To surrender
Having been away for the last month, I got a lovely ache for what it is that I enjoy in my sex work. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone, and even though I was having a marvelous time, I missed the sex part of the sex work. Any who have spent time with me know that I am not a dominant type (a bit to soft and gooey), that being said, I have often stated there is not a submissive bone in my body (with a significant amount of fire)… perhaps that is the power of language there, for I do very much love the mutual surrender of two (or more) humans to the sensations of skin. When we surrender to skin we are not anywhere else but here in the space between touch and gasp and the arching of spines... present, surrendered to the moment. Please... come and find me, let me know what you know of surrender and I shall show you what I understand is possible in the skin that melts into one another. As always, with Respect Mama B.

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