Orgasmic Yoga Session 16: Heart Pleasure

Today's orgasmic yoga was erotic trance dancing. My intention was for today to be a healing day. I asked God to fill me with his love, to let it pour over me. I had an erection most of the time without trying too hard. I asked for God's light to shine through me into the world. I used nipple clamps to enhance the sensation as I danced. I tries to sense the erotic energy within me, but it's harder for me to sense that when dancing.

I felt pleasure in my heart after my big draw. I love that feeling.

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Orgasmic Yoga Session 15: Self Love

I did self erotic massage for today's orgasmic yoga. As I began dancing on the edge of ejaculation, I focused my awareness on my body and it's experience with the pleasure. I was bucking around on the floor and having contractions in my perineum. Then I recalled my recent experiences.

I focused my attention on going into the pleasure, to accept it and to accept more of it. I was able to stimulate myself more and avoid the desire to ejaculate. My whole belly was contracted as I was accepting the pleasure and avoiding the ejaculation response. Conscious breathing helped here immensely.

In my cooling off period after my big draw, I was looking at myself in the mirror. I told myself that I loved myself by all the names I've used. I smiled and I saw that I have a beautiful smile. That's my affirmation for today: I have a beautiful smile

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Orgasmic Yoga Session 14: Furniture Jumping

I ejaculated for release last night, so today's orgasmic session... it was harder to get the erotic energy flowing. Today I was erotic trance dancing. I was using an ace bandage as a cock ring so once I was erect, I was very erect.

Today, I had fun jumping on and off the furniture. Once I was hard, I could feel the erotic energy in my belly.

My intention today was letting God be in charge of my schedule and living my life on God time

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I have begun the Yoga of Sex course from the The New School of Erotic Touch. My first assignment was to observe a daily spiritual practice of orgasmic yoga for thirty days. I've been instructed to journal my experiences. Being the exhibitionist I am, I decided to post my journal entries on my adult blog.

10/29/2010 - Friday - Session 1

My very first orgasmic yoga session was good, but it's hard not to judge. It didn't last long enough. I didn't start coming close to orgasm until the time was up. I went past the end time because I wasn't satisfied. I'm glad I have thirty days to practice this. I want this to be a regular part of my spiritual practice.

10/30/2010 - Saturday - Session 2

My second orgasmic yoga was excellent. I got aroused enough to make plenty of groans and other guttural noises. Unfortunately,I forgot to set the timer. It was good not to run out of time.

I was affirming the presence of God. I was making love to God and he was making love to me. I spoke to God in me through the mirror.

I also talked to (my childhood nickname). That's who I was before I went to school. I love (nickname). Regardless if it's true, the name (nickname) is perceived to be backwards - like a country bumpkin. It wasn't so much my father I was running from, but who I thought that name said I was. Maybe kissing that boy in the first grade is the real reason I hated that name. Now, I love (nickname). Physically and literally.

10/31/2010 - Sunday - Session 3

Today's sex yoga was very intense now that I'm clear on the desire to have sex with God. I have trouble bringing things to a close. There didn't seem to be an end point until I accidentally ejaculated. I really worked up a sweat and was in ecstasy keeping myself on the edge of ejaculation. I think today I forgot to go into a big draw when ejaculation was eminent. I'm also more focused on directing my energy into my heart.

11/1/2010 - Monday - Session 4

I didn't journal about my orgasm ic yoga this morning because I was running late. I had an amazing time. Near the end, I visualized fucking my heart. I could feel my cock penetrate my heart and pump it full of erotic energy. It was so sweet and delicious. I imagined squirting cum all over the inside of my heart, and then rubbing around inside the folds of my heart. I could actually feel it. I get hard thinking about it.

11/2/2010 - Tuesday - Session 5

Today's sex yoga was very nice. I've noticed the sensation that you have just before you cum, that deep contraction in the perineum. Today, I think I was at the verge a couple of times. The first time, I slapped my anus and perineum to interrupt the pattern. The second time I did a big draw. I had very sweet orgasmic feelings as a result. I want to always remember that I can interrupt that ejaculation so that I can focus on the orgasm. Usually, you believe that it's going to happen so you don't try to stop it. Now, I've experienced great pleasure, but I still am not depleted.

11/3/10 - Wednesday - Session 6

Today I my orgasmic yoga, my thoughts got in the way. I was too focused on getting hard and edging for my tastes. After my big draw, I wasn't satisfied so I stroked my dick some more. That was better. I like having a man's body to play with.

