Pleasurelit Stories: Energetic Breath Orgasm - Breathgasm

Tune into the Pleasurelit Story 2 on a woman experiencing her first energetic breath orgasm - Breathgams

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Episode Transcript

(00:02):
Welcome back to another episode of Pleasure Lit Stories.
Stories that empower, inspire, and awaken your pleasure
potential, giving you a permission slip to explore

(00:22):
pleasure in various ways, to embody pleasure, to attract
pleasure, and to receive pleasure fully and effortlessly.
Story 2 Breath Gasm The silk of my robe whispered against my

(00:47):
skin as I walked across the room.
The cool heart would floor a familiar comfort beneath my bare
feet. Sunrise was my time, That
magical liminal space where the day is just about to begin and
anything is possible. The morning.

(01:09):
And this morning, the possibility was me.
I will spend years chasing pleasure outside myself,
entangled sheets and whispered promises in a frantic, grasping
hunger for someone else to make me feel complete.
It was a hunger that always leftthe hollow echo.

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But now, at 37, I was done outsourcing my ecstasy.
I was the Creator, the architect.
I was a pleasure being. My body was a temple, and I was
its most devoted worshipper. My sanctuary was ready.

(01:58):
The air was thick with a warm fresh scent of cotton and a
faint hit of Mandarin from the diffuser, along with the scent
of earthy sandwood and light Jasmine from the all I'd
massaged into my skin. The warm sunrise light shining
through the door of my balcony. Soft rhythmic music pulsed at a

(02:25):
frequency felt more than heard. I kneeled on the plush rug in
front of the open door, letting the rope slide from my
shoulders. Oh my.
This alone gave me goosebumps and tingles through my whole
body. The cool morning air kissed my

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skin. Awareness.
That was the first step. I wasn't just a woman on a rug,
I was a collection of sensations, The gentle pressure
of my knees on the wall, the slow, steady beat of my heart,
the whispers of my own breath. I closed my eyes and began as I

(03:10):
got, as the guided meditation instructed in through the nose,
deep down into the belly. I visualized my breath not as
air, but as a liquid honey light.
I drew it in, feeling my diaphragm expand and my ribs

(03:32):
flare. Hold for a count of four.
The energy pulled in my core, a warm swirling vortex, and out
through the mouth a slow sighingrelease.
I let the breath go, imagining it carrying away every thought,

(03:56):
every lingering worry. In and out.
My focus drifted downward to thebase of my spine, the rude
muladhara. I pictured A blazing red vortex
of energy spinning there, a coiled serpent of potential.

(04:20):
With my next inhale, I imagine pulling that light up through my
core, a vertical river of fire. It climbed through my sacrum, my
navel, my solar plexus, each chakra blazing to life as the
energy passed through it. A splash of orange, a brilliant

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yellow, a vibrant, a loving grain.
My breath became the engine. Each inhale stoked the fire.
Each exhale smoothed its past, polished its edges.
I wasn't just breathing. I was fucking the air.

(05:08):
Slow, deep continues union with the energy of the universe
itself. A soft moan escaped my lips.
Unbidden, the sound was absorbedby the music, by the shadows.
The heat was no longer just the visualization.

(05:29):
It was a physical posing realityin my belly, spreading outwards.
My skin hummed with it. My nerves were live wires
sparking with a pleasure so acute it was almost painful in
its intensity. I let my hands drift up my

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thighs, my touch feather light. My fingertips traced the
sensitive skin of my inner arms,my collar bones, the swell of my
breasts. It wasn't to stimulate, but to
map, to feel the energy dancing just beneath the surface.

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The guided voice in my headphones was a distant
movement now, my own body takingover.
The energy reached my heart, anda wave of profound, aching love
washed all over me. For myself, for this vessel that
could feel so much. It climbed higher, a blue light

(06:37):
at my throat and then digital Whirlpool at my third eye, and
then, on a powerful, shuddering inhale, I drew the entire
cascade of coloured light up to the crown of my head and I
burst. It wasn't the sharp, localized

(06:57):
climax I was used to. This was everything.
A silent, wide, hot explosion coming at the top of my skull
and radiating outward in a continuous rolling wave through
every single cell in my body. My back arched off the floor, a

(07:19):
deep moan escaped my throat, my fingers and toes curled
uncontrollably. It was a full body seizure of
bliss, a tidal wave of sensationwith no single point of origin
and no end. I am light.
I am vibration. I am pure pleasure.

(07:42):
The waves kept coming, each one a little less intense but no
less exquisite. My body shredded and trembled,
riding the currents of its own making.
I was crying, I realized, slow, hot tears of relief and awe of
trekking down my cheeks into my hair.

(08:04):
The tension of a lifetime of striving, of performing, of
seeking, melted from my muscles,leaving my bone and weightless.
Leave me boneless and weightless.
On the rock, the final dreamers subsided, leaving behind a deep,
resonant hum. I lay there, utterly spent,

(08:30):
basking in the afterglow. My skin was hypersensitive.
The brush of the rug against my back felt like crushed velvet.
The sunshine behind my closed eyelids was a universe of
swirling galaxies. I had touched something
fundamental. I had not just had an orgasm, I

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had become orgasmic. A slow, deeply satisfied smile
spread across my lips. This was it.
This what? This was what I had been
missing. This was a blueprint.
My hand drifted down my stomach,my fingertips finally, gently

(09:15):
making contact with a swollen, shrubbing core of mine.
The touch was electric, sharp, delightful jolt after the vast
ocean of the energetic release. Oh, oh, my pleasure lit story by

(09:38):
Pleasure Lit Patricia, your pleasure lit educator, muse and
author. Through the Pleasure Lit Way, I
teach you how to embody pleasureeffortlessly, attract abundance,
and fully receive the love, pleasure, and life you desire.
I transformed by exploring over 400 pleasure tools, countless

(10:01):
romantic practices and studying over 20 certifications across
health, sexuality, Tantra, King,Fitness, yoga, education and
business. I created The Pleasure Lit Way
as a unique path that blends real life experiences with multi
award-winning education. You will find the Pleasure Lit

(10:24):
Way within my best selling book,online programs, uncensored
experiences shared within my pleasure lit community space,
and more accessible at pleasurelit.com for anyone
curious to explore the full depth of their pleasure
potential. You are meant to be and live

(10:46):
pleasure lit unapologetically.