How the ancient Indian tradition of Tantra became all about sex and orgasms in the US
It was close to midnight and I was soaking in an oval-shaped pool filled with bubbling hot water fed by an underground thermal spring. Sitting beside me were Mary, a sinewy Vietnamese woman in her twenties, and her partner, a stocky American man who looked twice her age. He called himself Premananda, a moniker given to him by a Hindu priest in the holy city of Varanasi. We were perched at the edge of a sheer cliff from where we had a bird’s eye view of the pounding surf crashing against the big rocks below. The moonlight shimmered on the ripples fanning out from the waters’ edge.