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My 30 Days of Tantric Sex
My experience with Diana Richardson’s book
A month ago, I had had enough.
Enough of rushed sex, of “let’s just get this over with,” of orgasms as a mandatory finish line, of that nagging feeling that something was always missing. Something deeper. Something I couldn’t name.
And that’s how, in the middle of a sleepless night, I stumbled upon The Heart of Tantric Sex by Diana Richardson.
It wasn’t love at first sight. It was more like a punch to the stomach. That book looked straight at me and said, “You don’t know anything about sex.” And me, as stubborn as I am, decided to prove it wrong.
Spoiler: It was right…
Day 1: The Breath That Made Me Realize I Was Dead Inside
The first lesson was simple: breathing. Sounds obvious, right? But how often do you really breathe during sex? Me, for instance? I used to hold my breath like I was bracing for a jump scare.
Diana teaches that breath is the bridge between body and mind, and without it, sex is just… well, mechanical.
On that first day, I sat on my bed, alone, and breathed.
Not just any breath.
