The Ommm Nest, Volume One: Strokes of Love
By Shadow Seabourne
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Kirstin’s heart jumped as she approached the door of Mark’s apartment. She was returning to his sacred den and – another blissful stolen moment with this mysterious, amazing man. Her thoughts had been filled with him since their last encounter. Never had a man left her feeling so obsessed, and so addicted. No man had made her feel so incredible.
He smiled as he opened the door and saw her in the doorway. His smile was warm, strong and loving. She felt like a flirty teenager as soon as her eyes met his – she started giggling and twirling her hair. He she looked up into his deep brown eyes, that powerful, sexy gaze that held her, drew her to him. He seemed so tall. He was a little over six feet, with a slim, athletic build and the way he stood – so in his power, so solid – he seemed even taller.
Their eyes connected for a moment as he breathed her in – her blue eyes turned away as she giggled, then returned to his gaze. Her soft, small mouth smiled, her face radiant in his presence. She ran her fingers through her golden blonde hair, which was extended slightly below her shoulders.
She felt like a completely different woman just being in his presence. His solid, grounded, warm, powerful energy was amazing. She felt safe, held, and completely turned on. She felt like she could let that girl inside her out, the one she had to hide from the world of her work, her other life, and everyone else. She could be a real woman around Mark.
She giggled as he reached his arms around her waist, pulling her toward him. Then she looked up into his eyes, feeling herself getting aroused just from his grip around her waist, her lips parting, waiting for his kiss. He waited for a moment, gazing at her, taking in her radiance and feminine beauty. She felt completely seen and appreciated with him. He was always right there in the moment, with her. She felt safe, like everything was taken care of and she could just let go and enjoy herself.
He kissed her and she felt that arousal building quickly. His lips felt so delicious, so soft and sensual, and he kissed her with a confidence, claiming her with his kiss. He let his lips linger on hers for a moment before pulling away and smiling.
With his hand on the small of her back, he led her into his studio apartment. In the apartment was a queen sized bed with a sheer canopy and a bright royal blue patterned silk comforter. He had a large golden patterned pillow on the bed and another on the massage table spread out next to the bed. He led her to the massage table and held her waist. He smiled at her “this evening is for you, remember. Just for you.”
Kirstin loved his voice. He helped her undress and he undressed. This massage didn’t require Mark to undress, and some practitioners believe in the men remaining dressed for the “OM,” but he found his being naked made it feel like a shared experience, making it easier for women to relax and fully release into the moment.
The glow of candlelight filled the room with a warm, soft light. The scent of patchouli, ylang ylang and lavender filled the room, giving the room an earthy, sensual feel. The sound of instrumental music added to the warm, sensual feel of the room. Kirstin felt held, by Mark’s gaze and confidence, and by the scents, sounds and surroundings of his room.
This was Mark’s “Om Nest,” his sanctuary free from the stress and negativity of the outside world. This was a place where he and his guests could let go of everything else and dive into pure sensual and erotic experiences. For women, it was an escape, almost like a fantasy; for Mark, it was like coming home every day to a vacation. The apartment was tiny, but filled entirely with love, spirituality, beauty and connection. It was a nearly perfect physical manifestation of Mark – if he were an apartment, this is how he would be – only bigger.
“Lay face down to start,” he said, guiding her to the table and tossing the pillow to the side. That was for later. Next to the massage table was a piece of furniture covered with a red silken cloth, on top of which was a water diffuser for the scents, some crystals, a bottle of massage oil, a bottle of lube and Mark’s iPhone on timer mode.
Kirstin grew excited, anticipating what this evening had in store for her. She turned to look at him, his gaze penetrating her. She felt so held by him, by his gaze. In these moments with him, he was entirely hers, and she could let herself go and be entirely his.
She lay down on the table, her face resting in the cradle. It felt warm and soft – he had it heated and it felt so comfortable, she could feel herself melting into the table. She felt a tingling electric current running up and down the back of her body as Mark traced his fingers over the back of her body, up her legs, over her butt, up her back and neck, running his fingers and hands through her thick blonde hair. She felt goose bumps rising on her body and a warmth flow through her.
