Rowe (Henchmen MC Next Generation 4)

I didn’t want to admit it aloud, and I put on a good show of pretending it was the opposite, but I hadn’t spent any real time with a man in ages. Since before Rowe stomped all over my hopes. I mean, yeah, I’d hung out a little bit with an ex who was recently single. And we’d even gotten re-physical again. But there was a certain level of detachment I’d felt towards the opposite sex for a really long time.

It was probably why I felt so strange, like I was in limbo.

I was a firm believer, for those whose sexuality leaned straight, that there was an importance on the balance of feminine and masculine energy. And when you weren’t in touch with someone that balanced your scales, you felt wonky.

I’d been feeling wonky for so long.

As much as I tried to fake it, there was no fooling myself.

“Go ahead and take the couch,” I invited when we moved inside. “The class sits on floor pillows,” I added when he hesitated to move to the large modular sofa that didn’t exactly fit the rustic interior design—exposed walls and ceiling beams and scratched and dull hardwood floors—but it had these amazing wide cushions that you could separate and move back together to make a makeshift bed.

He made his way over to the couch, carefully sitting down as I grabbed the multicolored floor cushions, spreading them around the room for the couples, then lighting some incense, and finally plugging in my iPod to the speakers to put on the usual music that was slow and bluesy, sensual, but without any words.

This was the second class for all the couples. I did do single classes for anyone who just wanted a fun night out with their partner, and classes for solo women who wanted to be able to explore their sexuality without any men around. But my couples month-long classes were my most popular. Which was good since it paid best. And it also gave me the chance to really help the couples overcome their hurdles in their intimate lives.

Everyone trickled in a few minutes later, saying their hellos, then choosing their cushions. Everyone dressed in loose, comfortable clothing like I’d asked them to the week before, knowing this was the class where they would put the breath work I’d taught them about in the last week into use with their partners, which would involve them getting into certain positions.

“Okay everyone,” I said a few minutes later. “Let’s just do a couple of deep breaths to reconnect with our sexual energy, shall we?” I asked. “Now just like last week, hover one hand over your chest and hover the other over your sacral chakra,” I told them, watching as their hands went to their chests and over their groins. “Now as you breathe in, imagine the air going into the area where your hand is on your chest. And as you exhale, imagine a line going straight down your belly to your sacral chakra.”

“Good,” I said as everyone took a slow, deliberate breath. “Did you feel that tingle in your sacral chakras?” I asked, seeing some of them nod, giving me this awestruck look at the sensation. The women, seemed to get a lot out of this exercise, especially those who had a hard time ‘getting into the mood’ sometimes.

I always did the exercise—minus the hands because after a while, you didn’t need the aid—before any sort of sexual encounter, either solo or with a partner.

It never failed to amaze me how my pussy would tighten and tingle when I exhaled into the sacral chakra.

That was energy work.

And it was precious and healing and I really loved sharing that with others, especially women who possibly spent a lot of their lives thinking something was wrong with them because they had a hard time enjoying sex like they thought they should.

That was the beauty of tantric sex workshops. There was never any actual sex. Well, I was sure there were some classes that did do that, but that wasn’t my classes. It was all about learning to get your and your partners energy and breath aligned.

It wasn’t uncommon, when they really were able to focus, that men and women alike had touchless orgasms during a class.

It felt so neat to be a part of them having that breakthrough with their loved one.

“Let’s do that again,” I suggested. “And again,” I said, getting sleepy smiles from the women whose bodies, if they were anything like mine, were starting to feel tingly all over and very much sensitive and alive. “Now today, gentlemen, you have two choices for positions depending on your comfort level. You can kneel and sit on your heels, or you can sit on your behinds with your legs spread. With either position, your lady is going to straddle you. But, ladies, there will be space between your pelvis and your partners’. No contact.”