Tantric Massage in "Blesk pro ženy"

Are you curious what really happens during a tantric massage, but too shy to ask?
Blesk pro ženy brings you an open and honest report straight from a tantric massage session revealing the veil of sensual secrets behind the experience (not only) for women.

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Photo: Pavel Machan

Blesk.cz Tries Tantric Massage All the Way to Orgasm!

REPORT: You may have already heard about tantric massage. I first learned about it from a friend, so I decided to find out for myself what it’s really like and booked an appointment at one of Prague’s salons. The masseuse showed me that a person should love their body, care for both body and soul, and above all learn to be pampered without guilt! And at the end came a pleasant surprise a divine orgasm I couldn’t have imagined even in my wildest dreams!

I had only heard about tantric massage from a male friend, so I wanted to discover what it would feel like for me as a woman. The masseuse led me and my photographer into a warmly lit room filled with soft music and heat she explained that it was to keep me warm during the massage since I would be completely naked. Her openness immediately put me at ease.

We sat down with tea and a bowl of fruit and chatted, while the photographer captured the atmosphere of the place where I would soon spend two blissful hours.

Masseuse Anička gave me a short yet clear introduction to tantra. I learned that a tantric massage is not an erotic service, as it is often mistaken for.
“In tantra, the body is respected in a holistic way. It’s seen as an integrated whole, and therefore, the entire body is massaged including the intimate area,” she explained.

Of course, such an experience has its price the Deluxe Massage I tried costs around 4,000 CZK for two and a half hours of care by an experienced masseuse or masseur.

 
Entering the Intimate Zone
After the introduction, Anička and my photographer left the room, and I took a shower in a heart-shaped bathtub surrounded by candles. When I was ready, I wrapped myself in a white sarong and rang the bell for her to return.

Anička had changed her clothes no longer wearing her light green dress, but a burgundy sarong tied behind her neck. Then it began. She stepped close to me, embraced me, and held me against her so I could feel her fragrant breath. I don’t know what scent it was not quite fruity or minty but it was pleasant. By standing so close, she entered my intimate space, and I began to feel nervous and confused. The flashes of the camera didn’t help, so I closed my eyes.

With long strokes, she ran her hands along my arms and legs, breathing deeply and audibly. I began to feel as though I was sinking into myself and at the same time connecting with her energy. After a while, she removed my sarong and continued the massage on my bare body. She signaled to the photographer to turn away or at least I hope so.

 
Seeing My Body Differently
We moved to a futon, where she covered me again while the photos continued. After a head massage during which she breathed softly into my ear, giving me goosebumps and nearly bringing me to climax she brushed me with feathers and applied warm, damp towels. My forehead, neck, chest, belly, pelvis, and each leg were treated in turn, down to my feet. By then, I was uncovered and the photographer had quietly left. Only his whispered “Goodbye” brought me back from my trance.

Anička gently parted my legs and continued massaging, sometimes brushing lightly across my groin, staying very close to me so that I could feel her presence. For me, this created a sense of complete intimacy and connection.

The initial embarrassment about my nudity soon faded. I began to feel only myself accepting my body as part of me, something natural, something not to be ashamed of, regardless of shape or flaws. Then came the warm oil, from my hands and chest down to my toes. I was still lying on my back. After thoroughly warming me up, Anička whispered in my ear to turn onto my stomach, and she massaged me with oil again, this time from behind.

The Unexpected Orgasm
The next part the massage with hot stones was unique. She glided the stones over my back, buttocks, and thighs. She had to move them quickly so they wouldn’t burn my skin. I could feel the heat, but it wasn’t painful. When she reached my lower back, I felt tingling and strange vibrations perhaps the awakening of kundalini energy, as she had mentioned earlier.

Then she began gently massaging my intimate areas, whispering again for me to turn over onto my back. I obeyed, knowing that the most intense part was coming. My legs were tightly closed, but she softly parted them. I felt waves of heat and arousal and tried to breathe deeply to relax completely.

Anička’s touch gradually covered all my most intimate places, including my clitoris and G-spot. Everything felt so natural and unforced that I surrendered to the experience completely. And then it happened out of nowhere, I reached a powerful orgasm! My hands tingled, and I felt an overwhelming urge to hug her. I came back to myself only when she returned to massaging my head.

She whispered that I should rest, take a shower, get dressed, and ring the bell when I was ready to talk. Honestly, I couldn’t move for several minutes. I felt blissful and exhausted at once. When I finally stood up, my legs were shaking as if I had run a marathon. I had to shower sitting down; my body wouldn’t cooperate.

Afterward, Anička and I talked for a few minutes about my experience, said goodbye, and I left still trembling slightly. On the tram home, I thought deeply about the whole experience. I even had to stop for a glass of wine and a rare steak to reach what I jokingly called a “culinary orgasm.” The feeling of inner bliss lasted for several days.

Tantric massage is truly worth it.