He ran his oiled hands in long strokes over her back, giving her long, strong, powerful healing strokes. His touch felt strong and relaxing, easing her tension while she felt held by this powerful man. His strong hands and fingers found her places of tension and eased them out of her. Kirstin could feel herself surrendering to him.
“Just let yourself go, melt into the table. Feel yourself melting into the earth.” His voice was soft, strong and deep.
“I’m melting, alright,” she teased. “You know what happens when I melt?”
His hands massaged her neck, shoulders and arms. She enjoyed the relaxation, but she was beginning to feel frustrated. She hadn’t come here for a massage – or not the traditional kind, anyway. But his hands did feel really good, and his voice was turning her on.
He slid his hands down the sides of her body, massaging her hips. She rocked her hips in approval. “That’s more like it,” she sighed, feeling the warmth and power of his strong hands holding her hips. She felt a rising warmth in her hips, and she felt herself getting very wet under his touch. “I’m melting like crazy now,” she whispered.
“Just keep relaxing,” he reminded her. “Let that energy flow all through your body. Breathe deeply and keep relaxing.”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
She felt his hands gliding over her legs, feeling that strong, relaxing, masculine touch slowly moving down her legs to her feet. “Keep relaxing,” he reminded her.
He was savoring the feel of her body – every curve and texture. His fingers lingered over her smooth, sleep, sun-kissed body. He loved her body. He loved every woman’s body, and tonight he was completely in love with hers – her slim frame, rounded hips and smooth, soft back. She had firmness in her muscles that told him she exercised, but a softness that let him know she didn’t take her exercise to the extreme, that she also appreciated softer, finer pleasures.
“I love your body,” he whispered deeply, sending a tingling sensation down her spine. “It’s the body of a woman who loves life. A body that’s out there enjoying life and that savors the finer pleasures. It’s this beautiful balance. It’s amazing.”
Kirstin never felt so good about her body as she did when she was with Mark. Everything he did, from his gaze, to his touch, to the things he said and the way he held her, showed her how much he loved her body. She felt radiant around him, and it made her want to show him more, to flaunt her body for him.
“You make me feel so sexy.”
“I want you to feel sexier than you’ve ever felt.”
“I do.”
“Because what’s going to happen might be a little edgy and vulnerable. I’m going to get a real eyeful of you, and I want you to feel sexy, feel me savoring the most sacred parts of you.”
She moaned approvingly as he slid his hands up the insides of her thighs. “I can’t wait,” she sighed.
He drew his hand underneath her, lightly running his fingers through the soft hair of her pussy. She arched her hips. He ran his fingers lightly over her butt, sliding his fingers up and down her crack. He felt her goose bumps grow more intense.
“Your goose bumps are growing.”
“My clit is about to explode.”
He ran his fingers deeper into her crack, teasing every part of her butt. She felt electric currents running through her body, everything he did felt delicious. She felt herself breathing heavily as his touch brought out her arousal.
“Breathe deeply, my love. Slowly. Deeply.” His voice made her arousal even more intense. It was all she could do to follow his command to breathe and relax.
Mark lightly drew his finger around her asshole and he lightly moaned in delight at the sensation. Kirstin rocked her hips in a circle in rhythm to his touch. She forced herself to breathe slowly and deeply. She had never let a man get anywhere near this part of her before, but it felt so good opening up to this man and his touch felt amazing. She sighed, a drawn-out, high-pitched sigh as the wave of arousal and pleasure moved through her body, then made herself take a deep breath and slowly exhale.
“That’s right,” Mark said as she exhaled, “ride those waves and keep breathing. I love your sexy little asshole. It feels so good having my finger on your asshole like this.”
“Mmm hmmm,” she sighed, feeling even more turned on as he spoke.
He dripped massage oil over his hand, wetting his finger and dripping oil over her asshole. He slid half his finger inside. She hugged his finger, she felt hot and tight around him. It felt beautiful.
