It's curious how we often fail to see the gifts the Universe places right in front of us — and resist the very things we’ve been dreaming of. That's exactly what I did—for a whole month, I ignored the fact that the man from my dreams was right there with me.
We'd known each other for years. Just a friend. Another good guy. An interesting person. A passionate traveler, like me, constantly searching for a place to call home around the world. Kind. Attentive. Open-hearted. His unconventional looks — tall, lean, a bit awkward — always amused me, and his unique style, subtle humor, and free-spirited way of thinking genuinely appealed to me.
We'd known each other for years. Just a friend. Another good guy. An interesting person. A passionate traveler, like me, constantly searching for a place to call home around the world. Kind. Attentive. Open-hearted. His unconventional looks — tall, lean, a bit awkward — always amused me, and his unique style, subtle humor, and free-spirited way of thinking genuinely appealed to me.
From the moment we connected this time around, we barely spent a day apart. I came over to his place every day: we'd work, listen to music, chat about everything under the sun, and laugh our heads off! And yet — not a single thought of getting closer ever crossed my mind.
He was deeply inspired by the idea behind my project, and since he was eager to explore a deeper form of intimacy with women, he suggested that I become his guide into the practice of sexual Tantra. Of course, I agreed — teaching men had always felt like a promising direction for my work.
Gradually, I began sharing everything I knew about female sexuality. We even agreed to find him a partner so I could teach him massage techniques for releasing body blocks, yoni massage, and other forms of sensual interaction.
From the start, there was no flirting between us. And I definitely wasn't planning to become his partner for diving into a tantric experience. But being around him, all my visions and thoughts of that mysterious man who was supposed to arrive in the fall just vanished… as if they'd never been. Until one evening, something happened that flipped the script.
We were sitting side by side with our laptops, each immersed in our own captivating workflow, occasionally tossing playful remarks back and forth about high-achieving women who secretly just want to curl up in loving arms and purr.
"Yeah… honestly, I’m so tired of being that woman," I sighed, sadly recalling my recent emotional breakdown. “And sometimes I just want to be held.”
"Come here," he said, gently inviting me to lie down beside him.
Suddenly, I felt so small. So fragile. So vulnerable. I nearly burst into tears. The strong, self-sufficient businesswoman — the mask I’d been wearing since we met — simply dissolved. I let out a relaxed breath and curled up next to him on the couch like a cat.
“Let me massage your feet,” he said softly.
The moment his warm hands touched my feet, a current shot through me. It was that exact sensation — the one I’d felt in my visions connecting with the energy of my mysterious man.
It can't be... NO WAY!!!
The puzzle pieces in my mind began snapping into place so fast that it was impossible not to notice. But he kept on with the foot massage, gradually pulling me into trance. The whirlwind of thoughts slowly faded under an overwhelming pleasure flowing from his gentle yet powerful touch.
"Please, don't ever stop..." I begged silently, drifting deeper into bliss as cosmic music filled the room.