Tomorrow I may skip the trance dancing and go straight to self erotic massage. And the day after, do the opposite. Maybe my intention should be to release thought.

11/4/2010 - Thursday - Session 7

Today's orgasmic yoga was delicious. I was able to push out some sperm without fully ejaculating. I stayed on edge a long time and kept spreading the energy toward my hear. I used the cum to anoint my anus, heart and forehead. Near the end, I was still very close to ejaculating when I started looking into my eyes in the mirror. I was able to say “I love you” and I both meant it and felt it. Then I laid back for my final big draw. I unintentionally ejaculated as I was going into the ig draw. I couldn't stop the ejaculation, but I think I can with practice.

When I sat back up, I continued looking at myself in the mirror. I felt detached and objective as I appreciated the beauty of my body. I felt detached in that it feels like there's nothing I couldn't do. I feel like I know my strength.

11/5/2010 - Friday - Session 8

Today's yoga was mostly trance dancing. I was able to feel some erotic energy toward the latter half of the session. I have more difficulty raising erotic energy this way than when I do self erotic massage, but I can see the value and think practicing will help me better raise it in day to day life. I also had a great post big draw experience. I had been using nipple clamps. I took them off just after the big draw. I felt pleasure rising from my taint (perineum) all through my chest. It felt very very sweet. This was much m ore than I was expecting from trance dancing alone.

11/6/2010 - Saturday - Session 9

Today's orgasmic yoga was insightful. The 4T class has been emphasizing not just saying affirmations, but getting into the feeling nature of their Truth. Today, I physically experienced some affirmations: I Am a clear channel for the flow of God within. God's love flows through me into the world I Am the light of the world.

Unfortunately, I had forgot my intention of seeking God in everyone, everything and every situation. But once I did, I began affirming that and looking for that. My fingers and body were tingling and I visualized the healing erotic energy going out from me and healing my partner and his sister. Thank You, God,, for healing my partner and his sister of what concerns them.

In the future, when I imaging God fucking me full of his healing love, I want to imagine it flowing into my ass and out through my cock and hands - raising the consciousness of the world.

Smelling my armpits enhanced the feeling of raw erotic powr and influenced the flow. Very wonderful.

11/7/2010 - Sunday - Session 10

Today's orgasmic yoga session, I was slightly less full of distracting thoughts. Today was erotic trance dancing. I'm having trouble sensing the erotic energy in my torso - even when I have an erection. One of my goals as a sacred intimate is to be able to raise that erotic energy on demand. My big draw was nice deep sensations of pleasure - emotional pleasure.

11/8/2010 - Monday - Session 11

Today's orgasmic yoga was very deeply pleasurable, but I didn't gain any new insights. I've gotten used to having profound moments, that gentle energy - erotic energy - for it's own sake seems ordinary. I want to be able to transmute that physical pleasure into an emotional experience.

I'm behind on my sleep which may decrease my ability to experience pleasure.

11/9/2010 - Tuesday - Session 12

I enjoyed my morning's orgasmic yoga. My intention for this morning had to do with feeling a lack of time. I was feeling overwhelmed. I decided to focus on that and feel it deeply. This session had some remarkable characteristics. I started smiling, I'll explain later.

I laid on my back with a pillow between my legs and pillows laying on my body - my face covered by the sarong. That's when I felt how nice the pillows felt as my dick rubbed between them. I covered myself in my sarong and started doing kegels.

I began rubbing my dick between the chaise and a velvety pillow. I was watching myself in the mirror. I saw myself feeling pleasure and that made me happy and I started smiling. I was full of joy. I was smiling a big toothy grin and letting my tongue hang out. It was just so cool to see myself that it made my sense of joy grow because I realized I was giving myself pleasure and I am worth it.

I ran late because I had a hard time bringing everything to a close because I was feeling so much pleasure. I'm trying to master orgasmic implosions - where you have the contractions that ejaculate semen without having a fully releasing ejaculation. I've done it before on several occasions and it's great to have semen available without deleting all the erotic energy. In trying to achieve this again, I was edging - taking myself close to the edge of ejaculation. I was able to stay right on that edge for a while. It made my penis hard like iron. It was so amazing. I think I ejaculated instead of imploding, but I'm not sure. After I caught my breath, it felt like my penis was as sensitive as ever and I could cum again very easily if I chose. I resisted. This didn't match my earlier experiences, but trying to recreate them is very fun.

11/10/2010 - Wednesday - Session 13

Today's orgasmic yoga, I learned that ejaculation is like gagging in that you can suppress the gag reflex by paying close attention to it and willing yourself to relax the muscles involved and control it. It takes practice, but you can learn over time to postpone or avoid ejaculation.

