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I Don’t Know What It Means
Here’s something I’ve been carrying for years, something I’ve never really spoken about until now. One of the hardest parts of intimacy with men for me is understanding what their actions mean. I remember one session with M. where I was being massaged and he put his cock in my hand. I felt it there…
Read Morethe rock + the river
We keep moving—between massage and conscious intimacy, between silence and speech, between giving and receiving. We flow back and forth, like river and rock. Our sessions evolve into something co-created, something we shape together each time. This is what I want: not a script, but a landscape to explore. Not a routine, but a ritual.…
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 Moreedges of pleasure
Earlier this week, I was on a little vacation, getting a massage, and something clicked into place. I’ve often wondered if I have a kink around receiving massage—but I’m starting to think it’s not a kink so much as a preference born of wisdom. The truth is, I prefer being touched by men who are…
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