erotic embodiment
If We Met Again
It begins as if I am dreaming. The air between us is charged, the way it used to hum before a storm. I don’t know if it’s memory or premonition, only that my body recognizes him before my mind does. The space is the same, but something has changed. There is no tension of expectation,…
Read MoreTaking Courage to Slow Down
For years, I experienced sex in a way that felt like I had no real agency over the pace or sequence of events, over how my body was touched and enjoyed, and around my feelings of pleasure, overwhelm, discomfort or whatever felt like too much, not enough, or more of what was just right. The…
Read Moreuntangling desire & trust
I had gone into today’s session with an idea—maybe I would let M. witness me pleasuring myself. He had suggested it last time, and the thought stayed with me. For weeks I imagined myself opening in that way: vibrator in hand, egg inside, body exposed in orgasm before his eyes. But as the day grew…
Read Moresacred tension
My appointment was for Sunday at 1:45 PM—a two-hour massage that became so much more. Before I left the house, I was already inside of the ritual. Showered. Shaved smooth. Oil rubbed sensually all over my body. I rolled fragrance oil down my arms and neck, behind my ears, across my lower back. Sandalwood in…
Read Morethe verge
I’ve gone to the edge of my comfort zone with him, again and again. He invited me there—and I said yes. I invited him there. I invited myself. Willingly. Softly. Sensually. Each time I opened a little more. Embraced more. Received more. Touched more. Trusted more. And in all of it, he was there. Tracking…
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