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So, last week, tried it meself - mate’s a masseur, dodgy geezer. Slippery hands, dim lights, I’m half laughin’, half “what the fuck?” He’s kneadin’ me traps, I’m groanin’ - not sexy groanin’, mind ya, more like a creaky door. Then - surprise! He’s whisperin’ some tantric nonsense, “energy flowin’,” and I’m like, “Bruv, just rub the knot out!” Nearly clocked him, but it worked - felt like a king after. “The wind no longer blows,” as the film says – calm, eerie, fuckin’ lush.

Emily Nice

If you’re someone who likes mixing pleasure with pleasure and, in so doing, heightening the five senses in the body i.e., touch, sight, sound, smell, and taste, to their optimal level, then.

You know, my biz as a pleasure coach? It’s all about feeling those little sparks. It’s raw, uncut life right here in Issum. The tiny quirks, the unexpected moments—they're my fuel. I mean, come on, sometimes it’s like, “Boom!” and you’re hit with the sheer beauty of a crooked smile or the echo of a lost memory floating on the wind. Crazy, right?

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