high, escaping my body, being free and beautiful. Leaving nothing but silence behind, a beautiful empty space. I hear his footsteps coming towards me. His hand grasps mine to pull me up. Turning to look at him, I can feel myself melt. He is standing there in leather trousers.

They collapsed in a sweaty, cum-soaked, bound tangle — bodies marked by ropes and welts, holes leaking profusely as the distant monastery bells continued tolling through the night. Tenzin Dorje knelt between the two nuns, fingers lazily pushing his cum deeper into both of their used holes, feeling the warm, sticky mix of their shared fall from grace. “The Great Bliss has been attained,” he whispered darkly into the candlelit darkness. “Desire is not the enemy. It is the path. I am the living yidam. You now carry my divine seed. Your bodies and souls belong to the true tantra — the tantra of the flesh.”

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It left me with a frantic, meaningless ramble. "It feels good," Lilly said, "And it's fun. So, I don't see a problem. I mean, you're not stopping, right?" I had to concede all of that. "And if it's OK to do then it must be OK to talk about, too," Lilly said, "Right?" I struggled to refute her logic, even though it didn't actually make any sense. "I've been learning a lot about my chakras," Lilly said, "They're these elements of energy inside of us that we can harness in order to be more whole, happier beings. When we inhibit the flow of that energy, that's where anger and unhappiness come from."

Andrew demanded, both angry and shocked. Tiana's fair cheeks had already turned pink. However, she acted as if nothing unusual was happening, saying calmly, "Relax, don't make such a fuss. The Divine Enlightenment method requires exposing the body to release heat, allowing the body's meridians and energy points to interact with the surrounding environment. "That's why I brought you to this secret chamber—it's a necessary approach…"

He suggested, opening the book. "Is that where we were? Let me see." Instead of opening my own book I stood up and leaned over the table to look at his. I felt the robe open and my breasts fall forward. Max looked up and his eyes looked as if they were going to fall out of his head. His mouth opened and remained that way as he stared down my robe. I figured he could see everything right down to my pink nipples and a wave of heat flowed through me. Goddamn Richard had been right on, that was for sure.

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne