Coccygeal Sacred Intimacy

A few weeks ago, I went to see a Sacred Intimate. I had earlier heard him talk about a coccygeal massage that cause some men to have emotional reactions. Since the way to massage the coccygeal muscle is through the anus, I was more than intrigued.

Since he was on the other side of town, I got there early and waited for my appointment. I went in and we talked about what I wanted to experience. I was trying to unleash my emotions. I'm often not aware of having them. I  tend to have to figure out what I”m feeling from the context of my life.

I got up on his table face down so that we could begin with an Esalen style massage which is known for it's long strokes. I particularly liked when he straddled my head to massage my back. I got to feel his balls on the back of my neck and his taint on the back of my head.

He had me roll over and massaged my front. I let myself vocalize the pleasure I was feeling as I surrendered to it. I also began thinking about a story he had recently shared in his blog. It triggered my experience as a child when I was ridiculed for kissing another boy in the first grade.

At some point, he began the coccygeal massage. I don't recall if I was on my knees to begin with, but I remember being on my back. He tied something around my balls and it made me feel bigger. He took his time entering me as I continued relaxing into his delicious touch. I remember feelings of being stretched and of pressure and of feeling full.

I wanted to tell him how I felt I lost a part of myself when I kissed my friend in first grade. I still felt the reflection of his intimate story. He worked on my ass for a while and I was in heaven and full of compassion. Near the end, he allowed me to focus on the touch of my coccygeal nerve. As he shifted his position, he came upon a certain spot and I felt my body fill with warm energy. I felt like giggling. I wished it could last longer, but things came to a close.

When I stood up, I embraced him and told him how I reacted emotionally to his story. How it brought up my pain from the distant past. I cried at both of us having lost part of ourselves long ago and in gratitude that we were reclaiming ourselves. I told him he was loved. I meant it. I still do.

Pics from I Kissed A Boy in First Grade

I read one of my stories at a recent retreat. Here are a few pics of me standing in front of a room full of men naked telling a very vulnerable story. It was very powerful and healing for me to be heard and seen and loved and appreciated.

First Experiment

I am playing with the idea of raising erotic energy and directing it creatively to create my prosperity in a more authentic way so that I don't have to go around for forty hours a week or more pretending that the most favorite part of myself doesn't exist. So I've created this image to use in my temple. It has a picture of me at my day job in one quadrant, and it has a picture of me playing with myself in front of the camera in the opposite quadrant. I want to create a world where both can exist safely and peacefully in harmony.

Duality

I then went out and bought an easel pad/flip chart. When I do my orgasmic yoga practice, I can draw on it with magic markers or paint on it. Here's the first outcome

First Artwork

As I was self-pleasuring (masturbating) over the duality picture above and looking at my artwork, I wrote a little note of gratitude to the man in the upper left hand corner. Here's what it says.

Love Letter

I have much more respect and love for that part of myself that supports the flight of my erotic heart. He puts up with dissatisfaction at work so that I can find happiness and love elsewhere. My goal is to find a way for him to not have to fight so hard or to hide himself quite so much.

Midnight Sacrifice

I made a sacrifice at the giant penis in the fire pit at Easton Mountain last Saturday night. I arrived around midnight. It had been raining and the grass was wet and my shoes were soaked. I put down my umbrella and tucked my sarong inside it. I was now naked to the lukewarm moist air.

I began moving around the circle, touching myself. I could hear men's voices in the distance, bu I was alone with the giant charred black wooden lingam. I was raising my erotic energy slowly, feeling the pleasure wash over me. I hoped someone would come out of the shadows o celebrate with me, but this was meant to be a solo endeavor.

My intention was to reconcile how I made a living with my identity as a Sacred Intimate. I wanted to send a packet of energy off o the universe – a seed to return my heart's desire to be authentic in my daily life. I thought about hat as I stroked my cock and fondled my ass cheeks in the jeweled wet grass.

I came close to the giant phallus, sniffing I, touching my forehead to it's head. It was hard and powerful. I imagined sitting on it, even though it was bigger than my whole body.

After thirty or forty minutes, I was getting tired, so I began bringing myself slowly to the point of ejaculation, of orgasm. My cock got harder and harder – impossibly hard as I huddled close to the giant cock in the fire pit. I put the had of my dick close to it and gently took myself to the edge of ejaculation. I release my dick and the first wave of semen gently began pressing out of me – seeking the giant cock. My um oozed out and flowed down it's back.

