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What is it about the thrill of sensuality that drives our lust for experimentation—pushing even the meekest among us willingly and eagerly beyond our threshold of comfort? Like a Michelin chef with an expertly prepared menu or an angel’s voice reinventing a familiar tune, phenomenal sex can elevate us to a new level of awareness that transcends the sum of its parts (deliciously compatible as those parts may be). And yet, it may be the only art form we know of that is equally accessible to every last one of us, if only we find our inspiration.
Yes, sex can be bland if one so chooses to endure it: a tasteless morsel of sustenance, plucked from the insipid shadows by those lacking the courage to reach for better. Sure it will keep you alive, but you’ll be in no rush to return for another bite. When done right, as with any indulgent feast, an energizing new sensual experience only enhances the appetite and opens the senses to an ever-greater expanse of pleasure. And while the first bite from this apple may breed addiction in the weak, seldom does their kind thrive in my world. Among the strong, it feeds a growing passion—not to consummate but rather to broaden the scope of sensory experience while sampling a global palate of delicacies available to us. While the mundane cycle of life yields a stage of cracking façades and fraudulent personae that eclipse any pretense of authenticity, it is in the darkened throes of sexual abandon where each of us is stripped bare to discover our one true self. Here in this final bastion of freedom, hidden beyond the harsh judgment of daylight, no yearning soul goes wanting for its counterpart. In this space, pain and pleasure are simple shades on a gradient. Temptation is a legalized drug, prized here for its psychotropic liberation as it is maligned by the less adventureless. Should you choose to pierce the veil and step beyond in exploration of this world, you do so of your own volition and shall be welcomed accordingly. But keep that free will close-by. Once inside, it is your only possession of value. In exchange, purity is all I can offer you. Not purity of thought or action, of course. In fact, quite the opposite. No, what I offer is a realm that embodies the purity of openly shared indulgence, free of inhibition, and the quiet acceptance of your essential being without suggestion or judgment. On this side of the veil, consent carries the weight of law by which carnal anarchy may reign. And on that note—now that the disclaimers have been laid and the terms have been set—I invite you to leave the greater portion of your tangible self to the world outside, and bring only the better part of yourself within. We will be waiting, as always, impatiently. |