Imagination is powerful, and so is anticipation, as you found with the camera click the last time we were together, yes?
Share your rough, your gentle, the rhythmic spanking and deep kisses. Offer your firm hand to curl around the back of my neck, your palm to press flat to the muscle of my thigh, your long fingers to wander though the waves of my response.
I will allow your touch to lead her, your fingertips to press and circle, hers to repeat. Your hands may travel any path as you attempt to inflame. And all of this, all of the conversation before and the waiting until now, will pull the rise out of my ribs, the tense into my hips and spill the curve of each breast into her warm mouth.
I will joyfully offer my body as a stage, my skin and pulse and limbs in this demonstration of touch.
I will be your gift to give, your earnest attempt to share with her what you see when you are with her.
I will watch as your eyes lock with hers as you find each other over me, through me.
I will model your lover, will open and give just as she does when you claim her as your woman. I cannot hold back in my role, and won’t as I partake in the epic intimacy you create. Using oil and repetition, take us both to the edge of our minds and bodies; satisfy our human need for the healing power of skin on skin.
Such a creative couple, those two. Her intent? Never interfere, only enhance.
#for Reticent Mental Property. Image courtesy of web.
It will get you everywhere.
Yes, I’m living for all there is. The dormancy you sense is likely just my complacent, predictable and very real life which constrains me with this chosen path, the one I signed up for, the proper, the necessary.
I sit with patience at neighborhood picnics, in meetings, even through beautiful milestones, experiencing what everyone is taken with and yes, bubbling under my silence and calm, I am craving- dying a little bit inside without it- keeping this hunger at bay, this need to let go and get lost in the minutes, the hours of selfishness where I feed and nurture my curious mind and body.
I am grateful because until this point, I have given away everything I should have saved for myself. But no more. And no matter. I blame no one. I make my own choices. I make the best out of the best and learn from the worst, am always learning.
Save your choices for after we meet.
Perhaps all is not what you desire. Perhaps what you imagine is just what you want to see in these words. You don’t really know. You will not know until the time arrives…and even then, let’s just make the most of being in the moment.
That’s all I’m counting on right now, just the beautiful waiting to bloom, the skin waiting to be warmed, the rhythm waiting to be danced.
#for Reticent Mental Property. Image credit to the as-of-today-free-internet.
Wanted: Tantric Demonstration Partner
So rather than formally go to some sort of program/school for certification –and it DOES exist –you are taking the alternative route of providing the basic introduction, and some instruction, for a fee to clients who are not necessarily concerned about a credentialed therapist? Yes.
A portion of the fee goes to your female assistant? Yes, she serves as model for couples sessions and for single males who pay for the experience of sitting within inches of her flesh. She can demonstrate fellatio and other arts if she is capable, willing.
In preparation, your new assistant will likely engage in some training with you as well, for no fee, and it will be fun for both and if they are compatible, everyone has happy endings. Is that correct? Yes.
What do I wear? Whatever you’d like, before. During, nothing.
No typing? None.
A successful tantric experience requires trust- a bond with the partner – and if you want to achieve trust, you’ll need to touch me and I’ll show you how my body and mind responds. Yours is not a question, but Yes.
It was a fantastic working relationship. His hands worked his magic, she fed his clients’ curiosity, and over and over, she rose to his touch -during- and again, after.
# for Reticent Mental Property, November 30, 2013. Photo credit to theguardian.com