She sighed, a more urgent, high-pitched sigh. His touch was intense. It felt so exciting, so taboo and surprisingly enjoyable. Her asshole tingled with excitement and pleasure around his finger. As he swirled his finger, she felt the energy moving from her asshole to her pussy. The energy of the moment was bringing her to higher and higher levels. She swirled her hips more vigorously in rhythm with his finger as he swirled his finger insider her asshole.
He dripped more oil and slid his finger all the way in. She moaned deeply, rocking her ass in rhythm to his swirling, thrusting movement. The pleasure built through her ass, through her pussy. She moaned deeply and he matched her moan, his voice carrying her higher.
It was so naughty – she loved opening up to him, doing something she would never do, and that excitement drover her further to the precipice. It felt so fucking good being bad with this man.
“Trying to breathe,” she said between sighs of pleasure. “God, I’m fucking close. Let me come, baby.”
“You want to come with my finger in your ass, baby?” He swirled his finger more quickly and ran his fingers over her ass as she grinded her hips. Then he reached his other hand around and ran his fingers gently over her pussy. “It feels so naughty, doesn’t it? Getting off from me in your tight, hot, yummy little asshole. So naughty and so good, isn’t it? You can’t help but come like this, come with me all up in your sexy little asshole.”
The taboo excitement, the buildup, and the intensity of the moment made any additional stimulation unnecessary. She let her pent-up arousal go and felt the orgasmic wave flow through her, rocking her hips in silent intensity. Mark moaned as he felt her asshole contract rhythmically around his finger. “That’s right, baby,” he commanded. “Keep coming. Come hard with my finger all up in your sexy little asshole, baby.”
The intense wave rushed through her and Kirstin screamed in delight as she regained her breath. As her orgasm subsided, he removed his finger, held her hips and kissed the back of her neck. “You come so beautifully,” he whispered.
She was amazed at the things he was doing to her. He made her come from playing with her asshole – he barely touched her! How was he doing this? Everything just happened so easily and naturally with him, and felt glorious.
She glanced over at him as he washed his hands at the sink. His body looked amazing in the shadows of the candlelight - tall, slim, toned – and cock was still somewhat aroused from their experience. She wanted to climb off the massage table and attack him, just take his body, he had her turned on so badly. But she restrained herself, instead acknowledging him with a catcall whistle and a wink.
Mark returned, gripped her firmly by the waist and turned her over. He smiled devilishly as he gazed at her. “If you think your clit is about to explode now, just wait. Your clit is going to get a lot of attention tonight.”
She moaned in anticipation as Mark began massaging her thighs, calves and feet. Then he ran his fingers up the sides of her body, sending shivers of delight through her body as he gently traced his fingers around her breasts, lightly touching in circles around her breasts. His touch had her feeling radiant. His fingers lightly traced around her nipples.
“When I stroke you here, it feels like I’m stroking you down there, doesn’t it? You’re feeling it in your clit right now, aren’t you, like I’m stroking your clit.” Her energy rose as he continued running his fingers around the edge of her nipples. “You’re imagining me stroking your clit now, how good it’s going to feel to have your clit stroked, aren’t you?”
Kirstin nodded as her body followed his command. She had always been very sensitive when it came to her nipples, but this was feeling like a new level of arousal. She was feeling his touch on her pussy, even though his fingers were only stroking her nipples. She moaned with excitement as she thrust her hips. She couldn’t believe the things this man could do to her. His voice, his touch, his presence, his power turned her on in ways she never knew were possible. Like his fingering her asshole, and now his stroking her nipples.
“You can feel yourself getting so turned on down there, feeling your clit getting so turned on, feel yourself getting ready to come. You’re going to come, aren’t you, baby? You’re just right there, ready to come, aren’t you?”
“Uh huh,” she was breathing heavily. She felt the wave cresting. He wasn’t telling her to breathe slowly or to relax, he was telling her to come and her body was obeying him. She rocked her hips to the rhythm of his stroking of her nipples, feeling the sensation around her clit.
“You want to come so badly, don’t you?”
She moaned in agreement.
“You can’t wait any longer, can you?”
She shook her head back and forth and let out a scream.
“Come for me baby! Come now, baby!” She let the wave rush through her – how was he doing this?
