The weekend before this last weekend, I was stumbling around the bright lights, blaring music, clothing-limited but not optional, LA convention center for the second-most pornified convention I’d ever been to, when the phone rang. It was my main man, who himself was at an expo, only his was new-agey and all zen-like and stuff. Even though I couldn’t make out all the words he was saying to me over my cell phone in the loud, sex-crazed expo hall, he seemed to be radiating bliss across the wire.

“I met this great couple,” he started, which immediately made me think he was calling to tell me about a threesome he was asking my permission to engage in while I was across the country.

I watched a woman practice giving some pretty awful head to a double-sided dildo as he continued with the conversation. “They’re this Tantra couple,” he said. “I really felt like I clicked with them. And they’re doing a workshop in New York next weekend, and I want you to go with me.”

My man and I had talked, FOR YEARS, about exploring the the practice of Tantra in our sex lives, but up until that moment we had not actually done anything to make it happen. But when he told me who was teaching the workshop in New York the next weekend, I knew we were about to stop talking, and start well, breathing..or whatever you do in Tantric sex.

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