imageI first visited Barcelona when I was 17. Having no knowledge of Spanish (or indeed Catalan) at that time I spent most of my time exploring the city on my own surrounded by a million exotic sounding words I couldn’t understand. During the day I marvelled at the beautiful architecture with its bizarre shapes and intricate details and, by night, with the help of a local gay magazine, I gradually discovered the gay bars and nightclubs. Coming from a little fishing village in Ireland, it was an eye opening experience. I loved it. Spain, for me, represented freedom, colour, sensations and tastes I had never experienced.

Half way through my two week stay I caught a train to Sitges where I lost my virginity in a tent to a beautiful French gym instructor. I of course fell in love immediatley and was heartbroken to discover that he was returning to his girlfriend in Marseille the next morning! Yes, I was very innocent indeed! But my journey of sexual discovery had begun and I was hungry to learn more… Very hungry!

A few years later I visited the beautiful and magical island of Ibiza. I bought a cheap little phrase book and began to learn a few words. I returned to Ibiza many times and each year my Spanish improved bit by bit. I am by no means fluent, however my knowledge of Spanish, like my knowledge of sex, has been a slow organic process.

The first time I experienced a proper lingam massage it blew me away! I had never been touched in that way before. There was no pressure to either cum or to reciprocate, all I had to do was just lie back, close my eyes and enjoy the wonderful sensations in my cock and balls. It was the first time I realised that there could be so many more sensations to experience and up until this moment my sex life had been pretty limited.

Often we don’t get the chance to simply enjoy sensation, there is so much pressure these days to fulfil the requirements of others. I get so fed up with questions such as:

“Are you ‘Top’ or ‘Bottom’?, ‘Cut’ or ‘Uncut’?” and, of course, the classic “What are you into?” (Often I am asked this gem of a question before the guy has even asked my name!)

I strongly feel more and more that bad sex can separate us from our own inner sense of self and, although pleasurable, can help to make us feel like we are merely objects; others may see us as a walking dildo or an orifice which requires urgent and impersonal filling. We very much live in a goal orientated society these days and instant gratification is the name of the game. But is this really satisfying? Surely we can do better, can’t we? YES!

Better Sex, Better Intimacy, Better Orgasms!

I love sex as much as the next person, believe me. I worked as an escort for three years, so I have learned a lot about the subject, but have you ever thought to yourself “There must be more to it than just fucking in the sauna with a stranger whose name you’ll forget by the time you shower and leave?”.

I think many of us really miss sensuality, intimacy, kindness, a gentle loving touch and, above all, a space to just ‘be’.

Well, I want to take you on a journey of sexual self discovery, to allow you to find inner calm, serenity and, above all, pleasure….

I think many of us really miss sensuality, intimacy, kindness, a gentle loving touch and, above all, a space to just ‘be’.

Well, I want to take you on a journey of sexual self discovery, to allow you to find inner calm, serenity and, above all, pleasure….

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