He was polite and formal on the phone. I had just started bleeding and had been desirous for days of a man to really help me get my flow going. I was determined to start bleeding with the dark moon and here it was the day after a Pisces new moon. My bleeding had previously been aligned with the full moon since i started my tantric sexual priestess work. Since a woman’s moon time is her most powerfully tantric time it made sense but was causing problems. The full moon is the busiest time of the month, the time when animals and humans desire to mate. I wasn’t getting any rest on my bleeding days. I was so physically exhausted i had had to turn away my favorite patron. I was worried it was effecting my health to work so much on my heaviest days instead of resting.
At first i hadn’t been sure how i would work at all on my moon with how much i bleed. But then i remembered one of my girlfriends back when i dated women had used a natural sponge instead of tampons to be environmentally friendly. It seemed that this would work better then a cup for this type of activity. Sponges are softer. She had sown dental floss onto it to pull it out. However, after some experimentation i decided it worked better for my purposes minus the floss. The sponge has to be small, the size of a golf ball, and wet so it is soft to put in. Every so often you can take it out and wring out the blood and reinsert it. Such a handy thing to know about. Thank you Tracey! It had worked before several times only leaking a small amount of blood even with major pounding.
I had been setting the intention for a while, very clearly for the last month to flip my schedule around so i ovulated with the full moon and bled with the new moon as is traditional for women. This would work better for aligning my energy levels with my work schedule since when I’m ovulating i have the most energy and sexual interest and when i’m bleeding i have the least energy. I had accomplished aligning my moon time with the moon when i was in my early 20’s, actually when i was dating Tracey. I had read about how women traditionally bled in sync with the moon and i went out and moon bathed every night and prayed to the moon to align my cycle with hers and Bam! I was bleeding with the new moon and ovulating with the full moon.
This time i just set the intention clearly. I kept forgetting to moon bath and pray to the moon and still my bleeding aligned within only one cycle. Wow, our body responds powerfully to our intentions i thought.
So i had just started bleeding and a famous hockey player called me and asked me to come to the Fairmont Hotel in San Jose. He was only 32, younger then me, and had his own Wikipedia page. His photo was really nice looking and apparently he was a millionaire since he had been signed to multiple multimillione dollar contracts. He said he had seen several tantricas previously and gave a reference for a high end gorgeous Japanese tantrica in New York City who had photos of herself on her website on ballet point shoes. She who wrote back immediately with a stellar reference saying he was “the best of the best in every sense.” So i was excited for multiple reasons. I hadn’t had a session in weeks or even a lover in about a week and my desire always spikes right before i bleed.
I was all dressed up in my usual attire. My makeup was perfect and i was actually on time for once. I had my big fuzzy coat wrapped around me as i walked in past the bell hops and the front desk. I went to the bathroom, texted him and then headed up to the ninth floor. Once there i saw that the numbers didn’t go up as high as the one he had given me. He must be on another floor or something i thought. I texted him and asked him to meet me at the elevator. Sure enough he was at a different one. For a moment we thought we might be at different hotels. I was panicky because now i was actually late even though i had been on time. Then he called to tell me he was actually in a different building, wing B.
The Fairmont is such a maze. Ive only been there a few times but i always get lost looking for the bathroom. After trying several times unsuccessfully to find wing B i finally had to go outside and across the street to find a locked door with sketchy people hanging around it. This would not normally be such a big deal but i was in high heels all made up with a huge bag in addition to my large purse. My work bag, which is a medium size piece of luggage has all the props i might need in it including tonight a glass bottle of Pellegrino. Lugging this around in heels up and down staircases and all around a huge hotel like the Fairmont is no small feat. By the time a nice man let me in the building i was exhausted and sweaty. I collapsed on the love seat in front of the elevators and called up R to come down and get me since the elevators required a room key.
This was obviously the fancy building for semi-celebrities like R. There was a huge crystal chandelier and a grand sweeping staircase. I straightened my tight red dress and tried to look relaxed. When R arrived i was immediately struck by how gorgeous he was and how tall. He had dark wavy hair and bright blue eyes. He was more slender and tall and younger looking then in the photo i had seen of him. I couldn’t help staring at him for a moment as we rode the elevator up with several other people. He looked straight ahead and i followed his lead.
As soon as we were alone he told me i looked really beautiful. “So are you!” i gushed. I asked him to put on music because i had forgotten my i-pod at home. He pulled up stations on the TV and asked me what i wanted to hear. I picked the World channel but i had to interrupt our initial tantra practices because they kept playing mariachi music. I asked him if he wanted an energizing experience or relaxing. He said relaxing. The mariachi music was anything but relaxing. We tried Classical and finally settled on New Age which actually was mostly relaxing except for the weird experimental stuff.