I then gave myself some more stimulation, gently. This time I didn't let go. The second wave of cum shot out of my dick as my ass had spasms of pleasure. I poured myself on his back. The contractions were so intense after three weeks of building up that they were almost uncomfortable.

I savored the sensation as my body gently found it's equilibrium again. I bowed in deep reference and gratitude in the direction of the phallus. I put my sarong back on and quietly left.

Wow!

Treasure Island Media

I'm very pleased. TIM posted a part of one of the true stories from this blog:

CUMSLOPPY STORY || Blindfolded Bottom Bitch

It's from this story posted here: http://adultblog.rexharley.com/2012/03/bathhouse-fuck.html

Bathhouse Fuck!

I went to the bathhouse on Saturday night. I took a pair of my “handcuffs” that I use for the illusion of restraint. I took two bandanas – one for my mouth and one for my eyes.

I began preparing for the evening at home by giving myself a quick flush. Then I climbed into my sling and used the fucking machine to fuck my ass for a while – to get me open and relaxed. I started with a slow speed and tilted my ass so that the rubber cock rubbed my prostate. I loved the feeling of it rubbing my anus as it went in and out. I then shifted so that it could go deeper. After I felt nice and sloppy, I got down on my knees and let the fucking machine fuck my mouth and throat. I wanted to be ready for anything.

When I got to the bathhouse, I got a room on the bottom floor. I stripped naked and used one bandana to gag myself. I turned off the light and opened the door as I blind folded myself and secured my hands behind my back with the handcuffs. I laid down on my belly and waited.

The waiting may be the best part. My mind is active with anticipation and fear. I'm aware of men walking past the room, seeing me bound and waiting to serve. Sometimes I get impatient and have to calm myself.

Then I felt someone touching my back. I hear the door close and a towel drop. A hand turns my head and I feel the head of a cock on my lips, but I need to spit out my gag first. This cock feels thick as it slides past my lips. I do my best to make my mouth a warm moist pleasure giving orifice for the cock that is fucking it.

The fat cock pulls out of my mouth as I feel the man climb on top of me. I feel the cock at my butt hole. He slams it in all at once and I yelp with pain. I try to relax my ass,but I need more time. He doesn't give me the time as he pulls his cock out and slams it in my ass again, making me yelp again. It's taking all of my will to keep myself from trying to pull away. I'm able to get myself to tilt my as so that he can slam it in me again, but I know it's going to hurt. He keeps fucking me that way. It's impossible for me to stay quiet. It still hurts, but becomes more tolerable. I'm incredibly turned on and hot as I'm getting rape fucked.

He comes around and sticks his hot cock covered with my ass juices back in my mouth, but he keeps banging my back teeth. He goes back to raping my ass hole. I can feel my own raging erection between my legs. I feel him dump his load in my ass. That's not what I wanted, but I relished the way it felt as this man used my butt hole to dump his fucking load. I couldn't get myself to want to resist. I've been bad and dangerous, not to mention stupid, reckless and faithful.

He climbed off me and left. I rolled over and started jacking my throbbing thick cock. Someone asked if I was OK, but saw my hard cocked and started rubbing it and sucking it. Fuck! I was in heaven. It's really tough taking a hard raping kind of fuck like that, but I really love it. I can't do it often because it's so demanding. I will do a better job of making it known not to cum in me next time. It seems like that ought to be common knowledge. Cumming in someone should be the exception, not the rule!

That wasn't the only experience that night. Earlier when I was bound and gagged, a man came in and fucked my mouth. It was just the right size and shape to slip down my throat. Once I got rid of my blindfold and handcuffs, someone else came in and sucked my dick. Someone else fucked me. I ended my evening by going to the video room to masturbate. I was up on some elevated seating in clear view of everyone as I began pleasuring myself. That would have been more than enough, but another man came up and sucked my toes before sucking my dick. I didn't tell him that he was scraping my dick with his teeth. In the end, I stuck my feet in his face and encouraged him to eat them. I was getting my feet worshiped as I masturbated, rubbing his face with my feet. I love a man who loves feet as much as I do, and I would not have been sucking toes that had been walking on that floor. Kudos to him!

Unfortunately, when I was leaving, the sheets were a little pink. It's not usually a big deal when there's a little bit of blood when getting fucked, but it wasn't very pleasant.

Two Paths of Pleasure and Masculine Erotic Energy

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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