But here it was! I wasn’t moving my hand to signal my pleasure peaks nor did I notice my body reacting in a direct form to stimulation from their hand moving, rather their hand’s movements were having a conversation with my awareness.

I feel these piano keys land sonically beyond my eardrums.  The reverberations of the strings land in an area around my amygdalas.  I can feel each note stimulating this virgin territory inside my skull.  I give this new experience permission and open myself up without expectation.

I dropped into my body, but I felt infinite on the inside.  I could see and feel, from my perspective at a deep inner consciousness, the explosion of pleasure - a glittering mycelial net erupting outwards in all directions toward the infinite reaches of my inner universe.

They pulled my receptive nose into their flocculent armpits allowing their pungent pheromones to dance with their already present musk in my nostrils. I inhaled deeply...

My deep internal tremors have crested at such a high peak that I break from this dimension, my energies skyrocketing out of the top of my head and high into some bardo-like bliss...

proximity fueling desire without physical interaction exaggerated through blindness, physically closed and restrained but openly displayed...

As the smoke from mother natures gift found its way through my capillaries and my teachers hands began their dance upon my back I knew I was in for a journey