A few years ago I got talking to a woman who had been studying Tantra for several years.

I had so many questions about Tantra: Is it about sex?; If it involves touching genitals, how can it not be about sex?

B was really patient with me. She explained many of the principles of Tantra to me. She explained sacred masculine and sacred feminine energy, and how theses energies combine and compliment each other.

B also explained the principles of Lingam and Yoni massage. She mentioned how it was about releasing sexual energy, but not about achieving orgasm.

To say I was intrigued, would be an understatement, and I was over joyed when B offered to give me an introduction to Lingam massage.

We arranged to meet at a hotel. B arrived first to set up the room.

I arrived soon after and waited in reception. I felt nervous. It seemed surreal that a beautiful woman, who I was about to meet for the first time, would bring me to her room and introduce me to a new realm of sexual awakening.

Soon, I heard the elevator ding as the doors opened and there was B looking like a Summer Of Love, flower girl.

In the room, we huged for a long time. It's interesting how much energy can be exchanged through a hug, when the hug is sustained and given with an open heart. We stripped down to our underware. B has a very beautiful body. I was asexually attracted to her, and I hoped my feelings of lust would not be a problem.

We sat on the bed facing each other and did some deep eye gazing. It felt incredibly intimate and very calming. Then B showed me how to breath and we did some breathing exercises together, while embracing in a way that our bellies touched. This went on for a long time and I became incredibly relaxed. It felt like we were the only two people in the universe.

When it was time for the massage, we both stripped naked and I lay on the bed face down. B mentioned that many people think that a lingam massage is a massage of the male sex organ, but that it's so much more than that. It's a fully body massage incorporating the mind and heart, but with a focus on the cock (lingam).

B lubracated her hands with coconut oil and started on my back with long undulating strokes. These strokes went down my back and over my buttocks. It felt fantastic, but I was so relaxed from the breathing and eye contact, that I did not feel any blood flow to my cock. I just had this lovely feeling of well being.

After a while, I rolled over and she started massaging my chest and arms. Her fingers would brush against my nipples and my senses were so heighten that I could feel my cock starting to engorge. I loved that she could see me grow to her touch and that I didn't have to be concerned or embarrassed by it.

She worked her coconut scented hands towards my thighs, moving ever so slowly towards my cock. And then slowly, gently with the touch of a butterfly, she took my cock in her hands, merely just holding it. I could feel a slow surge of masculine energy flow through my body. My cock grew in her hand as she started rolling her fingers over the firm head and slowly down the shaft. She touched my cock in ways it had never been touched before, sometimes employing two hands at once in a twisting motion. All her movements were done slowly and gracefully, almost like a dance.

It is hard for me to articulate my feelings. My cock felt like it was the hardest it had ever been; beeds of precum came forth and dribbled onto my belly. But it felt different. Usually at this stage of arousal, I would want more vigorous strokes that would bring me to an earth shattering orgasm, but I had no desire to cum, I was so completely lost in the pleasure I was feeling, that I didn't want it to end.

At one stage I felt tears of joy welling in my eyes. Usually I would feel very self concious about showing such emotion, but I made no attempt to hide my joy. I completely went with the flow and bathed it the bliss. It felt incredibly sexual, yet incredibly non-sexual simultaneously. I finally understood what Tantra is all about.

I don't know how long the massage lasted. I feel maybe an hour and a half, but I can't be sure because time had no meaning.

I did not orgasm, nor did I feel I wanted to. That's what makes lingam massage so different from happy ending massage.

It was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.

I meet with B on a few other occasions and she thought me how to truly open my heart and soul to Tantric connection.