A story about curiosity, hesitation, and a return to my body.
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A story about curiosity, hesitation, and a return to my body.

A Touch That Listens

I didn’t quite know what to expect.
Part of me was curious. Another part hesitant.
Not from fear—
but from the feeling of not fully knowing myself.

Ana was not what I imagined.
Quiet. Warm.
Presence instead of words.
No questions, no pushing—
just a space that seemed to breathe me.

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My 1:1 Kamasutra Workshop - Less Pressure. More Presence.
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My 1:1 Kamasutra Workshop - Less Pressure. More Presence.

"Less Pressure. More Presence."

My 1:1 Kamasutra Workshop with Ana – by Carolin

I hesitated for a long time before booking this workshop.
Kamasutra - in my mind - meant complicated positions, silent expectations, and bedroom gymnastics.
But something in me was curious.
Not out of a desire to perform better,
but from a longing to finally feel that intimacy can mean something different.

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The Art of Warm Surrender  - Ayurvedic Oil Ritual
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The Art of Warm Surrender - Ayurvedic Oil Ritual

A Touch That Listens

I didn’t quite know what to expect.
Part of me was curious. Another part hesitant.
Not from fear -
but from the feeling of not fully knowing myself.

Ana was not what I imagined.
Quiet. Warm.
Presence instead of words.
No questions, no pushing -
just a space that seemed to breathe me.

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my first yoni massage - a touch that listens
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my first yoni massage - a touch that listens

A Touch That Listens

I didn’t quite know what to expect.
Part of me was curious. Another part hesitant.
Not from fear -
but from the feeling of not fully knowing myself.

Ana was not what I imagined.
Quiet. Warm.
Presence instead of words.
No questions, no pushing -
just a space that seemed to breathe me.

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Nuru Massage  -  A Journey Through Skin and Soul
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Nuru Massage - A Journey Through Skin and Soul

Nuru Massage - A Journey Through Skin and Soul

I had heard of Nuru before.
Whispers of silk-like skin. Of bodies gliding. Of oil, warm and infinite.
But nothing prepared me for the moment my skin met another—not as a surface, but as a sense.
Not as contact, but as a current.

That first moment -
when the warm gel touched my chest, my thighs, my belly—
I stopped thinking.
And started feeling.

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