He drew his hands slowly down the front of her body as the orgasmic waves moved through her.
“Wow, Mark,” she sighed.
“This is all you, baby. You’re doing all of this. I just give you permission.”
“Fucking Jedi,” she sighed.
He squeezed her thighs and her hips firmly. “Breathe slowly and deeply,” he said in a calm voice. “Feel your connection to the table, which is connected to the floor, which is connected to the earth.” He slid a small towel under her butt and placed a large throw pillow under her knees. He stood to her right and gently butterflied her legs open.
He ran his hands over her inner thighs and over her hips, bringing his face between her knees. “You have a gorgeous pussy,” he said in a deep, relaxed voice that seemed to resonate with Kirstin’s clit. He ran his fingers lightly through the hair of her pussy. “Such soft, light hair. I love the way it tickles my fingers. This soft, warm oval, it feels like home.”
She felt vulnerable having Mark pay such close attention to her pussy, but this vulnerability wasn’t scary, it felt sexy and inspiring. She felt her arousal build as she enjoyed the feel of his fingers running through her pubic hair, caressing her mound.
He traced two of his fingers around her outer lips and moaned with satisfaction. “Soft, warm lips, opening up for me. This deep purple, so inviting.” She felt a little shock of pleasure coarse through her as he gently pinched her outer lips, opening them out slightly. She felt like her pussy was being gently undressed and she surrendered to his touch, to the vulnerability of the moment. He brought his finger to the opening of her pussy, playing with the opening, wetting his finger. She sighed with excitement.
“Breathe slowly and deeply,” he reminded her.
She moaned when she felt the tingling through her pussy as he traced his wet finger around her inner lips. She reminded herself to breathe.
“You feel so soft, warm, welcoming,” he said in that deep, low voice that drove her crazy. He traced in a gentle circle over her lips. His touch pulled her clit and she jumped slightly each time his touch ran over her clit. She strained to keep breathing slowly and deeply as she felt her arousal climbing.
Mark kissed her between her breasts, then turned to the phone and lube behind him. He set the timer on the phone for fifteen minutes and put lube on his right thumb and left forefinger. He slid his right hand under her butt and hooked his thumb into the base of the opening of her pussy. She moaned, every touch was sending her right to the edge, she felt completely aroused.
Mark traced his left finger up the inside of her lips, up to her clit. She let out a staccato scream as his thumb and middle finger pulled back her hood and he hooked his forefinger, finding that electric spot on the side of her clit, that one o’clock spot. He began stroking that spot with steady strokes.
Kirstin had been aching for his touch, and the intensity of his stroke sent her straight over the edge. She screamed powerfully as she released her pent-up yearning for his touch. He leaned forward and kissed her between her breasts as he continued his stroke. “Keep breathing, baby girl, you’ve got a long ride ahead of you.”
That voice! It seemed to reverberate right through his finger and straight into the most sensitive part of her clit. The electric jolt going through her body was intense. She was wondering if she would be able to handle this touch, or have to tell him to stop, maybe work up to more later.
“Breathe,” he said more firmly, and this time, she responded. “Bring that energy up your spine, feel that orgasm going from my finger, up your clit, right up your spine all the way to the top of your head. Breathe extra deep.”
She felt the energy moving up her spine, and the intensity in her clit dissipated, becoming more bearable as the tingling pulsated through her body. She felt so alive, so invigorated, her whole body being turned on, a pulsating, tingling rush throughout her body with every stroke of his finger.
“Feel that spot where the tip of my finger is just touching your clit, where I’m stroking you,” Mark said in that deep, low voice that seemed to reverberate in her clit. “Notice what you’re feeling right there.”
Kirstin felt into that electric touch, the beauty of his stroke, remembering to breathe deeply as she felt more of that touch, felt that burning arousal building again. The arousal built up even faster as his stroke became lighter, quicker and shorter. It felt enlivening – she came joyfully in a laughing, screaming orgasm.
