In a multi orgasmic response session someone stimulates your body and sex parts from a seated position as you the ,recieiver is lying down.  Eye contact of course.  It's all after you create sacred space.  The day before yesterday I received from a woman.  Magical.  It was edgy for me...not the woman part necessarily...I was married to a woman  for ten years, it was that I was on my moon and in a room of forty other people.  As it turned out with the running of sexual energy, which I can do pretty easily, I managed to get in to some deep sexual power surged and cosmic shamanic healing.  It's all rather difficult to explain but can be quite dramatic and ecstatic!   It's one of those things you have to experience.  It is turning lust into bliss.  After a brief and sensual massage all it took was for my woman friend to lightly pet my yoni  with a few strokes from the bottom to the top just brushing the hairs. I don't shave.  Then in one magical rush yoni plumped up, filled with heat and got slippery.  I love my body.  Thank the goddess for all the  tantra practice, yoga, belly dancing, sex, massage, la,la, la, la, la.  My body is like a fine tuned musical instrument.  Touch me any where for just a few seconds and with the right focus and thoughts I can soon be in a full body orgasm.  That's because I've practiced and practiced this particular type of tantra.  Sometime, for days, I can walk through my life in full non-gyrating orgasmic state.  I teach this stuff.  Yesterday I gave a session to a man friend..in a room of forty.  A bit of a challenge...hugely transformative....What a great way to heal and embody life force energy.  When does the food come in?  Well, as I was waiting to get on this computer I stood by myself in the mid-day sun,  graced by the beauty of green trees all around I carefully and consciously ate big ,fat ,crunchy, juicy, sweet grapes.  Plucking each one from the little stem.  Instead of popping the whole thing into my mouth I bit into the grape pulling the flesh apart.  I just got the idea, maybe I'll take a grape and put it in my yoni for the rest of the afternnon just to feel what it feesls like.  I'll let you know.

Well, I did it.  I went to the cabin of my bdsm (among other things) friend.  He offered to get me set up and a man for the afternoon tantra practices.  I took off my skirt and put on a masculine sarong, my breasts bound...as best as I could do with DD size.  My hair up in a black bandanna, eyeliner created a lovely mustache.   He gave me a grey  muscle shirt and I was ready....almost.  Then he stepped to the dresser and took down two cloth packages and un wrapped one to expose a very large black Darthvaider type cock, wow!  He said, "Have other chioces."  Then unwrapped a very huge pink tree of a dick...I stepped back.  The next package contained a fairly large butt plug (I've only seen one other in my life).   He tossed it aside. This stuff is very edge for me.  My heart is beating...I'm at litle scared.  My friend is very large and could look scary if you didn't know him.   Do I really know him?  What does he do with these things, and with who, where under what conmditions.?..scenes as they call them?  I shut out these imaginings.  I was here to go to my edge now.  Then out came the caucasian, up curved medium size penis-replacement.  Yup, that's the one.  "Okay lift up the sarong."  I expose my nakedness, full round ass, soft fuzzy pussy.  My friend took out this black thing with leather straps all dangling down looking rather dangerous.  He secured the plactic replica into this harness then he kneeled...I wondered if he could smell my womaness.  He wrapped and d-ringed the thing into place arounf my butt and between my legs.  As soon as the firm round base of the dildo pressed against my pubic bone I felt a rush of excitement.  The journey as Seth began! He said,"Now sit, now walk as Seth...you are now a man."  And I was for several hours.  What a trip being a very feminine sexy woman in the morning with over 40 people to being a very erect man in the afternoon.  The men wanted to hit me and the womwn wanted to stroke my hard sticking out man part; either with their hands or some part of their bodies.  However if I showed any interest they seemed afraid.  It seemed like a lot of responsibility........It all excited me, and my husband.  Before dinner Seth went away and I came back.  I wore a long black slinky dress to dinner...clearly nothing was protruding from my sex spot but a nice flat belly and a slightly rounded pubis.   Last night my husband and I had some great sex...I really got into my feminine and he  fucked me from on top and I screamed and screamed in orgasmic bliss.  I shook the walls and it all rocked my world.

So I'm drinking a cup of hot Earl Grey tea with cream.  Very soothing after a morning of learning how to teach people to show their sex parts and give them a voice.  To teach women to appreciate and honor the great and glorious penis.  And men to fall into the beauty and cosmic matrix of the yoni.  In a large circle fourty of us watched four couples enter sacred space, the hush of the universe fell upon us, and they began the journey of giving voice to their sex parts. The sun shone through the sky lights in the hall illuminating the beautiful bodies and the erect vase of flowers in the center.  Sacred, healing, titillating, soft, sad, funny and deeply touching.  Sex comes in many forms.  My mouth tastes of onions and the kisses of my friend and lover.   He and I will have sometime together later, totally okay with my husband.  I want to step through the thresh hold of being paid money for my company and sex.  It's time I enter that world.  I've been paid money for tantra healing sessions where I was the practitioner and it felt like a healer-client relationship.  Now, it's about me becoming a tantra escort of sorts.  My friend may help me to gracefully enter this world by taking me on a trip and paying for my time.  Can I be a prostitute?  Ahhh, we shall see.  Also, today I held a big purple dick.  It is a dildo; designed to be in my yoni and stick way out, big, erect and curved up.  I may play with this in the practice this afternoon.  Instead of being a girl with a yoni I might like to be a man with a vajra.  Never done anything like that.  I've got to go wrap  tight my large breasts and get some boy clothes....see ya.

