Preface:

Daddy and I practice  tantric sexuality. For us, sex is a sacred and natural expression of love and desire.

As I read through erotic blogs and writing, I often find it difficult to connect with the stories when they feel like they are meant to be porn or romance. I found I wanted to try to write about experiences we have but didn’t want them to sound overly tantric/spiritual or sound like porn. I wanted to capture the way it feels to me, the emotions it stirs within me.

In our  life  we often use Sanskrit words like yoni (vagina) and amrita (the liquid when I squirt) because for us it feels right. I will generally use those terms in writing because to me it better conveys the way I feel. 

My intention is to share  personal accounts of things we have experienced and emotions that I feel. I want to convey the sense of  connection and vulnerability I feel with Daddy, and the liberating power of our tantric exploration.

The Yoni Tongue Massage

As I lay on the soft sheets, eagerly awaiting Daddy’s touch, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement in my body. Today, it was my turn to receive a special yoni massage.

Daddy approached me with a loving smile, his eyes filled with intensity and desire. He knelt before me, he gently parted my legs with his hands, revealing the sacred beauty of my yoni. With care and reverence, he lowered his head, his warm breath teasing my inner thighs, sending shivers of anticipation up my spine.

As his lips touched my delicate petals, an electric surge of pleasure shot through my body. His skilled tongue explored the curves and folds of my yoni, tracing every contour with a delicate touch that left me breathless. Each stroke, each flick, was a testament to his devotion and expertise in the art of pleasure.

His tongue moved with a rhythm that resonated with the very essence of who I am. Every caress awakened hidden desires within me, stirring a deep longing for surrender and ecstasy.

With each stroke, his tongue found the sweet spots that sent waves of pleasure cascading through my body. The exquisite pressure against my clitoris set off shockwaves of delight, building the intensity of my pleasure with each passing moment.

I surrendered to the sensations, allowing myself to be fully immersed in the waves of pleasure washing over me. Our connection deepened as our energies merged, and in his touch, I felt seen, cherished, and celebrated as a goddess of pleasure.

As the pleasure intensified, I felt myself approaching the edge of release. Daddy’s tongue became even more intense, guiding me closer to the pinnacle of ecstasy. And in that moment of surrender, I soared to new heights, my body trembling with the intensity of the orgasm that rippled through me.

Daddy held me in his arms, his presence a comforting embrace. As I lay there, feeling a profound sense of connection and vulnerability, Daddy whispered to me that he wanted to further honor my sacred feminine and the power it holds. He wanted to use his fingers to bring me to the point of producing amrita, the sacred nectar of feminine pleasure.

With trust and a willingness to surrender, I allowed Daddy to guide me deeper into the realms of pleasure. He positioned himself between my legs, his hands cradling the folds of my yoni with tender care. His touch was both gentle and purposeful as his skilled fingers began to explore the depths of my sacred temple.

His fingers danced with passion and devotion, skillfully stroking and caressing every part of my yoni. The sensations were exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that rippled through my body, awakening desires and igniting the fires of ecstasy within me.

As Daddy’s fingers delved deeper, they found the secret spots that elicited waves of pleasure, guiding me closer to the edge of bliss. With each stroke, I could feel the energy building within me, the intensity of pleasure swelling to new heights.

Daddy continued his loving touch, guiding me through the peaks and valleys of pleasure, allowing me to experience the full spectrum of sensations. The exchange of energy between us intensified, his devotion and reverence for my feminine power growing with each passing moment.

And then, as if a dam had burst, I felt a powerful surge of energy radiating from within me. A gentle trickle of amrita, the sacred nectar, escaped from the depths of my yoni. Daddy caught each droplet in his mouth, savoring the taste of my divine essence, honoring the power and beauty of my sacred feminine.

With each little spurt of amrita, I felt a sense of liberation, a shedding of inhibitions, and a deep connection to my own sensuality. It was a testament to the depths of pleasure and the untapped potential within me, as I surrendered to the waves of ecstasy that washed over me.

Daddy encouraged me with words of love and support, urging me to let go and embrace the profound release that awaited me. With his guidance echoing in my ears, I surrendered completely. The sensations within me grew exponentially, and suddenly, a gush of amrita erupted from my yoni, flowing forth in a powerful stream. It was a profound release, a culmination of pleasure and surrender that left me feeling empty and yet completely content.

As the gush of amrita flowed forth, Daddy welcomed my gift with open arms and an eager mouth. He embraced the drops of amrita, savoring the taste of my divine essence. In that moment, any hint of embarrassment dissolved, replaced by a deep sense of intimacy and connection. Daddy’s face and smile reassured me, letting me know that this experience only brought uscloser together, deepening our bond as we explored the realms of pleasure and love.

Daddy held me in his arms, the taste of my amrita lingering on his lips. Our eyes met, and in that exchange, we acknowledged the depth of our connection and the power of our tantric practice. The gush of amrita had become a sacred offering, a testament to our trust, love, and devotion to the exploration of pleasure and sensuality.