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Date Posted: 19:54:18 01/12/05 Wed I have begun my training. The ultimate goal for me, unclear. But it seems of little consequence. Not the rigid structure I am used to and thrived in. No matter, the very fact that the ultimate purpose and structure are nebulous, gives the journey mystery and allure. How do I satisfy the requirements-so many dates per week, withhoulds and sessions? I am not concerned. I have this feeling it will happen. Since when have I accorded legitimacy to such ephemeral notions? I don't know and I don't care. I just know that they comfort me, like an old friend from my past come to remind me of how I once was, when I lived for the moment to savor each fleeting experience. Three recent dates with three different women, so different, so sensual, so sweet, for me at least. My mind, my body, even my soul, remembers with each a moment when a touch provoked a reaction of pleasure that rebounded through my finger to travel to destinations within me that I cannot divine. But they were real. The delight of giving such pleasure. I do not know if it was received as such, but I felt it as such. My touch was meant to be a gesture of affection and to convey that I care for them. Given without any demand or expectation. A delicate stroke, not the result of forethought or design or training, but little else than a feeling in the moment, can create such magic. This is a new frontier in which the forms are nebulous and the horizon hazy. If I were to seek a metaphor, it would be to an impressionist painting. Stand close to it, and it is nothing more than a series of brush strokes. Stand back, and it conjures a form that shifts with each perspective. That is its magic. Like all good metaphors, it suggests layers of meaning that cannot be summarized, only felt, by both the intellect and emotion. But, it can never be defined. To do so, would destroy the very mystery on which it thrives. A stroke is but a stroke, but what it provokes is so much more. All that seems to matter is to have such moments when you feel yourself at one with the being who trusts your touch. For me, such moments are not just sensual. They are spiritual. It is as if two souls unite, albeit for a fleeting moment, at the temple of pleasure, to enrich each other. The fact that such moments may be fleeting does not denigrate their worth. It makes them all the more precious. I want more of such moments and I will seek them. I have no idea what provoked me to write this and I just felt the need. Must be the training. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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| ahhhh | Raquel | 13:11:31 01/13/05 Thu |
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| beautiful description of what we do! | Kristen | 22:42:24 01/13/05 Thu |
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