Exquisitely anticipatory, I mostly just lie there tingling as my masseuse runs his fingers through my hair, rubbing my scalp, tracing a finger down my neck, caressing my cheek as he starts to work the knots out of my body.

I have time to “drop in” to my body, to notice the sensations and emotions happening to me in tangent. I get to notice when my arousal kicks in (sometimes it’s before the session starts, sometimes it’s over an hour in) and I get to choose how I let that arousal flow through me. I get to feel myself pulsing, trembling, heart quickening, sweat forming.

With my eyes closed I just revel in sensation, noticing how each part of my body responds to my masseuse’s touch. My breasts, my stomach, my thighs, how I find myself wanting my p*ssy to be touched well before he even gets there. And that when it gets to that point, my whole body is already buzzing and electric and open. Nothing exists in that moment other than my body and those hands on me.

It’s not about looking for a release from that sensation. Mostly I don’t WANT a release from those sensations… because I want to keep that energy in my body all day. I want to be able to tap into that embodied arousal for hours after. To get that buzz throughout my day.

Everything is more fun, aroused. Traffic jams? Fun. Watching your kids play in the park? More fun. Cooking dinner? More fun.

My energy changes, my demeanor changes, my productivity skyrockets, my ability to connect with others improves, and my mood…. Ahhh, my mood… try wiping the stupid grin from my face, I dare you!

Is it easy to find a reputable practitioner who will provide this service to women? Not especially. Is it impossible? Nope! Is it worth the effort? HELL YES!

Erotic, loving, soothing and healing…. Trauma releasing, attachment soothing, oxytocin releasing….

Erotic massage, people… get to it!

Love you!