Such a story. About 7 years ago, when my kundalini spurted like volcanic lava from the source of existence, smashing my being to the 4 corners of the world, then my ex took me to the first seks party, in mysterious circumstances, to the church for the "Eyes wide shut".
We had to wear masks, capes, and all that jazz! We have made my first lingerie shopping, didn't have much of this stuff yet.
We are there.
The church is full of seksiness and looks majestic under the lightning.. the atmosphere is heating up. They set the music on fire and people are barely moving. My blood boils, I want to play, dance, explore to the max although I'm a bit anxious not knowing how does it all work here.. There is no energy around, beers in hands, boredom. All I see is haunting couples to fuck. Misery, pity, shame.
I do my best to let go, let go of my expectations of ​​such a party, and I'm dancing like nobody is watching. They look at me with that huh? Or Wow! I move around searching for likewise dancers, find few in a crowd of 200?.. Jesus moved better on the cross!
On the altar space, there is a stage, and stiff models come out once in a while to show their sexy body, again, no performance, just flesh..boredom to the bones.
I think, fuck it. In the break, I jump on stage to have my 5 crazy minutes. I love it! Then they ask me to get out...and I feel like a Queen! I already won my prize, teasing and squeezing the lemon of aliveness. That's why we are here, to break the rules, let the cage of control, tease it, and squeeze it, so the juice of passion will pour on our soul.