“That's a Life worth Living!”
was my first thought as I opened my eyes one morning on the silky sheets of my queen-like bed. Every day at dawn, birds nesting under the thatched roof of my bedroom greeted me with their joyful chirping. Through the wide-open windows, the fresh ocean breeze danced into the room, caressing my bare, dream-warmed body - still not fully used to Bali’s humid embrace after the raw chill of Russian spring. I watched the way the chiffon canopy above my bed swayed so gently.. and I breathed in rhythm with the surrounding nature.
Stretching like a cat, I slowly slid off the bed’s podium and stepped up to the panoramic window. “Hello, world… I’m alive, I'm in love, I’m so grateful!” I opened myself wide to the beauty around me and welcomed divine grace into every cell of my joy-filled body.
A soft naked yoga flow, a refreshing tropical shower - and I was ready to meet the day’s adventures.
was my first thought as I opened my eyes one morning on the silky sheets of my queen-like bed. Every day at dawn, birds nesting under the thatched roof of my bedroom greeted me with their joyful chirping. Through the wide-open windows, the fresh ocean breeze danced into the room, caressing my bare, dream-warmed body - still not fully used to Bali’s humid embrace after the raw chill of Russian spring. I watched the way the chiffon canopy above my bed swayed so gently.. and I breathed in rhythm with the surrounding nature.
Stretching like a cat, I slowly slid off the bed’s podium and stepped up to the panoramic window. “Hello, world… I’m alive, I'm in love, I’m so grateful!” I opened myself wide to the beauty around me and welcomed divine grace into every cell of my joy-filled body.
A soft naked yoga flow, a refreshing tropical shower - and I was ready to meet the day’s adventures.
Even though I was still glowing from the deep sensuality of my time with the Muse, I found myself noticing the luxurious men surrounding me everywhere. Uluwatu is the part of Bali where the most beautiful humans on earth come to… Live.
It’s not Kuta - with its dirty hostels, crowded beaches, and drunk teenagers bouncing between bars. Not Canggu - the Bali-version of Moscow, packed with entrepreneurs and hustlers. And definitely not Ubud - the spiritual mekka of the planet. No.. Uluwatu is the kingdom of surfers and retired business kings who build gorgeous villas and spend their days melting in bliss beside the turquoise ocean waters.
Going to the gym here feels like walking into an exhibition of sacred masculine form. And yet no one’s posing - everyone is in their own world, simply enjoying the art of becoming their best self. I must admit, every gaze I cast lands on something worth admiring: glistening torsos, strong faces, pure masculine energy, and serene vibe - Bambu Uluwatu is a temple of divine embodiment. I’m reminded of all the times I dreamt of being surrounded by beautiful, open-hearted, half-naked men and women - and how God always finds the most delicious ways to grant my wishes.
“Let’s meet for breakfast — I really want to hear more about your art-project ,” popped a message from a gorgeous French surfer on my screen.
I had promised myself to start openly manifesting my new path and to introduce myself, clearly, to the world:
I am Catrin Ray, tantra master, writer, creative soul. I travel freely, live deeply, write, film, and share the beauty of my wildly unique life.
I met my handsome surfer with a playful shoulder wiggle and a mischievous smile. He grinned and danced back.
“Bonjour, beautiful…” he whispered, gently embracing me.
“Bonjour, handsome…” I whispered back.
The energy between us was undeniable - I felt it the moment we met. I always sense people right away. I feel their essence. And decide whether I want to enter that field. His was magnetic. Apparently, mine was too. We talked - about life, business, art… and sex.
Yes, people always talk to me about sex. It’s one of my favorite traits - this ability to invite strangers to share their secret desires. And more than that - I often dive into someone’s sensual world within moments of meeting. Twenty minutes in, and he was already behind me, on the cushions, leaning against the wall, whispering sweet French fantasies into my ear. I melted in his embrace - completely.
This was a different kind of pleasure than what I experienced in my energetic sessions with the Muse. This was raw and electric. The union of male and female energy definitely has a much more sexual vibe. His gentle touch on my neck ignited little bursts of orgasm in my womb. His sensual breath carried it straight to my ears. My whole body was vibrating - I breathed him in, moaned in rhythm, and received his energy into me. He kissed, whispered, teased. I sighed and answered him with sound.