Today was strictly self-erotic massage. I was able to go past the point where I would normally ejaculate by stimulating myself as lightly (once I was close) as possible and willing myself to relax the muscles in the perineum that wanted to ejaculate.

Unfortunately, even though I knew I had gone past the point of no return without ejaculating - I began masturbating normally again and ejaculated. It takes constant attention to avoid going over the brink. That, I think, is what makes this a meditative practice.

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Chastity Play - One week

I've been wearing a chastity device for the past week. If you're interested, here's a link: http://www.mr-s-leather.com/PA5000.html?mv_pc=rex. I'm writing this fantasy to my partner.

I imagine you telling me it's time to take off the device. You tell me to strip. I take off my clothes and stand before you with my rock hard cock. You take the key that you've held for the last week, put it into the lock and turn the key. You pull the prong that has been poking through my PA piercing hole for the past week. With some effort, you pull the cage off my dick. You tell me to go rinse my cock off.
You pull out a condom and unroll it just a bit and pour some lube into the tip. When I return, you unroll the condom over my throbbing cock. As I stand before you, you begin jerking me off in the rubber. You take your time and tease me for a good long time. It's easy to get me close to the edge since I haven't come for a long time. Sometimes you put my rubber encased cock in your mouth and roll your tongue over the head and drag your teeth gently along the shaft.
You tell me to spit in your hand. You spread my spit over my butt hole. You tell me to suck your finger and get it good and wet. You insert your finger up into my rectum so that you can feel my sphincter's contractions. My body is exploding with pleasure as I unload my cum into the rubber and you continue rubbing my hard cock. When you feel my sphincter contractions stop, you pull your finger out and carefully milk the last of the cum from my cock into the rubber.
You tell me to lay on my back. You take the rubber and carefully pour the hot jizz into my mouth. I may not want to, but I don't want you to give me a choice. Tell me to be a good boy and drink my cum. Then I take my own load into my mouth and feel it coat my tongue as I swallow it all. You put the condom to my lips so I can suck it inside out and get every drop.
I hope you've been enjoying this process and by this time have a raging hard on. You lay down on the bed and tell me to suck your dick. I eagerly get in position near you in a 69 position so I can deep throat your dick when you cum. I set off at sucking your dick. I take time to smell the masculine musk of your crotch. This always makes me hard. I suck your cock and lick your balls and taste your sexy flavor. I can't get enough of the way you taste on my tongue and the heat of your scent. God, this is hot.
I'm hard again and you decide to suck my dick and jerk me off again. I get close to cumming again and you back off. I begin to work in earnest on your cock and suck it deeper and deeper into my throat. You begin bucking your hips, groaning, and holding my head in your crotch with your hands.
You groan more and more loudly as you thrust your cock down my throat and dump your load. You are in ecstasy as you hold your cock inside me and spurt over and over again until you slowly recover and pull out of my mouth. I grab my dick and - with a few more strokes and the taste of your cock, balls and cum on my tongue - I cum again, shooting jizz all over my belly.

Upcoming Talk

I hope to present the following talk in the next few months:

Hi, my name is Rex Harley. How many people here enjoy having sex? How many here are aroused by the idea of having a man behind you with his arms wrapped around you while his hard cock is buried deep inside you? How many here are aroused by the idea of being the man buried in your lover's ass?

Now, how many here have a spiritual life? Maybe you meditate on a regular basis, or go to church. Whether you believe in God, the Divine Intelligence of the universe, or the Force, how many people have a spiritual side?

Is there anyone here who has trouble reconciling the two? I know I do. Today, I'm going to cover four topics. 1) Mankind has somewhere got the idea that sex is wrong and God hates us for it. 2) For me, spirituality means that there's more to life than I understand and is full of meaning. 3) We have a healthy ability to experience sexual pleasure. And 4) Sex can be an act of worship and part of that is learning to give and receive the maximum pleasure possible and avoiding guilt.

First, somewhere along the way, humanity came up with the idea that sexuality and spirituality are at odds. You can lead a pious sex free life, or a life filled with sexual debauchery and godlessness, or somewhere in between filled with guilt. Sex became dirty and evil. We decided that one sex act can permanently separate you from God, so you might as well live the life of the sinner destined to burn in a lake of fire and enjoy life while you have the chance. At the very least, you don't think about God while having sex and you don't think about sex during church.

