This is a journal entry from Friday,
March 2, 2012
I did not go to into this morning's
orgasmic yoga practice with very much energy. I came last night after
fisting myself. But I went ahead and began without knowing what to
expect.
After affirming my mission and purpose,
I began massaging myself with coconut oil. I rubbed my chest, belly
and thighs and let my erotic energy slowly build. I focused on my
breathing. I rubbed some oil on my hardening cock, but didn't
stimulate it immediately. As I began to include it, I avoided
ejaculation producing strokes and focused on pleasure sensations. It
was like playing in a meadow of pleasure instead of following a path
of pleasurable release. The only difference is the direction of
movement.
I found myself feeling much more
energetic as I left one hand on my cock - tweaking the pleasure
there while my other hand massaged other parts of my body and my
breathing intensified. I began thrashing around, enjoying the full
experience.
I caught a sense of masculine erotic
energy. It's not something I'm usually in touch with and words don't
evoke it. It's like cock and balls and pubic hair and musky masculine
scent. It feels like my father. I wish I could communicate it, but
even experiencing it is fleeting.
I let myself quietly appreciate my
experience at the conclusion. It was good.
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