Mark drank in her energy – that natural, open, feminine sexiness. Kirsten was full of her natural energy, far away from the stressed, unhappy, sexually frustrated, nervous wife finding a stolen moment with a forbidden lover. The anxious woman he first met was gone now, replaced with this joyful, radiant woman. He breathed in her energy, letting her natural sexual energy penetrate his heart and renew his spirit. These were the moments he lived for, this is why he created his secret nest – to have a place where women could rediscover their feminine sexual nature.
Her clit felt buttery, warm and electric as he stroked her, stroking her with those light, quick strokes, and felt her joyful orgasm melt through her body and into his touch. Her clit was welcoming his touch, loving him back with soft, magnetic warmth.
Kirstin focused on her clit, that point he was stroking so beautifully. It felt warm and tingly. Her clit felt full, swelling to meet his touch. The waves of her orgasm kept rippling through her, it felt so cleansing, she felt so new. She wasn’t the sad, angry, guilty wife hiding her desires from the world, she felt beautiful, natural, deserving of her joy and pleasure, and grateful for this amazing man who was giving her this gift.
He changed his stroke, slowing the speed and increasing the pressure until he was stroking at medium speed, medium pressure, and a medium length stroke. It felt like the center to Mark; it felt like home. He felt her body quake under his touch. “I feel that power going through all your body, like your whole body is getting ready to come completely for me.” She moaned in agreement and he moaned in reply. “Keep breathing and letting your body rev up with all that sexy, primal power until your whole body is ready come.”
Kirstin forced herself to breathe deeply as he felt her body quaking even more powerfully. Every muscle in her body was driving her inexorably higher. He kissed her between her breasts, holding his lips over her heart as he felt into his heart as her body trembled powerfully. She let out a scream from the deepest part of her being – that center of herself, that part of her which has been with her from the beginning of time.
He lightly caressed along the entire left face of her clit, from twelve o’clock at the top, past three o’clock, all the way to six o’clock at the bottom. A long, light, medium speed stroke down the left side of her clit, stroking lightly, inviting her clit to reach out to him as her body continued to tremble in primal ecstasy. She lost all reasoning, all thought – her entire body and soul were in rapture.
“The way you are coming so completely, it’s like you are the orgasm, like every part of you is part of this giant, amazing orgasm. You are that orgasm. Feel that. Be that.”
Mark began reaching his finger past the base of her clit, massaging below her clit with a short stroke, medium speed and medium pressure. He was beckoning her clit to him as her full-body earthquake began to subside. “You are an absolutely beautiful, amazing woman, Kirstin. I love how beautifully your body is responding, how you’re whole body’s responding so incredibly, so beautifully to my touch.”
She felt her body again as the trembling subsided and she welcomed more of him. How could one man, with one finger, bring this out in her? It felt magical, and her clit reached for more.
Mark moved his stroke back up to that spot of intense sensation on her clit and stopped stroking, instead pressing ever so gradually into the spot, pressing into her clit by the thinnest of slices, tiniest of bit by tiniest of bit. He felt a surge of energy rush through his body as she screamed uncontrollably, and he held that spot, savoring that electricity.
He eased up on his pressure and began stroking with her subtle, medium-speed strokes, feeling her sensation increase. She began panting, the intensity of the sensation building quickly, flowing through her entire body. “Breathe, baby,” he reminded her. “Let it just flow and carry you along as it builds.”
Kirstin was far beyond trying to make her body do anything. She was riding the energy wherever Mark wanted to take it – peaks and valleys were blending into each other, into an undulating wave of pleasure, a continuous orgasmic wave.
Mark quickened his strokes, driving her pleasure, intensifying her energy. Then he paused, tempting her, teasing her. Then he stroked again, quick, powerful strokes, and paused, feeling her anticipation. He breathed in her orgasmic energy and felt the tingling in his own body as he stroked her quickly again, then pressed firmly into her clit, pushing the energy back into her body.
“Breathe that intensity into your body,” he said, pressing steadily. “Feel it flow all through you as you feel my touch and feel your body against the table.”
Mark slid his finger down the left side of her clit, to three o’clock, and stroked with firm, loving strokes. He moaned tenderly, kissing her between her breasts as she savored his touch like a warm, wet kiss. He slid his finger further down and slightly off her clit, finding a soft, welcoming spot which he massaged with a heavy, earthy stroke.