Second, for me, being spiritual means recognizing the Truth (with a capital T) underlying appearances. It means believing that life has meaning, that the universe itself is intelligent. It means that this divine intelligence which I call God is everywhere. Without meaning, I have a hard time finding motivation to do anything. Why bother if everything I am is gone after I die. So I believe instead that every moment is full of meaning, even when I am consumed with passion and am forgetting myself during a sexual act.

Third, Sex is obviously pleasurable. If I resisted pleasure - got it over with as quickly as possible so that the urge would go away - pleasure wouldn't be very pleasurable. Instead I try to abandon myself to pleasure when I have sex. I can spend hours experiencing pleasure all by myself masturbating my cock, asshole or both, pinching my tits, squeezing my balls, sniffing some poppers from time to time.

And finally, sex is good. God designed my body in such a way that I can experience pleasure. I don't believe I was created to feel pleasure so that I could avoid feeling pleasure. So when I have sex, I try to remember this. I give myself permission to experience greater levels of pleasure as a way of worship. I allow God to experience pleasure through me and I love God so much that I want God to experience the ultimate pleasure I am capable of. If I shout out "Oh, God!" while I'm having sex, I'm literally thanking God for the sense of awe that I have at the pleasure I'm experiencing. Sometimes I have trouble believing the depth of physical pleasure that I'm experiencing and I say "Oh, God!" because I'm so astonished at the sensations available to me.

So to summarize, we covered four topics: 1) Mankind has somewhere got the idea that sex is wrong and God hates us for it. 2) For me, spirituality means that there's more to life than I understand and is full of meaning. 3) We have a healthy ability to experience sexual pleasure. And 4) Sex can be an act of worship and part of that is learning to give and receive the maximum pleasure possible and avoiding guilt. When I have sex, I'm making love to the Universe itself. How hot is that!

Thank you.

Blowing Myself

The jockstrap that I had worn to the gym for the past week smelled like me - like lifting weights in the gym. It was still moist from my last workout. I took another long deep inhale of my aroma. It was so real and it was purely my scent. I didn't mind that I enjoyed the way I smelled. I turned my head and took a waft from my armpit. Again it was my scent and I liked it.

I gathered the pouch of my jock and put it in my mouth. I had also been shooting my load into it. The idea of my tongue rubbing across the dried load made my cock twitch. I took the jock out of my mouth again and absorbed the scent. I could taste my cum on my tongue as I inhaled through my nose.

I am a connoisseur of men's scents. I don't like stink, I like aroma. The aroma that tells me I'm dealing with a real man and not an image. I use my own scent when I masturbate, and I like it. I wish there was some way to get my nose buried in my own crotch - the space between my balls and thighs, between my balls and asshole. Oh, to get my tongue up my own ass. What a treat that would be.

What do my balls taste like? How fantastic it would feel to suck my own balls. I would know immediately how it felt, so I could apply more or less pressure. It would feel so good, and taste so good, and it would smell like my balls smell after working out at the gym. To lick my taint, to run my tongue gently over my rosebud before pushing the tip - oh, so gently - just past my rosebud but outside the sphincter. That delicious spot just within my asshole. I could respond to the sensations instantly. This would be the most fantastic rim job I had ever given or received. And there are my balls filling my nostrils with the poppers of my own ball sweat.

Since I'm in fantasy mode, it's easy to imagine my tongue just a bit further in my ass than it can actually reach. And I'm cleaner than I can be in real life. I can push my tongue deep into my rectum. I can find my prostate with my tongue and rub it so gently - feeling its hardness. My tongue can push further up into my bowels, pushing it's way gently in deeper than a fist could go and with more control than a dildo. I can find the secret passages that elude the men who fist me.

I can do this for hours - exploring my inner anatomy, tasting myself and filling myself with my tongue. My cock is so hard from this inner exploration. So I can pull out and take my cock into my mouth. It's been leaking. I drink my precum. I imagine I taste fantastic with my gym sweat and precum. And I know what I like in my blow jobs. I take my cock deep down my throat. I lock my lips onto the base of my cock and begin swallowing, and I can feel the muscles of my throat around the head of my cock swallowing. I get all the harder. I pull back and breathe before pushing back down on my cock again. I rock gently with my cock buried to the base of my throat. But then I find myself cumming - too soon. It's too late. I push my cock down my throat and shoot my load into my own stomach. I feel so full. My cum, boiling from my nuts right up and through my cock, blasting down my throat and into my stomach. This is just too hot and my cock keeps pouring semen down my throat. I taste my cum on my tongue as I pull out.

God, that would be so hot!