And we sat like that.. forever - entirely merged - forgetting we were in a public place, surrounded by people simply having breakfast at their favourite café. But we didn’t see them. Didn’t hear them. We were in our own dome. Eating each other for breakfast.
"Bon Appetit.."
…
That moment sobered me - gently - from my total immersion in the story with the Muse. It reminded me I wasn’t suddenly a full-blown lesbian cut off from the world of men. No. What had opened in me was far more expansive: a world of pleasure, wide and wild. Men. Women. The young. The old. Tantra. Fetishes. Raw sex. Breathless stillness. I was tasting it all, opening to every flavor, enriching not only my own life but the lives of those lucky enough to meet me on my beautiful Tantric path.
“Dream life, no doubt,” I thought, heading back home… ready to dive once again into our sweet, aMusing practices.
It’s not Kuta - with its dirty hostels, crowded beaches, and drunk teenagers bouncing between bars. Not Canggu - the Bali-version of Moscow, packed with entrepreneurs and hustlers. And definitely not Ubud - the spiritual mekka of the planet. No.. Uluwatu is the kingdom of surfers and retired business kings who build gorgeous villas and spend their days melting in bliss beside the turquoise ocean waters.
Going to the gym here feels like walking into an exhibition of sacred masculine form. And yet no one’s posing - everyone is in their own world, simply enjoying the art of becoming their best self. I must admit, every gaze I cast lands on something worth admiring: glistening torsos, strong faces, pure masculine energy, and serene vibe - Bambu Uluwatu is a temple of divine embodiment. I’m reminded of all the times I dreamt of being surrounded by beautiful, open-hearted, half-naked men and women - and how God always finds the most delicious ways to grant my wishes.
“Let’s meet for breakfast — I really want to hear more about your art-project ,” popped a message from a gorgeous French surfer on my screen.
I had promised myself to start openly manifesting my new path and to introduce myself, clearly, to the world:
I am Catrin Ray, tantra master, writer, creative soul. I travel freely, live deeply, write, film, and share the beauty of my wildly unique life.
I met my handsome surfer with a playful shoulder wiggle and a mischievous smile. He grinned and danced back.
“Bonjour, beautiful…” he whispered, gently embracing me.
“Bonjour, handsome…” I whispered back.
The energy between us was undeniable - I felt it the moment we met. I always sense people right away. I feel their essence. And decide whether I want to enter that field. His was magnetic. Apparently, mine was too. We talked - about life, business, art… and sex.
Yes, people always talk to me about sex. It’s one of my favorite traits - this ability to invite strangers to share their secret desires. And more than that - I often dive into someone’s sensual world within moments of meeting. Twenty minutes in, and he was already behind me, on the cushions, leaning against the wall, whispering sweet French fantasies into my ear. I melted in his embrace - completely.
This was a different kind of pleasure than what I experienced in my energetic sessions with the Muse. This was raw and electric. The union of male and female energy definitely has a much more sexual vibe. His gentle touch on my neck ignited little bursts of orgasm in my womb. His sensual breath carried it straight to my ears. My whole body was vibrating - I breathed him in, moaned in rhythm, and received his energy into me. He kissed, whispered, teased. I sighed and answered him with sound.
And we sat like that.. forever - entirely merged - forgetting we were in a public place, surrounded by people simply having breakfast at their favourite café. But we didn’t see them. Didn’t hear them. We were in our own dome. Eating each other for breakfast.
"Bon Appetit.."
…
That moment sobered me - gently - from my total immersion in the story with the Muse. It reminded me I wasn’t suddenly a full-blown lesbian cut off from the world of men. No. What had opened in me was far more expansive: a world of pleasure, wide and wild. Men. Women. The young. The old. Tantra. Fetishes. Raw sex. Breathless stillness. I was tasting it all, opening to every flavor, enriching not only my own life but the lives of those lucky enough to meet me on my beautiful Tantric path.
“Dream life, no doubt,” I thought, heading back home… ready to dive once again into our sweet, aMusing practices.
to be continued..