What It Feels Like to Be Entered by a Conscious Lingam
- Dannyelle & James Tansey
- 1 day ago
- 3 min read
A woman's perspective on healing, surrender, and soul-deep intimacy
She didn’t expect to cry.
But as he entered her, slowly—breath by breath—something deep inside her began to unravel.Not just her body… but her story.
Because this wasn’t just sex. This was a homecoming.
Not All Entry Is the Same
She’d been touched before. Penetrated. Taken. Desired. But rarely… received.
There’s a kind of entry that leaves a woman feeling emptier than before. When he’s in her, but not with her. When the rhythm is right, but the energy is off. When her body says yes, but her soul feels unseen.
She’d faked it. She’d gone quiet. She’d tightened herself to feel something—anything.
And then one day, something shifted.
It wasn’t in the way he kissed her, or how slowly he moved…It was in the space between all of that. It was in his presence. It was in the way he waited.
The Moment He Entered
He pressed gently into her, and paused.
Not to tease. Not to arouse. But to feel.
His breath stayed with hers. His gaze softened. And in that stillness… she felt it.
A rush of safety. A wave of electricity. A slow ache of remembering that her body was sacred, not something to be conquered.
She opened, not out of arousal—but from trust.
Inside Her: What It Really Feels Like
To receive a conscious lingam is to be touched by a man’s soul.
It’s not just the sensation of fullness—but the feeling of being seen, all the way in.
Her walls don’t clench out of fear. They pulse with aliveness.
Her yoni doesn’t brace for the rhythm.She dances with it—slow, primal, fluid.
She feels his devotion in the way he resists rushing. In how he lets her guide him—with the rhythm of her hips, the cry in her throat, the tremble in her thighs.
There are moments she forgets she has a body at all. Moments when she laughs in the middle of a deep thrust, because it feels so safe to let joy move. Moments when tears pour down her face and she doesn’t even know why.
Because she’s not being “fucked”. She’s being felt. And in that feeling…She is healing.
When the Lingam Is Conscious
This kind of man enters not to take, but to serve.
His lingam isn’t a weapon. It’s a wand. An extension of his presence. Guided by breath. Anchored in heart.
And when he’s fully there—not drifting, not performing—his body becomes a mirror.Every stroke tells her: You are safe. You are sacred.I see you.
She can let go. She can be taken—not by him, but by the divine through him.
And the pleasure…? It’s different. Not a sharp climax, but a cosmic softening. An orgasm that starts in her womb and ripples into her chest, her throat, her fingertips, the stars.
Why This Matters
Because women are tired. Tired of being touched by men who aren’t present.Tired of opening to energy that doesn’t honour them.Tired of pretending shallow sex is enough.
And yet—there is a hunger. A deep ache. Not just to be desired… but to be met.
To be entered by a man whose presence is so steady, so grounded, so open, that her entire being responds:
Finally. You made it.
For the Women: Let Yourself Be Felt
You don’t have to open for anyone who isn’t fully there. You don’t have to fake arousal to keep the peace. Your body knows. She remembers what’s real.
Hold out for the man who breathes with you. Who moves with you. Who enters like he’s walking into a temple—because you are one.
And when you find him… Don’t apologise for crying. Or laughing. Or losing your words.
You’re not broken. You’re finally being met.
For the Men: This Is the Invitation
You don’t need to be perfect. You don’t need to know every technique.
But you do need to slow down. To listen. To feel her with more than your hands. To breathe her in—not just her body, but her essence.
When your lingam becomes conscious, when it’s no longer driven by performance or pressure, it becomes a channel—for healing, for love, for truth.
And she will feel it.
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With breath and devotion,
James & Dannyelle
The Wholesome Union
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