My first encounter with tantric massage. My heart is pounding, I feel a little queasy, but I am full of joyful anticipation.
Cornelia leads me into a room where, over the next three hours, I will not only lose all sense of time, but also embark on a unique journey to myself.
Now I am lying on a mat with my eyes closed, surrounded by candles. Cornelia, a petite young woman with incredible charisma, gently brushes the Indian cloth I was just wearing over me. The first tender touches, barely noticeable and yet very intense. I feel transported back decades, to my first encounter with a woman. I let myself drift and feel her hands, her beautiful body. The sky opens up, it is warm and the room is full of light. The world is good, all that is bad disappears. Then her touch becomes a little more assertive, she massages my back and seems to find my tense muscles effortlessly. It feels good to feel her strong hands now. Now she is lying on top of me again, I feel her feminine curves, her breasts, her thighs. It feels soooo good. She is so delicate and seems fragile. I realise that I am too, delicate and fragile, open and unprotected. I don’t need to protect myself, I feel safe and secure with her.                                                                                                     I keep thinking about my beloved girlfriend, wondering whether I should treat her to a tantric massage too.
Time flies by, I want to stop it, I soak up the affection. Whether she massages my feet, my legs, my back, my arms, gently strokes my head or tenderly devotes herself to my genitals, everything crackles with eroticism and sensuality. I have lost the ground beneath me, I am floating between space and time. A wonderful and unique feeling.
Then, at the end, she lies down on top of me. We are both naked, she is so close to me and the whole thing is so intimate, and yet she is a stranger to me, I know nothing about her and that’s fine. I was able to let myself go with a woman who was a stranger to me and yet very familiar. I had my eyes closed almost the entire time; I wanted to feel Cornelia above all else and not be distracted by the seductive image. Sometimes I looked at her briefly and thought, there is an angel with me. I laughed, I cried. It was simply wonderful.
Thank you, Cornelia.