Mindful Masturbation

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Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings – always darker, emptier and simpler.  -Friedrich Nietzsche                               Feels like it’s still morning, I think. Hard to tell time from the trace of filtered light peeking through tiny creases in the hotel’s blackout shades.I roll languidly across the bed and pull my phone from where it rests on the side table. The clock on the homescreen confirms, 10:18AM.I’m horny. No, what lies just beyond horny, aroused? Wet?I’m wet.No time to deal with that now. The phone goes back to the nightstand. I exchange it for a note card found on my pillow yesterday when I checked in.One complimentary session: Mindful Meditation with Jade. 11:00 AM.An exaggerated sigh escapes me. My throbbing pussy conspires with my fingers in an attempt to keep me in this bed. To delve into my damp, dewey folds, rip the sheets from the mattress and thrash till the pillows are strewn about in some cataclysmic, masturbatory climax.Hyperbolic, I know. But, I’m fucking horny.My fingers play with the card as I glance at it contemplatively. The class does sound intriguing, Mindful Meditation. Maybe it’s what I need, get me out of this funk of being twisted-up inside my own head. Another sigh. Besides, who am I to pass up a free gift.I shuffle to the shower. A good soak will help take my mind off this dripping ache.The water feels wonderful, amazing actually. My head tilts down, palms press into the cool tile, strands of burgundy hair mat to my chest, soaked by the gentle spray of istanbul travesti the showerhead. Warmth cascades over my little tits, wrapping around my body and pulling more heat to my pussy. ‘Jade… sounds cute. Stop it!’ Shower’s not working.Toweling off, I rummage through an unpacked suitcase to find my coral camisole top and black yoga pants. I pull my damp hair into a pony, gather my things, then scamper off to find the spa.The room is shaded and warm as I enter. Cozy. Inviting. A hint of lavender swirls through the air and welcomes me. Purple yoga mats lay symmetrically spaced across a hickory wood-planked floor. Each accompanied by a cushion, a small rolled-up towel, and a bottle of water alongside. The window shades are drawn, muting the heat of a mid-morning summer sun.“Hi. Welcome, I’m Jade.” A slight woman beams from the front of the room; hands clasped proper in front of her waist. She appears to be in her mid-thirties, dark hair, olive skin, athletically fit, striking.“I’m the resort’s resident wellness and lifestyle expert.” She brings up a hand and cups the back of it to her mouth, further lowering her voice. “I don’t like that word, expert, makes me sound pretentious, but they have me say it.” Her eyebrows move in an expressive fashion as she speaks.I want to respond, I have yet to meet a lifestyle expert who wasn’t, pretentious. But, she’s cute with her hair pulled immaculately into a top bun and an effervescent attitude that seems, infectious. So, I smile and politely istanbul travestileri inquire as to what mat she’d like me to take.“It’s Penelope, correct?” She asks.“Yes.”“Well, Penelope, you are my only client for this session,” she waves an upturned palm to the room. “So, the floor is literally yours to choose from.”I slip off my sandals to place them, along with my bag, in a cubby and spy an orchid that sits atop the cubed shelving. It gives me pause. It is eerily similar to one adorning the front desk at the yoga studio back home where I first met Shana, my girlfriend.“It’s a beautiful shade of blue,” I recall Shana saying as she sensually ran a finger over the flower’s delicate petal. “This is going to sound like a lame pickup line,” she continued. “But, this color really compliments your eyes.”“Was it?” I responded.Shana looked at me with a quirky smile and wrinkled brow. “Don’t you mean, Does it?”  She quipped.“Was it,” I repeated. “A pickup line?” I flashed a teasing grin and brushed past her.We ended up having coffee after that class. We sat and talked for hours. I made her laugh, she made me feel alive. The connection felt immediate, unforced and mutual. Our relationship is now going on three years, but I am at this resort alone in an attempt to ‘find passion’.I make my way further into the room and spot what looks to be a bed hanging a few inches from the ceiling. “What is that?” I point up, inquisitively.“Ah, good eye. Those are meditation beds. That one is broken. It’s travesti istanbul supposed to retract fully like the rest, see?” Jade points out several other rectangles pulled flush with the ceiling.“So, they lower and you use them for… meditating?” I put finger quotes around meditating. She looks at me coyly. “Essentially, yes. But, that is a rather intense class.” She takes a step in my direction. “I usually only do it for couples and usually later in the evening,” another step. “But, if you’re interested, I suppose we could,” a dramatic pause as our eyes connect, “try it?”Sexual tension consumes the air, like an unexpected squall rolling over a calm sea. She stands confident and makes no attempt to hide it. In a nervous response, I lean in and cup the back of my hand to my mouth as she had done earlier. “I have a girlfriend,” I whisper.She smirks. “We don’t have sex, per se, Penelope.” Finger quotes around sex. Touche.“I apologize if the beds threw you. It’s just a mindful meditation designed to strengthen your practice of focusing on your sexual aura.” She spins slowly away from me and continues to speak. “Heightening it, if you will.”Jade walks over to a row of buttons on the adjacent wall and delicately presses two. A low mechanical buzz rhythmically vibrates the walls and two beds slowly descend. “Some do experience a profound… urge, so to speak.” She cocks her head to look in my direction, dancing around her words.The beds come to a halt, still suspended a few inches above the floor. Each is adorned with a charming comforter and enticing pillows placed neatly at the head and foot.“Ready?” she asks and it occurs to me, she never waited for my affirmation before bringing them down. But, I’m still horny, and curiosity is now fueling the hunger.

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