This journey of Mama Son is quite profound. I had the honour again of holding a little, so tenderly, so lovingly, lingering at the breast, lost in the skin, the softness the suckling, long gone from any mind. Held safe and clear in the container we build to be able reach such places. If we know what we are doing, where we are reaching for before we go, we can hold each other there, in the juicy center of an encounter that can reach so very deep into the longings. Giving voice, action, reality to a fantasy state that is as real as any other fantasy. When two adults allow for the play that has the little within held so honestly, so visibly, so very gently. I do hope those that have this particular flavour of fantasy find me… I feel like I have a deep gift to share, a place worth valuing. Please, reach for me if you know you want this for you.