I’m a seeker. I am never satisfied with an answer until I’ve investigated for myself. Contentment isn’t something I feel. Believe me, I wish I did… I envy a contended soul.
I have wanderlust of the spirit.
I’m also very aware of the fact that the secret is within—we all are wearing the Ruby Slippers—but I can’t help but continue my search, my longing, my yearning…
It was Abby who suggested I visit Venera, a practioner of a sacred ceremony or ritual loosely based around the art of Tantra. I was sceptical, I always am but as usual, my curiosity and fomo got the better of me and I typed in the clinic name from the card Abby had pressed into my hand.
“You won’t regret it,” she’d said and kissed me on the cheek as she breezed out of our lunch date and back to work.
I’d badgered Abby several times to tell me what the sessions involved, had she been, and what was it like but all she’d text back was, what goes on in Tantra stays in Tantra and so I had to take the leap of faith and clicked on the ‘book appointment now’ link on the very classy website.
It was expensive and it gave me a thrill to spend so much money purely on my own amusement. I justified it by speaking out loud to myself about my spiritual journey and quest for enlightenment but deep down as my pussy clenched, I knew it was all about sex. Sex can be spiritual right? I certainly believe orgasms are… astral planning or soul dancing or wherever the place I go during climax is definitely not of this earth… or even this realm. Fuck I sound mental… let’s hope this Venera is a bit bats too.
So here I am about to embark on some sort of awakening, the start of my erotic massage story. I had no idea...
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