“The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.”
- Hunter S. Thompson
There are some sensations and experiences that are specific to slow, deliberate touch.
Parts of oursleves -hungry, desperate, wild parts that can only be coaxed out through the most careful and intentional teasing.
There are few oppurtunities in life where we are allowed to respond to stimulation without thinking of another's pleasure
To follow pleasure as it builds and pulses.
To allow oneself to be lost in that pleasure.
Helples and mindless.
In a place that I have come to think of as the fuck-fog
There is a freedom to the rigid certainty of a professional service.
A freedom to the denial of reciprication. Of having to allow another to gently and firmly pleasure you- because it is their job to do so- without being able to return the favor or perform sexually.
The anonymity and impersonal nature of a provider, carefully and deliberately touching your very personal parts is an erotic thrill.
The word 'Tantra' (Sanskrit: तन्त्र) means to warp, weave, spread and wrap — it is a practice, not an event. A process and a journey with no specific outcome. It can only occur in motion. In time. In deliberatee noticing and re-noticing.
I like to think of myself as a sexual scientist; I explore my subject with curious, non-judgemental touch and enjoy noticing what occurs. Every body is diffirent and everyone likes to be touched in their own way. The thrill is in the details.