He pulled me onto the bed and kissed me so gently it made me want more and initiate with my tongue. Then wonder if i was being too aggressive. I had already decided before i got there that i was going to kiss him but not go down on him without a condom. I told him to stand up with me and i undressed him. I did some tantric meditation with him and looked into his eyes and we breathed together. His eyes were dark blue on the outside and light blue on the inside. He felt emotional to me, deep and passionate. He was definitely my type. We kissed more and after i undressed and he touched me and his touch sent shivers of ecstacy through my body.
He was so beautiful. His face and body like chiseled stone. He was tall and lean and muscular the way i like, my type. His coloring was my favorite, dark with light eyes. His cock was large and very erect and swung to the left side like my first boyfriend. I wanted to ask him what he had in his background genetically. What gives a person such dark hair and light eyes? But i didn’t. I pressed his cock against my belly and felt it’s warmth on my womb. Then i turned around and pressed his cock against the small of my back as he cupped my breasts. As i took off my heels i could see and feel how much larger he was then me which always feels exciting.
I asked him to lay down on the bed and i touched and kissed his body. I even licked his nipples which i don’t usually do in session and i bit his shoulder. Our kisses became more passionate although still tender. He grabbed my breasts and kissed them and grabbed my bottom. I told him that i liked how tender he was with me but that he could be a little rough too and i would probably like that. His cock was against my belly so close to my vulva. My desire was so strong for him and i craved for a moment to feel him inside me without a condom although i wouldn’t do that. I asked him if he wanted me to massage him or if he just wanted to devour me first. He said he wanted to devour me. I asked if he was ready for me to take my panties off and he said yes so i sat up, took them off and layed next to him. We continued kissing and he touched my vulva. I was very wet and he was able to finger me which almost immediately made me feel very close to orgasm. I made lots of high pitched sounds.
I was so turned on i was overcome with desire to feel his huge cock in my mouth. I asked him if he had been with many escorts since i thought i was perhaps the only one. He said “not really” which wasn’t very comforting but i went down on him anyway. He looked and felt perfectly healthy to me. When i’m bleeding i become more sensual and just adore sucking cock. He was such a perfect specimen too. I thought that if i had met him at a bar and gone home with him i would definitely want to go down on him. Not that i have ever done that. Ive actually never met a man at a bar but if i were going to pick a man up like that i would hope they looked like R. So for the first time in my short career as a tantric sexual priestess i went down on a man purely because i wanted to, for my own pleasure and desire. I licked him and sucked on his perfect balls and i rubbed him on my lips and teased him and then sucked on him and went down as far as i could. He didn’t taste like anything which was good to me. I didn’t taste any pre-cum.
When i came up i asked him if he would like me to continue or to put on a condom. He asked me to put on a condom. I grabbed the large one i had put on the bottom of the nightstand and after licking him a little more i put it on along with a lot of lube. I began rubbing myself against him and told him he had to go slow because i really wanted to enjoy him. We kissed for a while while he touched and kissed my breasts and touched and grabbed my bottom while i rubbed him against my vulva and took my time putting him inside me. When he finally slid in i gasped in pleasure. He was so big and felt so good. I had to make sounds in order to take him in it was so intense. It felt so good i felt like i could orgasm.
He said he wanted to be on top and he rolled us over while he managed to stay inside me so gracefully. He started pounding into me really hard and deep and although it felt good it was a little too deep. That is when i kind of lost control of the experience completely overcome by his passion to devour me. He put one of my little feet up on his shoulder and pounded into me. The position was a little awkward and a little too deep. I should have told him not to go so deep yet, i wasn’t warmed up enough yet, but i was still feeling a bit shy. I tried to stop him to put my other foot on his shoulder so that he could hit my g-spot but when i did that he looked down and said that i had poured out blood. We stopped for a moment and i looked down to see a puddle of bright red blood on the white sheets. “It’s just blood” i said “why don’t you take me from behind” I suggested trying to distract him. It worked for a minute or two but i was afraid he was going to cum like that and i still wanted to cum so i asked him if i could be on top again. He said there is just too much blood and we had to stop since he didn’t want to destroy the hotel room. He pulled out of me with his cock covered in blood and we went in to the shower.
He looked shocked and horrified. I said i was embarrest as i thought that was the appropriate thing to say. I tried to make light of the situation and said that i’m sure i wasn’t the first one at the hotel to bleed on the sheets. He wasn’t smiling. After we came out of the bathroom we assessed the damage. It was pretty bad. Not only was there a puddle of blood but bright red blood was splattered all around the white sheets. He layed a towel down. I grabbed another towel and layed it down. “They can get you new sheets” I said hopefully. “Yeah but your not the one who has to ask for them,” he said resentfully. He seemed upset, disappointed i sensed. I had to think of a way to salvage the session. We had been having such a great time and his mood had changed dramatically. He was very somber.
