My OM prayer

With my legs wide open, I submit to the touch of my OM partner. With my legs wide open, I open to receive new energy and release old/unnecessary energies. With my legs wide open, I submit to the wisdom that is flowing around, in and through my being. With my legs wide open, I submit to that wisdom: I speak what I am called to speak, move how i am guided to move, and feel what is ready to be felt. With my legs wide open, I am home with god and myself.


Layers of orgasms

We weren’t a minute into our OM when the first orgasmic wave shot up my body and literally took my breath away. It was like a hot cord ran up from my yoni area (it felt non local at that time) to my chest and then beyond. I gasped and it took a bit before I could find my next inhalation. Saturation of stimuli held me for a moment, until breathing resumed.

Attention continued flowing “above” my clit throughout the rest of my body. It was as if my clit was non existent, as waves of orgasm went up and down my body. In time, attention “lowered” and I felt his finger stroking me. Paying attention to the warmth and pressure there, I felt a short reprieve, so to speak- as if the clit was home base and i was resting there.

That lasted just a moment- and then attention was brought back to that space “above” the clit. But then a merging of sorts happened. Attention merged with the clit and the waves flowing up and down my body. Merging at times, dancing at others. Playing.

Attention went back to the clit for awhile, until my sacrum lit on fire, and then attention went downward- into the level “beneath” my body. The waves continued up and down my body, but from underneath. The orgasmic dance continued: clit, sacrum, “underneath”.

I felt the rhythmic figure 8 start to flow that I often do during OMs: down my left leg, up his right leg, through our bodies, up /his my torso/head, and then back down. Repeat.

Into the grounding 2 minutes, I felt my yoni orgasmically contract and release, shooting more waves throughout my body. The continued through our frames. And as I type, the waves continue. The layers weave through each other, showing up specifically sometimes and not at all other times. A mysterious dance of the relative in the absolute’s playground.

Ready or not, Here I OM. Part 2.

I put a shirt on and we get into position. He feels especially conscious of body placement and connection, lining his right foot up against my left foot like I like it. As my legs unfold/open to him, he beautifully comments on the sight of my pussy. The timer starts.

And the fire returns.

I’m riding the wave of the fire move through me. There is a sense of pressure in my clit that I don’t ever remember feeling while OM’ing, even though his touch is of the lightest of touches. Images are quickly flashing though my mind, and I cry out, “I want to fuck you so badly.” He takes it in and calmly responds, “You will. Later.” I laugh at myself and my urgency and settle back in with a breath. Ok. I can do this, I say to myself. Deep breaths. Centering. Back to the touch of finger and clit.

Waves of orgasm continue to shoot through my body. The images fling themselves upon me and the pressure in my yoni is immense. I suddenly can’t contain myself any longer and I fold my left leg over to meet my right leg, attempting to contain the pressure between my legs. I roll toward him. I don’t know what I say, but probably something like “I can’t take it.” I have images of pushing him back. Of over taking him. Of opening his shorts and grabbing his cock, rubbing it inside the folds of my yoni and against my clit. I do none of that, and lay still panting. He softly chuckles a bit, and patiently and calmly says it’s ok. And guides my legs back to their open position, and attempts to ground me on my legs and pussy. He’s such a rock amidst my storm. Once again I breath, and center myself, laughing again at my extreme sense of urgency and passion and lack of self discipline.

The OM continues, and my ability to focus comes back. I am no longer overwhelmed by the images, and instead sink more deeply into my body and into the direct sensations, feeling the orgasms having their way with me. I even stop wanting the timer to go off, so thoughts must have faded out of my attention too. Eventually, the “ding!” does goes off, and he grounds me.

We briefly share frames as we’re laughing, clearing off the space, and prepare to physically merge.

Ready or Not, here I OM. Part 1.

My lover is also my main OM partner. I was recently out of town for 9 days,and as my attention returned back to my home life and my lover, I became increasingly horny for his touch and physical love. I arrived back in town in the early afternoon, after only having slept a few hours the night before. I had been extremely tired on the drive and assumed I’d take a nap before inviting him over. But as I drove back into town my tired level decreased and my excitement level increased. After maybe a 30 minute nap, I woke knowing that I would not be able to fall back to sleep, and messaged him to come over. My entire body became alive as he quickly responded that he’d be on his way soon- that I should close my eyes and he’d be there before I knew it. I laid there in my bed anticipating his arrival. I started to feel my yoni muscles contract, and orgasms shoot through my body. My hand travelled down between my legs and I stroked the inside folds of my yoni, into my wet vaginal opening. I became still and felt the heat move throughout me.

He arrived. I stayed in bed and motioned for him to come over to me. I wanted to feel his body against mine with an eagerness that felt almost like desperation. He sat on the bed, but I pulled him down to me. We’d talked about OM’ing first off when seeing each other, and he said, “you still want to OM?” I could feel my uncertainty- I knew my body wanted to fuck him so badly. But my body also loves the connection and feeling of OM’ing… I didn’t respond, just continued to weave my body around his, to feel him as close to me as humanly possible. I was silently contemplating OM’ing whilst wanting to remove his clothes so that I could feel his cock between my legs and chest against mine and his hands on my back and ass. I rolled around his body, feeling it close but not quite close enough. I brought and weaved him in closer. I was still wondering if we were going to OM first. Then, something was met in me, and my desperation subsided and my system calmed and I was ready to OM.