Do you touch yourself?

I want to offer you a quick taste of the kind of work I do with myself and my clients.

Tuning into her body, she focuses on her breath and feels the knot in her chest. 
Relaxing back into her seat, she gently closes her eyes. 

Imagining that this knot is a ball of yarn, she starts to slowly unwind it. Careful, methodical.

As the ball of yarn unwinds, she sees the long thread stretching out from between her breasts, climbing up toward the sky. 

She imagines it climbing up, and up, and up as the ball in her chest becomes infinitesimally smaller.

The yarn constantly changes colors, flashing greens, reds and putrid browns. 

Seeing this, she becomes less methodical, even frenzied. 
As it unwinds faster and faster the ball shrinks and the thread climbs towards the stars.

She can feel her body releasing it's tension as the yarn unwinds. Her shoulders relax, her face softens even as her breathing becomes more intense. 

In fact, she's becoming impassioned now, willing the ball to unwind until she sees the last of the yarn fly out from her chest. 

She sees it stretch toward the sun and start to burn up, it's flame spreading quickly down the yarn and disintegrating into a puff of smoke. 

Focusing back into her body, she sees the now empty void left in place of this knot. A knot she hadn't known she'd been clinging to.

She lets herself feel this seemingly empty space inside of her and her eyes flood with a tingling sensation as the tears begin to stream down her face. 

This void in her chest feels desperately tender and she gasps for breaths as the sobs poor out of her. 

Time stands still as the void produces a seemingly endless well of tears, as deep as the string of yarn had been. 
Even deeper.

Somehow she knows that this void stretches all the way to her soul and she recognizes the grief of a thousand lifetimes. 
A part of her has always known this grief, and yet when she stares into the void head on she sees that within it lies her access to the whole universe. She understands that this is where her power lies, this is where God lies. 

In that moment she also feels the satiety of this grief, the glorious pleasure of the release overcomes her.
It's as natural to her as orgasming and every bit as satisfying. 

She wipes her tears and smiles, first in her chest, which beams out the same radiant light as the sun, and then with her whole body. 

💋
Lucy B. 

PS. If you want to touch yourself like this, hit me up. I currently have openings for one-on-one clients.