“Just Be”

This wonderful gentleman has been waiting over a year to meet me. We tried about a year ago, but he ran into some unexpected family circumstances that prevented him from being able to prioritize his self-care.

I had the pleasure of meeting him last week. He arrived and waited patiently for me. When I was ready, he entered my condo and walked right into my arms, I held him close while I fall to his heart racing against my chest. It was very clear that he was nervous, and I knew that this was his first time in any type of setting related to this experience.

He has been neglecting his self-care and today was all about him. He told me he didn’t need a shower because he freshened up this morning. He wanted to get undressed entirely before we begin our embrace because he didn’t want any trace of my scent on his clothing. I reassured him that I don’t wear perfume as this is Oil based and I will not transfer any sent to him. However, I do respect everyone’s boundaries and I waited for him to slip into something more comfortable

As he was getting more comfortable, he started to explain to me that he felt insecure about his body, he felt that he had pre-ejaculation problems and that he felt insecure about the size of his penis. I reassured him that he is being hard on himself and that none of which he is feeling could be further from the truth. However, I did validate his thoughts and told him that those feelings and insecurities are quite common amongst men, especially with the role that the media and pornography place on the expectations of what a “man” should look like.

I held him close, with the intention of chasing away any of these insecure (and irrational) thoughts. I tried to keep him in the moment with every intention of ensuring that I did not place his value based off of what he believed he looked like, but rather the way he treated me as a person, which was very kind and respectful as a real man should.

As I was holding him running my fingertips all over his body and making him shiver, I firmly grabbed his shoulders and began to release any tension that he was carrying. Eventually, my hands moved down to his rockhard penis, and I started stroking him. He didn’t have any pre-ejaculation problems. He was excited and he was enjoying every sensual touch. I asked him if he could ejaculate a second time and he said he could. We had two hours to spend together, so I knew that I could build him back up. Eventually, he came standing up, and I instructed him to lay face up on the massage table while I retrieve some hot towels to have him cleaned up. Allowing him to relax and fully embrace the release was part of the process.

He did as he was instructed to and I placed the hot towels firmly on his body, allowing him to absorb the warmth before it cooled down quickly.

I took the second towel to clean up the floor, using alcohol for extra sanitization and tossed the towels in the washing machine. While I was doing this, he flipped over face down, so I could give him a world famous Autumn Neo-tantric massage.

I use warm oil on his back to warm him up for round two. I started it on his right side, massaging his legs, his glutes, his lower back and making his way up to his shoulders at the head of the bed and around to his left side, eventually down to the foot of the bed, massaging his feet and making my way up on top of the table. At this point, he had his bum in the air, enjoying every sensual touch around his buttocks and threw his butt cheeks. He was just letting him go.

I slid my breast on his back, but I could tell the body to body wasn’t as enticing as round one. I think he just wanted my hands on his body. So I asked him to flip over.

Face-up he wasn’t hard, but he was enjoying himself. He kept trying to grab his cock to make it hard, but I kept slapping him away. This was symbolic because this was my nonverbal communication to tell him to not worry about getting hard (I wrote a blog about this previously). He kept trying to take control, and I kept taking it away from him, communicating to him that he needed to just let go. I kneeled up on the bed and put my body on top of his to retest my theory as to whether he desired body to body contact but, as I first suspected, this wasn’t what he wanted.

I made my way down to the foot of the bed, straddle the bed facing him, and put his legs on top of mine. He kept trying to grab his cock, and I kept slapping his hand away again. I told him not to worry about things and just let me take control.

“I know. I need to ‘just be’” he replied. “Yes” I agreed. “Just be and let me take charge. You have enough responsibilities in your life and you need to just let everything go for the time we have left together.”

I was playing with his cock and he was thrusting within my hand. Still had a soft cock, but I could tell he wanted to cum. I kept trying to slow it down, but he communicated intently that he really wanted to climax. I don’t think he was ready for a pure edging session just yet. And finally, he exploded.

As he laid there post climax, I was running my hands over his cock, not leaving his side just yet. Men (and women) tend to release oxytocin post climax (which you can read about here) and so sometimes staying with people for as long as possible post-climax can help enhance the experience (and build connection) from these neurotransmitters.

I asked him if I could write about our experience together, and he said yes. I reassured him that no discerning details would be revealed and he was excited to read about our experience from my perspective.

I wiped up his back as I promised, and left him to shower in privacy while I cleaned up. Mopping the floors, wiping down the surfaces and changing the sheets as part of my hygienic routine.

As he was getting his shoes on for his departure, he told me he was feeling like he was floating on a cloud. I told him that I hope this lasts for the rest of the day. Well, in fact, I hope it lasted the rest of the long Thanksgiving weekend. He said he has confidence that this feeling will not fade as quickly as we think

I blew him kisses instead of giving him a hug goodbye goodbye because I wanted to respect his boundaries (he told me he was being extra cautious, and I’d rather him feel comfortable being safe at his own level of comfort). I told him how to exit my unit and left feeling extremely happy to, yet again, make such a profound impact on someone’s life

As one of my biggest fans, Robin Curious playfully jokes, “another one bites the dust”

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