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Rakshasa Boyfriend: Gael (special preview)
🕑 Added 2020-06-04 21:00:01 +0000 UTC“You bet.” Gael grins. As he turns back to the other girls you see a dissatisfied look on their faces, but they continue to steal his attention regardless. You feel a bit proud of yourself, so you go and get a treat before heading home.
Once home, you hop into the shower. As you’re getting out and starting your skincare you get a text from Gael.
“I’ll be heading your way soon. I’m going to get us some lunch, what would you like?”
You feel guilty now for getting that coconut cream latte and pastry. “Whatever you get. I’ll be happy with it.”
“It’ll probably be sushi.”
“That’s fine. See you soon.”
You get dressed in something comfortable as you wait on Gael to show up. Once he’s at the door and you let him in, you have to gather up the nerve to ask him about the rumor.
“So, what did you get?” You ask as you look into the takeout bag.
“Just the usual.” He comes up behind you, placing his hands around your waist. His lips then brush against the nap of your neck and you turn to putty.
“He-hey now. You reach back and grab his head. “We still have to talk.”
“I know.” He licks your neck. “You just looked yummy.”
You giggle and turn around. “Okay so-” You take in a deep breath. “The lady I was sitting next to said quite a few things about you.”
Gael arches his brow. “Surprising, do go on.”
You nod. “Well, she said that you were a master of tantric sex.”
He gives nothing away, he just listens.
You bite your cheek as you ready yourself for the next part. “She also said that, it was rumored, that you used to do that with your favorites from the class.” You sit and wait for his reaction, wondering if he’ll get angry or nervous about it.
Gael frowns and drops his gaze before he looks back at you. “It was a long time ago,” he murmurs. “I...used to. But that’s one reason I take things slow now. I got too caught up in that. I thought I was some gift to people because of it. I hated the person I was then.” He takes your hand and squeezes it. “I don’t want my relationships to be defined by sex. I want the sex to be something the relationship defines. Hence going slow.”
You sigh with relief. “So you were a slut?” You tease to lighten the mood.
Gael grins. “Don’t slut shame, especially when I could be your slut.”
You snot and can’t stop laughing. “Please, never say that again.”
Gael grabs you by the waist and sets you on the counter. You wrap your arms around him, giggling between kisses. You sit down for lunch, enjoying the sushi that Gael has picked out.
“What exactly is tantric sex?” You ask. “I mean, I’ve heard the term lobbed about for a long time, but I’ve never really known what it was.”
Gael licks the corner of his mouth. “Well,” he chuckles. “It derives from Tantra with is, in a way, a religious and spiritual practice. Most people here know it mainly for the sex aspect.” He inches in closer to you. “It’s all about using everyday things as form of meditation, or at least, entering into it with awareness to achicence personal transformation.”
“Sounds intense,” you murmur.
He nods with a gentle smile. “It very well can be.” He takes his hand and rubs it up your arm. “The idea behind the tantric sex though, is that when you practice it with that connection and awareness, it can be a path towards enligtenment.”
“Is that what you were doing?” You ask shyly.
He chuckles. “I thought I was. I now realize I was only into it for selfish reasons.” His hand smooths back down your arm. “Tantric sex is very slow, very intimate. It’s focused more on breathing, touching, eye contact, and that deep intimacy with your partner. Orgasm isn’t the goal of it either, rather the prolonging of it in order to feel a deep all encompassing connection.”
