There are many things available in life that most men will never trust because it has been written by societal law that “it just isn’t manly”. Like yoga. Wearing pink. Or being covered in a whip cream bikini (aye there’s some freaky people out there). But yoga instructors named Dexter and men in pink like Cam’ron (you damn well know I don’t have an example for a whip cream bikini) have proven otherwise, and I aim to push for more uncommon activities. One of them from now on will be tantric touch. Because gentleman, I assure you this: you have not lived until you’ve felt the sensation of a woman’s energy without her even touching you. Good God.
Fellas, allow me to be frank: we spend entirely too much time trying to protect ourselves. I get it. It truly is a cold world out there, filled with cruelty and unbridled hatred. However, the world is filled with many other things as well, often positive things if you know where to look or how to be patient. We will never have access to them though if we always choose to remain stoic and blocked off. Vulnerability is our only true means of being stronger. It will be hard for many but a lot more rewarding than you think once accomplished.
By attending a tantric touch workshop meant for couples on a whim by myself, I initially thought “this may be awkward but what the hell, learn something new”. Within 20 minutes of the workshop, I was holding hands and staring into the left eye of a lovely woman I had never met before. In this exchange, I felt a brief sensation filled with authentic, kind, and embracing energy, to the point where our connection had us breathing in synergy. My old self would have never been able to maintain this level of intimacy before. My new self had this woman telling me that I had a “warm, protective and exciting energy that made her feel safe”. Sounds like a win in my book.
Next, what I witnessed can only be described as “well gotdamn”. There were 3 instructors: two women and one man. The two women, Seradin and Maisha, sat in chairs as the male instructor, Ricardo, asked for a female volunteer. What Ricardo displayed next in front of everyone was a connection of intimacy that allowed this woman to feel intense vibrations throughout her body by nothing but his soft touches and relative exchange of his energy. What surprised me is that because all three instructors were professionals, Seradin and Maisha were just as connected to this engagement. What occurred next was a collection of orgasms between all 3 women.
As this was going on, another tantric instructor came around the room and instructed the men on how to create this same connection with their partners. In no time flat, the entire room was filled with a vast connection of raw sensual feminine energy complete with moans, screams, twitching, pulsing, and intensely pleasurable movement. As I closed my eyes to be in tuned with this scenario, I too, felt a new connection with feminine energy unlike anything I’ve ever known. I was in awe.
Once this demonstration was over, a request was made for a male volunteer. I figured “shit I paid, let’s do this” and raised my hand. As I got aboard the demonstration bed, Seradin began to run down the list of what would happen, but before she began, she asked “may I touch you”? I said “yes you may” in my best Barry White voice but inside what I appreciated is that my consent meant something in this moment. As the demonstration began, and she touched my left hand and arm, I immediately felt a tingling sensation, and she moaned. Seradin took a deep breath and continued. I realized our connection, even for me as a beginner, was intense.
As the ritual continued, I began to feel a warm shocks across my body, from my shoulders down to my feet. I felt seduced by a mixture of tenderness, joy, and peace. I softly moaned. Did not expect to. Seradin told me “keep your mouth open, don’t hide what should come naturally”. I listened. And I kept moaning with slightly heavy breathing because this sensation was too unique to deny. In that moment Maish approached and asked me for permission to touch, to which I obliged, as her hands cradled my head.
In that moment, I felt a strong, direct, erotic yet precious sensation across every area of my body, and I moaned louder. More than sure I let out an audible “oooh shit”. She did as well, took a deep breath, and resumed touching. Maisha massaged my head and neck in such a fashion that I melted. My best way to explain everything are the waves of electric pulses of pleasure you get whenever you’re sexually aroused and in motion but far more innocent, focused, and exhilarating. These two women, drawing their energy towards me and both experiencing some deep confounding exchange where all of our vibrations were in sync and pleasure coursed through our lips, fingers, toes, and all, gave me a notion of being put under a spell I would never want to escape.
Mind you, this is not sexual by any means. It may seem that way, given context, but under no circumstances did I feel sexually turned on (trust me, I asked why so many times). I felt something better. I felt sensuality. I felt an intimacy I have craved for since as long as I could remember and my genitals had no parts in this equation. Especially because it was stated what we experience would not be orgasmic in terms of climaxing, but orgasmic in the form of inheriting pleasure and owning it. In a world where we are shamed for the things that make us feel good, this moment in time asked for us to not hide from what we felt, but rather to embrace. Or as some know it to be, letting your freak flag fly.
I felt enveloped in the warm caress of two professionals who have learned to be in touch with the universe in ways I thought were fairy tales meant for monks and gurus who sit upon mountaintops while chanting daily. If the roots of life are connected to any and all living things, what I experienced were my roots being unblocked slowly and receiving stimulation in the form of sweet seduction through positive vibes.
As my time drew to a close, I had to be honest: my knees were wobbly, my body was tingling all over, and my senses were jumping like crazy. As Seradin calmly brought me back to Earth, the look in her eye of delicate care told me a story in one shot: this is what it means to be vulnerable; this is what it means to create connections when positivity is all you have to offer.
My mind raced with greed because I really didn’t want this sensation to end. I admitted so, and she laughed while smiling. I was turned into a believer. The entire room had men sharing the same experience with the women they partnered with, filled with gasps and moans of sensitivity as well, but my intense awakening was so exhilarating that I had barely noticed until I was done.
Now, if this sounds far fetched, I get it. I would have also been highly skeptical that such an occurrence could ever be realistic. However, my advice to you is to tap into your inner child. When we were kids, we were curious and excited about everything. Along the way, adulthood kicked the shit out of us and we haven’t been able to tap into that level of eagerness in quite some time. That was the past. If you can follow comic book logic and believe in an alternate timeline where a Thanos snap doesn’t destroy the Avengers & the universe for good, surely you can believe that you can relax long enough to have a spiritual moment with another human being. It ain’t complicated unless you make it so.
At the end of the workshop, I was enamored by the whole process and swore to come back. I thanked Seradin again, and flirted with a few pleasantries. I caught up to Maisha to thank her as well, because I enjoyed her unique touch. She appreciated my compliment then hugged me, complete with a surreal moan. Now….I don’t know about you, but when someone moans when they hug you, this is now the standard for all hugs. I don’t even want hugs now unless I’m getting one that damn good. (I’m serious, bring that same energy!)
So to all, I say, give tantric touch a try. Learn a little bit about yourself. Connect with someone on a higher level. There’s more to life than just sexing someone down. Put yourself in a position to do something phenomenal for yourself and as well as your partner, and I promise you that manly will come with a whole new definition.
Also, by all means, if you have any inquiries about the group I explored with, check out The Black Tantra Group on IG and FB
Original post appeared on Medium, written by Joel Philip.