I emptied myself for the second time, this time in my brothers eager mouth. All I could feel was the urge to sit down before my legs turned completely...to jelly.He pulled off, sucking the last of my sweat teen cream as he did. "That was fun," he said standing up. "You taste amazing," then he kissed me, sharing myself with me. It was the sweetest I'd ever tasted it, possibly because it was accompanied by my brother's amazing tongue. The feeling of his tongue mixed with the tickle of his beard got. Our love had prevailed over everythingelse. I understood her and she understood me. "Be true to yourself," wehad often said to each other and to our children.At the second to last pew, I stopped.The person whose arm I held stopped too and looked at me, puzzled.I stared at the bridal party.I stared at the groom, the best man, and the groomsmen.I turned and stared at the congregation. They began to softly murmur.All of them stared back at me.I had killed people with my hands. I had destroyed. Its roots are very old, as long as 7,000 years ago.Tantra shows us how to open fully to our sexual nature and, in the process, learn to love allof who we are. As we practice more ways to feel pleasure and consciously experience ourselvesas sexual beings, we're able to more fully realize our spiritual nature. Sadly, we live in an antiecstaticsociety that doesn't promote joy, pleasure, and ecstasy as worthwhile pursuits.Tantra says these are the only worthwhile pursuits.As part of your Tantric. Near the end of the hallway they enter a small bedroom.Without prompting, she immediately disrobes, folds her few items of clothingand places them neatly in the wardrobe. As she stands before him, shivering,she asks herself what she?s managed to get herself into this time. Immediatelyshe knows the answer: a test of sorts, as always. But am I ready? She doesn?t notice she?s asked the question out loud untilhe responds: if you were not ready, you would not be here. As obvious as thestatement.