I'd like you to know that this stuff is really happening.  My life is sex and food....actually sensatiions, subtle and grand.  I got up early  and did yoga silently beside  my ex-exotic dancer friend who is amazing and a full goddess!  Radiant after that I walked into the arms of the sweet soft peach lips, our pelvises connect   Ahhh that juicy surge happened.  My heart swells with gratitude and love for this man.  He feels it and his vajra swells....yummy.  We all sit in one big circle and our teacher slowly procedes around to each one of us, placing her hands on our head and giving a powerful transmision.  I eat my scrambed eggs and buttered whole wheat toast in bliss as each subtle and succulent flavor starts at my mouth and shivers through my body.  I sit next to a woman friend...she  moans and squirms with glee eating her blueberry pancake and syrup.  I'm charged; yoga, an open heart, encountered a masculine charged penis, sexy food and a orgasmic friend....what next?  In the big hall fun dance music is on loud.  Dance, play sexy, getting all juices flowing.  I do a strip dance for my beloved as he bounces to the beat of the music on a big gym ball.  He loves my double D breasts,  Off comes my turquoise scarf, then my deep blue silk shirt, leaving me in a soft satin spagetti strapped chemise.  Slowly slowly I pull it up over my lovely breasts as I wag my round and firm butt just in front him just out of his range.  He wants to grab my bootie.  I quickly  turn around an bring my melon bobbies into his face .   He loves it and  tucks his nose and cheeks between the deep warm softness.  He is moving with the music.  He takes me around the waist, jumps off the ball and trows me face down over it.  He pushes his pelvis into my upturned butt.  Yes!  Thrusting, thrusting to the rock beat, bass, bass, bass in my joni.  I'm hot, I'm controlled by my man between my legs.  I'm helpless, rolling about face down on the ball.  sometimes my hands are touching the floor and some times I'm airborne.  I wrap my legs around his butt and pull him into me harder.  Yes!  Yes! My hair is in my face and I'm screaming with ecstasy...a good morning.

I am at a tantra workshop.  Lots of juicy juice flowing.  My yoni is wet and dripping all the time.  For me it's about pleasure...as much and as often as possible. After a morning full of practice and getting high off of each others sex energy flowing full around from each of our sex spots. A room full of sex vibrations, humming about, like steam in the wind. Yum.  Hunger began in my yoni (you know, cunt, jade cave, my deep woman part) then it moved changing not just hunger for sex but also including the nedd for for food hunger in my belly.  I wanted food and sex.  Good food and full body orgasm...Starting with lust, no genital stimulation necessary.   Break for lunch.  Three very hot and tantra experienced yummies were sitting with crotches entwined...six pointed star. ...knees jutting out.  I jump in..I want some too!  One leg over a juicy girlfriend , my ankle bone in her yoni.  The other  leg behind another hot sweetie with my inner thigh against her sacrum.  And my yoni....well positioned against a delicious, powerful, European man friends knee.  Wrapping his left knee cap in my hot plumped softly receptive and lustfull yearning lower lips. Breath in, suck it up the inner flute, let out breath and shake with that full body orgasm.  Around and around the circle it went the eight pointed star.  Full and over flowing we extracted our legs, walked on those wobbly extremities to the dining room...feta cheese, crunchy green green lettuce red juicy organic cherry tomatoes, hunger, popping salty olives, and  creamy subtle hummus all melting under the slap of sour fresh lemon squeeze and deep nutty grassy olive oil.  Running energy makes me ravenous and my mouth is having it's own orgasm.  I love food and sex.

The melting vanilla ice cream arranged is sweet dropplet on the edge of his full warmly red lip.  I glanced up just in time to see it before he flickedm out his skilled toung to lick it into his  mouth.  The vehicle of the cream/cum like drop was a fork full of warm peach pie.  As I fell into the spell of these lips in front of me I breathed in the smell.  I love smell....I can;t make love to someone who is not in my smell group.  I need smel,l....sometimes I think my nose is connected directly to my yoni.  My yoni was happy with the fragrance, almost flowery the steamy sugary peaaches and of course better.  I love butter;on bread, green peas my right fore arm.  I left the table with the peaches and his tounge in my yoni.  I store all sensations in my yoni.  My yoni is very busy.  I walked past the chatty tables on my wy to thedessert table to get some slippery peaches in my mouth.  I stopped at the table of a long ago lover, I was longing for soft sweetness in my mouth...so I brought my lips gently against his.  My yoni surged. Fullness, heat, thick. My clit jumped.  Electric up my spine.  I moved in he moved into me.  His lips pressed against  mine with urgency I responed, full body.  His tantra up-rush full of his man-ness inviting me into my responsive woman-ness.  Were the other people at the table..yes, no, Yes!  Toungs, play heat, deep.  Play with the desire..I break away....play with desire, play with desire.