As part of my morning routine after waking I will meditate for at least 5 minutes, this is before I use the bathroom or leave my bedroom. On this particular day I was super stressed and could think of nothing else but just to sit. I meditated in the shower for 30 minutes. Then later sat on the floor in my room and mediated for another 30 minutes. Started to feel better after some profound revelations with tears that followed.
Later, stress crept up and found I could use 20 minutes of another meditation session but this time blindfolded. Lying on my bed with a looped song of Tibetan bowls fed through my earbuds, I settled. A few minutes into the singing bowls I could start to feel a vibration in my sacral and solar plexus chakras. The circular humming and the striking of the bowl had me in a deep state. I had a desire of wanting my own singing bowl above my stomach on my solar plexus chakra area; I wanted to feel the vibrations on me. While deep in my sacred meditative space, thoughts of him entered. I smiled. Fucking delicious. His image appears and whispers, "How may I assist?" All I can think of is, yes I am stressed and I am willing to receive; you may assist. I could use the bowl as a tool for him. Guide him. Now with him kneeling in between my legs the image of my clothing vanishes. My legs, now bare, are bent at the knees with feet flat on the bed. I can feel his hot breath at my exposed pussy. I'm getting wet. The cold hard metal bowl is a nice contrast to my soft warm skin. With the bowl on me, I slowly drag the mallet near the rim of the bowl clockwise. He looks up at me and smiles. As I circle the bowl with the mallet making it sing, he takes his fingers and presses gently onto my pussy. With every rotation the mallet makes around the singing bowl, he circles my vulva with his fingers. A soft moan escapes me as the bowl continues to sing. As he's smearing my wetness all around my pussy and encircling my clit, I'm having a hard time holding the mallet firmly against the bowl. He's picked up on the cues, when I speed up the mallet his fingers pick up the pace. So if, when I circle the mallet faster and he quickens his circling fingers, what will happen when I strike the mallet against the bowl? As the bowl is still singing I draw the mallet up and hit it lightly against the side of the bowl. The gong vibrates. Without hesitation he stops his circles gently plunging one finger inside me. I quiver and smile at his understanding. Bringing the mallet back to the edge of the bowl I circle slowly. His now wet finger slides out of me and back with his other fingers to the rest of my aching pussy. Slowly matching my pace; a dance. He's actually becoming an extension of the bowl. When I glide the mallet quickly, his fingers glide quickly around my pussy. When I slow down, he slows his pace, caressing his fingers in between my wet folds. Without warning I strike the bowl. I mew from my throat as two of his fingers this time plunge deeply inside me. I see what he's doing. I return, making the bowl sing. As he returns matching my pace, circling every slippery part of my pussy. Sliding all over me, his fingers work me in circles. I can't help but strike the bowl again. This time three fingers dive into my warm, wet, tight cunt. My vaginal muscles squeeze his fingers, wanting to pull him in deeply. I gong again; with his fingers already inside me, he sinks deeper. I moan as I don't want him to leave my tight canal. His fingers gradually slide out of me dragging my wetness with him. I hesitantly start making the bowl sing again. He stops suddenly, pulling back his hands placing them under my round ass. He replaces his fingers with his eager tongue. Encircling my clit matching my rotation and plunging inside me every time I strike the bowl. I'm having a hard time concentrating on the bowl making it sing, when I'm wanting to sing myself. The more he's gripping, pinching and pulling on my ass I know he wants to plunge his hard dick inside my soaked pussy. I stop circling the mallet on the bowl. While the vibrating tones fade, I place the mallet inside the bowl. I see his head come up to look. Taking a cue from the bowl he scoots back and comes up on his knees. Pulling himself close to my exposed glistening pussy, he smiles at me then his eyes dart back at the quiet bowl. I take his lead. I pick the mallet up and strike the side this time first. Just as the sound of the gong is made he, pops the tip of his throbbing cock inside me. I lose my breath and squeeze around him. I drag the mallet now around the bowl. He pulls out; slowly smears his wet head around my pussy, matching my pace. I strike the bowl and he plunges inside me deeper this time, holding himself still, while watching me. He's testing me. He knows I can't hold out much longer. I smile and run the rim in circles; reluctantly he pulls out. Now he's circling right around my opening, he's teasing me. He wants me to call it. I keep the mallet going in circles. Now he's pressing up against my clit. He knows the side of me that pushes me over the edge and goes directly to that spot. I'm so close to coming I need him. I hit the bowl and he pile drives balls deep inside me. As he's pressing himself deeply inside of me he lowers and takes the bowl from me. Instead of the bowl singing and vibrating, I'm now moaning from his vibration. He's pumping himself in my swollen ready to cum pussy and he's pulling my flesh in with his cock with every slow plunge. I can't hold it in so I wrap my legs around him to pull him deeper in me and hold onto him while I'm cumming; I can feel him shoot his hot load inside me. My timer wakes me from my fantasy and my meditation is now over. I remove the earbuds and blindfold and get up to grab my singing bowl. I drag the mallet just below the rim and get the bowl to start singing; I feel a definite vibration in my stomach. And when I strike the mallet against the side of the bowl, my pussy throbs.
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