Infernalia

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Lets get crazy together.

Discover my tantric sensuality Since I discovered tantra, something in me has awakened. It wasn't just the physical pleasure, but a deeper connection with my body, mind, and soul. Each experience has led me beyond simple carnal desire, to a place where every caress, every breath becomes a sacred dance of energy. I love to start slowly, feeling every inch of my skin vibrate with anticipation. Hands, gentle and patient, run through my body, drawing invisible lines of energy. I love when the fingers slide along my back, following my spine, awakening the kundalini energy that lies at the base of my being. I feel this energy rise, slowly and sinuously, filling my body with a warmth that envelops me from the inside. Tantra taught me that pleasure does not lie only in the obvious areas of my body, but in my whole being. My lips, my neck, the curve of my hips.. everything is a temple of sensations. I love it when the game starts with deep, synchronized breaths, inhaling together, exhaling together, feeling our energies align in a shared rhythm. It's like our bodies melted together in one breath, in one heartbeat. I love the soft touch, the rolling of fingers on my skin. I like that caresses are light, like feathers barely touching the surface, but leaving a trail of fire behind them. I love it when people explore my body with the delicacy of someone who knows that the journey is more important than the destination, who knows that every corner of my body hides a secret waiting to be revealed. My breasts, sensitive and full of life, respond to the slightest attention. I like them to be touched with adoration, as if they were sacred offerings. The rubbing of soft lips against them, the warmth of a tongue slowly wrapping them, the delicate pulling of my nipples.. all this makes me shiver. But it's more than just physical touch; it's the connection I feel, the energy that flows between us, like a river of pleasure that unites us.. And when we get to my most intimate parts, I like it to become a ritual of worship. I want every kiss, every caress, to be an act of devotion. I like to feel the heat build up in me, how the waves of pleasure spread from there, invading my whole body. I love when you take the time to explore me, to discover what rhythms, what pressures, what movements bring me to this place where time ceases to exist and where there is only the pure sensation. But tantra is not just about me. I also like to be able to return this energy, explore the body of the other with the same devotion. I like to feel her muscles tense under my hands, hear her breathing accelerate to the rhythm of my caresses. I like to play with this energy, feel how it grows and transforms, how it becomes something bigger than both of us.. Tantra taught me to enjoy the moment, not to rush towards the end. I like to stay in that state of anticipation, where the pleasure is so intense that it becomes a kind of ecstasy. I like to prolong this state, play with energy, letting it rise and fall like the waves of the sea. It's a game of control, but also of abandonment, of losing myself in the experience while keeping power over it. And when I finally reach the climax, it's as if my whole being is expanding, as if every cell of my body is bursting into light. But even there, the journey doesn't stop. Tantra taught me that orgasm is not the end, but a gateway to a new dimension of pleasure and connection. I love to stay in this space, floating in the energy we created together, feeling how it envelops and unites us.. Tantra has changed my way of seeing sex, pleasure, my body and my connection with others. He taught me that the real pleasure is not only in the physical act, but in the energy we share, in the connection we create.. I love to get lost in this dance, where every movement is an act of love, every breath is a prayer, and every orgasm is a celebration of life itself.

It was one of those summer evenings when the air was so soft that every breeze seemed to caress the skin. Twilight had set in, painting the sky with pink and golden shades, and I could feel a special energy in the air, as if something exceptional was about to happen.. I had met her by chance, a woman of a mesmerizing beauty, her mysterious smile and her deep look had immediately captivated me. We had shared a few words, a glass of wine, then a dance. But it was this dance that changed everything. She moved closer gently, our bodies subtly rubbing each other, every movement becoming a silent conversation between our souls. Her perfume enveloped me, a mixture of spices and flowers, intoxicating, almost hypnotic. Every gesture of his part, every smile, seemed calculated to awaken in me buried desires. Our hands finally met, hesitant at first, then sure of themselves. Her skin was soft, and the heat that emanated from her body seemed to pass through my fingers. I remember the moment when our eyes met, and everything turned. Without a word, she took me by the hand and led me into a more intimate room, away from prying eyes. The atmosphere was felt, the light dimmed. She came up, her lips touching mine. This first kiss was both sweet and passionate, like a promise of what would follow. The tension was rising as our bodies explored each other, each touch becoming more intense. His fingers slipped slowly over my skin, causing shivers with every pass. Every kiss, every caress, seemed to bring up waves of pleasure in me, waves that I had never felt so intensely. She had a special way of prolonging the moment, slowing down time, as if she wanted to enjoy every second.. And I let myself be completely carried away by this sensual dance. The outside world no longer existed. There was only her, me, and this burning desire that kept growing. Every sensation became more vivid, deeper. At every moment, I felt the pleasure rise in me, until finally, I let myself go completely, overwhelmed by waves of unforgettable sensations. It was not just the physical pleasure, but the connection we had created, a kind of alchemy that transcended everything else.. We shared several moments like this that night, each more intense than the previous one.. And even after it was over, I could still feel the echo of his touch on my skin, and the memory of his lips against mine.. This night will forever remain engraved in my memory, as one of the most sensual and intoxicating experiences I have ever experienced.

It all started with a simple dinner, an unpretentious date. But as soon as I saw her, I knew the night would take a different turn. Her eyes shone with a special glow, as if she knew exactly what she wanted. After dinner, she offered me to follow her home. Without hesitation, I accepted. Arriving in her apartment, she immediately led me to a room immersed in a dim light. Il y avait des miroirs partout: on the walls, on the ceiling, each reflection multiplying our movements. She looked at me with a playful smile, before coming closer. Our lips touched, and the desire I felt became palpable. His hands slowly slipped under my shirt, exploring every inch of my skin. I could feel her breath accelerating as she pressed against me, and soon, my clothes were reaching the floor. She stood there in front of me, in delicate lingerie that fitted her shapes perfectly. Her body was reflected in the mirrors, creating a mesmerizing vision of curves and desire. Without a word, she gently pushed me toward the bed, taking control of the situation. His gestures were precise, determined. She knelt in front of me, her fingers touching my skin with calculated gentleness, before focusing on me, her lips offering indescribable sensations.. The heat was rising in me, every movement of his part brought me closer to this moment of intense pleasure. I clung to the sheets, trying to prolong that feeling, but she knew exactly what she was doing. Every movement of his lips, every stroke of his tongue, brought me closer to the inevitable. My breaths became shorter, more gasping, until finally, I give in, carried away by a wave of uncontrollable pleasure. She looked at me, satisfied, before she stood up. But the night was far from over. She climbed on me, sitting comfortably, and began a new game of sensations. Her body moved with hypnotic grace, each movement creating a new wave of pleasure. I could see our reflection in the mirrors, our bodies intertwining, losing in a perfect rhythm. The minutes seemed to melt away, each moment more intense than the previous. She knew exactly how to play with me, how to prolong the pleasure, to hold it just enough so that each release was more powerful than the previous one.. I lost myself several times in this dance, each wave of pleasure completely overwhelmed me. When the night finally came to an end, I lay there, short of breath, the body still trembling from all that we had just experienced.. Mirrors around us reflected the scene, immortalizing a night of unbridled passion that I will never forget.