So one sunny afternoon, awash with nervous jitters, I found myself on the doorstep of a fancy apartment on Nyhavn, the postcard picture strip of Copenhagen β on a cobblestoned canal, old timey boats floating past, lots of brightly coloured houses all in a row. I was ushered into a sitting room for a chat with Inga, my Tantric massage therapist. I had no idea exactly what she was doing, but from the very beginning it felt amazing and so relaxing.
At the same time, the sensations went beyond the body somehow⦠it felt like I was expanding into the universe and simultaneously dissolving into nothing. I was profoundly peaceful. It was a deeply sensual experience, but not exactly sexual, even though she gave me a Yoni vagina Massage as part of the session.
Sensations that originated in my vagina became part of a background buzz of immensely relaxed pleasure. Eventually, the massage was over.
I knew it was 2 hours long, but time ceased to have any meaning for me during the experience. I walked out of there on a cloud, my body tingling from head to toe β feeling gloriously alive and awakening.
I was high for days afterwards in a good way! I was also surprised. In awe. A bit confused. How come no-one told me about this? I started practicing Tantric bodywork and immersed myself in learning Yoni Massage. Of course every experience was different β sometimes it was also challenging, confronting, emotional, or healing.