I asked if he wanted to try again and he said “No that is definitely enough of that.” I felt a little disappointment but sat down in front of him and said “well this was fun,” putting his semi-hard cock in my mouth. It didn’t seem to be getting any harder so i layed him down. I looked at the situation as a good opportunity to practice my oral sex technique which i actually don’t get to practice often enough. I don’t do it much in sessions and my lovers don’t seem to like it much which has made me wonder if i’m just bad at it and need lots of practice. It’s just one of those things i can’t really get myself to do though unless i’m really into it. I have to really feel inspired to worship a man to get into it. Luckily i felt inspired to worship this man.
Between my mouth and hands i pleasured him for a long time. He made sounds to let me know when i was getting him close to orgasm. I wasn’t too worried about him coming in my mouth since i can tell when a man is getting close like clockwork now but i did say to him to let me know when he is getting going to cum since i want him to cum all over my breasts. As he was getting closer to get him to go over the edge i had to get really into it energetically moving and making sounds myself. He told me twice he was cumming before i took him out of my mouth and rubbed his cock and cum all over my breasts. I even took the large dollop that had landed on his belly and rubbed in on me. He might have thought i was strange to want his cum on me like this but I’m a White Tigress and consider cum a magical fluid with hormones i want and need to keep me young and vibrant. A young healthy man’s cum is like gold to me.
I collapsed on his belly and lay there for a long time telling him to breath in the experience and relax into it. I breathed in the energy from his orgasm and lay there as long as i felt i could get away with before i went and got a warm wash cloth to wash us both up. I told him that was fun for me since i don’t get a chance to do that often. “Really,” he said sarcastically as if he didn’t believe me. I asked him if he wanted a massage and he said yes and i massaged him for about a half hour. At the end of the massage i did some energy work on him putting protection around him and asking the Goddess to protect this one. I thought it was getting really late so i ended the massage and got up to get dressed. I told him he could lie there for as long as he liked. I went into the bathroom to wash my hands and when i came out he was still lying there. He looked dead laying naked surrounded by blood splattered on the white sheets of a hotel bed. It was a bit eerie and a bit funny.
As i got dressed he got up and checked his phone and called the front desk to ask for new sheets. He joked that he would have to tell them that he cut his leg but then decided that they probably wouldn’t ask any questions. “Your a good boy,” I said “you don’t get drunk and destroy hotel rooms i take it.” “Well at least you won’t forget this session anytime soon,” I joked. I suddenly didn’t know what to say. I had wanted to ask him so many things during the session and now he seemed so distracted and far away checking his phone. I caught his eyes and looked at him straight in the eyes for the first time possibly since the bleeding incident. “When i visit North Carolina can I contact you?” “Sure,” he said, “i would like that. I mean i might not answer but you can leave a message…” He walked me to the door and we said a quick goodbye. “Have a great game” I said as i walked out the door and into the hallway a little disoriented.
It was actually earlier then i thought, a little over two and a half hours had passed since i had arrived. I called my partner and driver to pick me up. As i went back down to the lobby i thought that he hadn’t kissed me since the blood incident. It felt like the mood and magic had been broken and i was just doing my best to salvage the session and make sure he had a good experience. I think i had done a stellar job considering everything. I really liked him. I was still swooning over him. When i got in the car with my partner i told him i was in love and then told him about the session on the drive home.
My partner is clairvoyant and when i told him that the bright red blood on the white sheets reminded me of blood on the ice and that i thought perhaps covering him with moon blood was a way to protect him from something worse happening on the ice he agreed. I thought about the experience fondly as i went to sleep that night and woke up in the morning craving R. I sent him a text that read,
“Wow, such an intense experience with you in many ways. That has never happened before with a client. In tantra moon blood is initiatory and healing and magical. My clairvoyant sense is that the Goddess is protecting you from something worse happening to you on the ice.”
He sent back a short, polite, formal text and my partner who is also my diplomat consultant suggested i not write back. I was hoping to see R when i visit my family in North Carolina thinking he was the kind of man i would like to date. I got online and looked him up again and read that he had a wife and a daughter. His daughter is four years old. My heart sunk. Another married man that is the kind of man i would like to date but never seem to meet outside of my work. The vast majority of my clients are married and they are the kind of men i would like to be married to minus hiring escorts. Ive never even met men like this that i know of outside this work. I feel like i often have access to men doing high end companionship that i would never otherwise have access to. Are all the good family men married already? I can’t complain since im enjoying my life and my work but still i want more.