For years, I wrote to vent. To unload. To make sense of myself. Now, I write to celebrate. Because lately, I’ve been having the time of my life in my sessions. Like, seriously—I’m having a blast.
And I’m not just talking about work; I’m talking about pure, raw enjoyment. Orgasms that arrive in their own sweet time. Clients who just let go because they trust my expertise. Clients who have finally grasped something so simple yet so revolutionary: it’s not one-size-fits-all. Some women like it fast and intense. Others, like me, prefer it soft, slow, and steady. Once you understand that—once you feel it and lean into it—everything changes.
It’s becoming so easy to just enjoy each other from the very first session. No script. No weird expectations. None of that “do X to get Y” pressure. Forget that.
Just presence. Communication. Listening. G-spots. Rhythm.
I think a lot about the sex ed we never had. I mean, how? At 10, 11, 12, 13… nobody tells you anything. I’m convinced that at that age, if you’d been touched just right, you could have climaxed. There’s so much we weren’t allowed to explore during puberty, when everything is so raw and sensitive.
I come from a place where sexuality was buried. Hidden. Shamed. To this day, my mother thinks I’m running a brothel and is beyond outraged. Imagine growing up in that. Thank God I broke free from that family bubble. Thank God I left home so young and stayed away for so long. Thank God I discovered for myself what an orgasm is—what pleasure, my body, and “giving myself permission” really mean.
Because if I’d stayed close to home, I never would’ve found this amazing profession, let alone built it to my own specs.
My family can try to make me believe my career isn’t valid, or that I’m not—but let’s be real: I validated myself a long time ago.
I used to be a sales rep. I still am. It’s just that now, I sell the best product on Earth: physical, orgasmic bliss.
Orgasms. Awareness. Bodily freedom.
And anyone judging… isn’t judging me. They’re judging themselves. Because judging pleasure and sexuality only shows you haven’t a clue about the incredible world that’s out there. I do. And on my personal scale, from one to ten… this is an eleven.
I love my job. I love enjoying it. I love making a living this way. I absolutely love it! And above all, I love knowing that I’m doing something that makes sense for me and for the world. Teaching the orgasm.
I’m lucky. Truly, incredibly lucky.
