The fearousal phenomenon

If I had a dollar for every time one of my lovers confessed that he was initially intimidated by me, I’d… I don’t know. Have a bunch of unexpected singles shoved into a pickle jar somewhere? Apparently, there is something simultaneously fear-inducing and arousing about a woman like me. Someone who is aesthetically commanding and who isn’t a sexual wallflower, and who openly embraces her role as a blank canvas for erotic evolution.

My core group of clients is comprised of humans of vast and varied appetites with whom I love spending oodles of time. I feel truly grateful to know them, and love hearing firsthand accounts of how they pushed through that space of mild apprehension only to be joyously rewarded on the other side. They are put at ease by my warmth, empathy, humor, artistic flair, and steadfast belief that everyone should feel comfortable in their own skin, life and sexuality

Here is one such tale. It comes in the form of a testimonial from a man with whom I have shared so much over the years. Our dynamic is the epitome of kindred spiritdom, and I’ve had the immense pleasure of bringing his most deeply seeded – and previously shame inducing – fantasies to fruition. So take a peek, and see if this strikes a chord.