Mount Shasta and Pleasure For One

This particular summer night felt almost balmy. Unusual for the mountain. I was 9000 ft up on breathtaking Mount Shasta which can be windy and cold after sun down, even in July . But this evening was still and warm. I had just gotten back from a long hike lasting till evening and my legs were tired. I had visioned being up here with a lover, but our schedules just weren't congruent. I have been up here many summers before, alone and or with a lover and have always felt that it was more than a camp out. The energy of Mount Shasta and our intention created our time on the mountain to be a sacred journey of renewal and rejuvenation. Tonight as I lay alone in my tent feeling my tired body, I felt a longing to be made love to. I opened the flap of my tent to reveal the majestic view of the snow capped mountain in front of me in the distance. Aaah, I imagined her Presence entering me and began to feel intensely aroused by the thought of masturbating in front of her, with her there to witness me in my most private ritual. I began by taking off all my clothes and lying naked atop my bedding. With the mindfulness of mediation, on each inhalation of my breathe, I imagined the mountain entering into my yoni and each exhalation I surrendered to her power. I placed my left hand upon my heart and my right hand on top of my pelvis feeling the subtle undulation with each breathe. I let out a deep sigh of anticipation. I was feeling so aroused, I felt downright “horny” for myself. I reached for my special massage oil out of my nearby pack. I poured some into my hand and warmed the oil in my palm and then began to stroke my heart in a clockwise and circular motion. As my heart flower opened I felt a yummy all-over sensation of warmth of joy and felt aglow with could be only described as romantic love to this mountain. I was flooded with gratitude for this magical life on this exquisite planet. I felt the depth of my Tantric path allowing me to feel held and loved in every moment, especially one as magnificent as this one.

With each breathe my body became more and more aroused. My yoni was pulsing with life and wanting to be touched. I decided to tease my sacred flower and awaken her slowly, as I love my lover’s to do. I began to stroke ever so lightly the top surface of my pubic hair. The fullness of my mound with her thick mostly dark, wild and unruly hair made me beam with pride. I had cultivated this chaos upon my body, never waivering in the midst of a shaven and trimmed culture, to allow her to be her supremely unbridled self! Yay. For me this felt like my own personal Feminine Empowerment. Getting myself off was starting to feel exquisitely empowering, which was making me extremely wet.

I began to slowly tug at the tips of my pubic hair, awakening the gazillions of nerve endings on the inner lip of my swollen labia majora. I took a deep inhale and could smell the subtle musky scent of my yoni united with the sweet fragrance of the warm mountain night. My exhalation this time came out with a sound that sounded part purr and part growl. Ah my Jaguar Priestess had been released. Perhaps not as much as when I am with a lover, riding his sacred lingham into the total abandonment of the self, merging with the One while ever revealing my soul into the darkest part my shadow and into the brightest beam of my light, but enough to make this ritual an engaging and arousing interplay, between yoni and my expert digits.

I could wait no longer, and insisted that I enter the door of my pulsing temple. Mmmmm, she was slippery and wet. I wanted to taste her and so I did, lifting my drenched middle finger, appropriately the fire finger according to esoteric sciences, to my lips. Her flavors were extraordinarily sweet as I had been mostly fasting, eating only organic fruits and deliberately drinking as much water from her bubbling spring at Panther Meadow as was possible, and then drinking a bit more. Often I would drink so much of her healing and abundant waters, that I would continue to drink even while peeing on her grassy banks. This is often my cleansing ritual that I do every year, living wildly in the woods, fasting, meditating and communing with the stillness of the mountain.

I was feeling enthralled with the exquisite tapestry of turn on, so many feelings and sensations like an intricate tapestry of colors.. Here I was feeling turn on, arousal, spiritual connection to all of creation, a personal, in-love and romantic connection with nature and feeling this divine nourishment to my body and soul.

My sensual play lasted for hours until I fell blissfully asleep. I never did climax, not in the usual sense. Instead I held on to this precious energy and used it to super-charge me until the purrfect moment to release made itself known.