Finding your inner peace with Shruti

You show up to the ChiO house right as you were instructed to. Not a minute too early, because just then, the door cracks open and you spot Shruti standing there, bathed by the brights of the ChiO house behind her. She’s dressed in a simple white cotton tee that hugs her figure nicely, and white harem pants below. She looks angelic to you, so much so that even checking her out like this feels impure.

“Alex. Good, you’re wearing white. Follow me,” she says, turning and heading into the depths of the sorority house.

You follow her into the building. It’s awfully quiet inside, silent save for your footfalls. Nobody’s up at this hour. A minute later, you find yourself in a cozy room, a thick rug spread across the ground. Shruti wordlessly lights an incense stick, releasing a woody, spicy aroma into the air.

“I’m surprised that you responded to the call,” she says. “You’re interested in yoga and meditation?”

“Well, the captain of our soccer team practices,” you say. “I figure I could use an extra lesson.”

“Daphne knows a thing or two about stretching, but I would not call it yoga. Especially not my brand of yoga,” Shruti smiles.

“And what brand of yoga would that be?”

“Tantric yoga,” she says. “Are you familiar?”

Oh. This sounds promising.

“Tell me more,” you say.

“The point of tantric yoga is to help one attain enlightenment through the arousal of our chakras and the channeling of kundalini energy,” she says. “Of course, none of us are likely to attain enlightenment in our lifetime. But we can at least move closer to that goal and pray that in our next reincarnation that we may ascend beyond this material plane. Does that make sense?”

You nod, wondering how exactly you’re going to arouse your chakras. Staring at Shruti’s tight body, you’re pretty sure something else is getting aroused at this moment.

“Good. Before we begin, I must first initiate you. Traditionally, a teacher will impart their virya to their student, passing some of their power and virility to their student. But we’ll be doing something slightly different today.”

“Why is that?” you ask.

“If you were to speak Sanskrit, you would know that virya can, among many things, be translated as a man’s semen. You see why it is difficult for me to provide that for you.”

“Huh. That’s a minor problem,” you agree.

“Luckily, I’m sure we can make the reverse work,” Shruti says, keeping her face completely straight.

You can’t tell if she’s jesting or not as she takes a seat, crossing her legs and adopting a meditative pose.

“Mirror my actions,” she says. “We will first begin with tantric meditation. This will be essential for your awakening, and make your seed as potent as possible, so that your initiation may be successful.”

You copy Shruti, sitting across from her with your legs crossed as well, palms balanced above your knees. The room is small, and your knees push up against hers.

“Good. We will begin with breathwork, pranayama. Take a deep breath, and exhale. Let your breath flow freely. Feel your chakras activate.”

You breathe deeply, feeling the faint warmth of Shruti’s breath on your cheeks as you do so.

“Good. Next, we visualize something specific. Pick something striking. Let it occlude the entirety of your mind’s eye. For instance, I often picture the Buddha. But you may pick a more familiar figure, if you are not acquainted with him.”

You see that Shruti has closed her eyes, doubtlessly picturing the Buddha in her mind. You decide to follow Shruti’s suggestion and pick a figure that’s more familiar. You settle on the one right in front of you: Shruti herself. You stare intensely at her, tracing the sinuous lines of her face, the curve of her bust, and the way her ass sits just so above the ground. Your eyes return to her magnificent breasts, and the way those twin mounds strain against the white fabric of her dress.

“Continue breathing,” Shruti says, her eyes still closed. “Have you focused your mind entirely on your visualization?”

You grunt in the affirmative, not daring to say a word. You. must. remain. totally. focused. on. Shruti’s. tits.

“Good. Your kundalini energy is like a serpent coiled in the base of your spine. Can you feel this spiritual energy awakening?”

It’s getting hot in here. You realize that there is a serpent coiled within you, one that is very rapidly awakening.

“Yes,” you answer, your breath feeling like fire on your next exhalation.

“Good. I sense you are ready,” she says, and before you know it, you feel her hand on your crotch, her fingers tracing the throbbing outline of your cock. Since when did you get this rock hard?

“Stand up,” she commands, and you do. You hardly notice as she pulls your pants down, stroking your cock with her fingers, each pump of her hand seeming to boil your loins further, until you simply can’t take it anymore.

“Feel the energy flow through you. Now release it for me.”

At her last words, you feel yourself spurting, your cum erupting in thick strands. You watch yourself as if at a remove, hot sticky semen coating Shruti’s hand and arm and face, thick globs of jizz leaving their mark on the Indian babe. She smiles beatifically at you, scooping up your cum and tasting it.

“Now this, this is the real power of tantra,” she says. “You have done well.”

You suddenly slump down, exhausted.

“Holy shit. I’m drained. I feel like I’ve just finished the most intense workout,” you say.

“Good tantric meditation is a yoga in itself,” Shruti says. “The word, after all, means unification. And there are many ways to unite.”

“I would be interested in exploring more ways with you,” you say.

“Naturally,” she smiles and nods. “It would be my pleasure to guide you.”

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