I woke up early this morning and did my
orgasmic yoga practice. I was mostly sitting down and lying back. I
didn't really include lots of movement. I let my body guide me in
offering it pleasure, beginning with my inner thighs. I was
continuously stimulating my penis for nearly two hours. I could have
gone longer. I'm getting better at finding deep levels of pleasure
without the risks of edging.
At one point, I oiled up my feet. I
enjoy the primal feeling I get from my feet, but I'm still uptight
sharing that pleasure with others. I'm thinking about making feet a
more central aspect of my practice – maybe incorporating them in my
logo. My toes remind me of my ape ancestry. Sometimes I get in touch
with that as they curl when I'm feeling erotic pleasure. I consider
feet to be sacred. After oiling them up and rubbing them for a while,
I licked the oil off the bottom of my right foot – leaving me with
lubed lips.
I also explored the scent and taste of
my armpits. I showered last night, so it was subtle which was ideal.
I can't deal with overpowering pits, but I don't like them smelling
soapy or perfumed, either.
I've also been trying to explore the
feeling of wanting to cry that comes up sometimes when I'm
masturbating. It doesn't feel like tears of joy, but I can't
surrender enough to the feeling to actually tear up or name it. I try
different thoughts to see what resonates, but nothing matches yet.
Now, I really want to cry while I'm masturbating. Whatever it is, it
must be very repressed.
It's a beautiful, rainy morning. I'm
going to the gym to run soon.
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