She moaned deeply and his voice echoed her moans as they felt deeply into each other, releasing into the moment. “I love stroking your clit, feeling you so soft and welcoming,” he whispered in a deep, primal tone. “Feeling your clit explode for me, feeling you come so fucking hard for me.” She moaned in agreement. “Your clit is ready to explode again for me,” he whispered as he continued his deep, heavy strokes against her. “Come hard for me now, baby. Come now.” She exploded in response to him – his voice alone was driving her over the edge, and his touch felt glorious.
He slid his finger back to one o’clock, stroking her evenly as he slid his right thumb all the way into her, pressing into her wall as he slid it back and forth over her front wall. Her body shook. She was so awakened from the experience everything was aroused. He could feel he g-spot fully aroused and ready.
“You’re going to explode like never before,” he said deeply, smiling down on her as he gathered lube around his first two fingers and slid them into her. He hardly needed the lube, her entire pussy was soaking wet from the experience. He felt a wave of warmth and desire flow through him. Her pussy was warm, wet and welcoming – embracing his fingers, loving his touch.
She moaned in excitement and relief. Her pussy was aching to be filled – all that intense attention on her clit was making the void even more intense. She welcomed his touch, rocking her hips and shaking in joyful pleasure.
He continued lightly stroking her clit as he curled his fingers over her g-spot, massaging her with that deadly “come hither” stroke. “You’re filling up now, getting ready to have the most incredible release, the most powerful release, like a dam getting ready to burst.”
He looked down at this beautiful woman in front of him. The timer went off, and he ignored it. The traditional “OM” process was too constraining for him. He liked to venture from the “recipe” and flow with the energy of the moment – and she was ready for more. He whispered in her hear as he continued stroking her clit and her pussy. “If you feel like you’re going to pee, bear down, imagine yourself giving birth to your orgasm. I’ve got you. Just think about giving birth to your orgasm. I’ve got you.”
She felt so safe and held with him. He had already given her more amazing pleasure and experiences than she knew possible, effortlessly breaking down barriers and opening her up to new realities. She trusted him completely. She felt that feeling like she had to pee and she opened up and pressed into that feeling, moaning intensely.
In her past, Kirstin would clamp up at this point and stop herself. She had resigned herself to being a “clitoral girl,” that she just wasn’t capable of squirting. In this moment, she knew she could squirt, and she was going to squirt all over this incredible man.
“That’s right baby, keep going. Fucking come all over me.” His voice and caress urged her on and Kirstin felt herself let go into a soul-shaking, full-body release as she released a warm spray over Mark’s arm and the massage table. The wave of release continued as she kept coming, kept releasing. Her joyful screams of pleasure shook the room as she released completely and melted into the table, her chest heaving with joy and fulfillment. Once again, he had taken her someplace she never thought was possible for her.
After a few moments, Mark cupped his hands over her pussy, which was now a soft, welcoming, wet pillow – the pussy of a completely happy, ecstatic, deeply satisfied woman. He pressed his palm against her pussy and clit, feeling her ground into him. He felt her release and relax, melting into the table as she settled into a moment of bliss and peace like she had never known before.
She was glowing, radiating the blissful, beautiful energy of a fulfilled woman. She was free from the stress and conflicts of her life. Now she was a goddess. Kirstin had never felt so beautiful, so radiant and so relaxed in her life. Mark kissed her deeply on her lips, wrapping his arms around her. She held him tightly around his neck.
“My God, Mark, you are incredible,” she shouted joyfully. “You’ve – you’ve made a woman out of me.”
“No, Mark whispered. “This is who you always were. I just invited her out of you.”
She kissed him hard. In a few minutes, she would have to leave, return to her marriage, which felt all the more disappointing after this mind-blowing experience. She would have the face her complicated, stressful everyday life. But for now, she savored this moment of peace in Mark’s OM Nest, knowing that there would be more visits and more experiences to come with this incredible, mysterious, surprising man.