From Release to Celebration
For years I wrote to release, to empty myself, to understand who I was. Now I write to celebrate. Because lately I am having a wonderful time in my sessions. A truly wonderful time.
And I am not only talking about work. I am talking about real enjoyment. About orgasms that arrive without hurry. About clients who let themselves be guided because they trust my experience. Clients who have learned something simple and revolutionary: not all women like the same things.
There are women who enjoy strong and fast. There are women who enjoy soft, slow, gentle. And understanding that, feeling that, adapting to it… changes everything.
Every day it becomes easier that from the very first session we both enjoy. No scripts. No strange expectations. No absurd pressure.
Presence. Communication. Listening. Rhythm.
I often think about the sexual education we never had. At 10, 11, 12, 13, 14 years old, nobody explained anything. So many sensations and discoveries were hidden or forbidden when our bodies were alive and sensitive.
I come from a place where sexuality was buried, covered and judged. Even today my mother believes I run a brothel and feels outraged. Imagine growing up like that. Thankfully I left early. Thankfully I discovered pleasure, orgasm, the body, permission… by myself.
Because if I had stayed close, I would never have discovered this beautiful profession, nor shaped it in my own way.
I validated myself many years ago.
Before I was a salesperson. I still am. Only now I sell the best product in the world: physical orgasmic pleasure.
Orgasm. Awareness. Bodily freedom.
And whoever judges… is not judging me. They are judging themselves. Because judging pleasure, orgasm, sexuality only shows they have no idea about the incredible world that exists there.
I do. And on my personal scale from one to ten… this is a ten.
I love my work. I love enjoying it. I love earning my living the way I do. And above all, I love feeling that what I do has meaning for me and for the world.
Teaching orgasm. Teaching freedom.
