escort diary® of Louella York: Letting Go through Eros
Sometimes you don’t realise how tightly you’ve been holding on...
Until you finally let go.
Like gripping a handful of rusty nails—so long that you go numb.
You forget you're even carrying that kind of tension.
It becomes part of your posture. Your rhythm. Your breath.
Until one moment—something shifts.
Someone touches you like a prayer.
Not just on your body, but into it.
And your whole system exhales.
Softens.
Opens.
You’re suddenly aware of all the places you were bracing.
All the ways you’ve been silently whispering “I’m fine” while holding your jaw clenched tight.
That’s the beauty of Eros.
Not just pleasure—but presence.
Not just release—but remembrance.....of something true and primal.
Sexual connection, when it’s real and reverent, has the power to unravel us.
To help us return.
To crack us open in the places we’ve gone stiff or numb.
To remind us what it feels like to be deeply, wildly alive.
It doesn’t have to be perfect.
Let it be messy.
Let it move you.
Let it melt you.
Let Eros be the way you remember who you are.
Kisses
Louella
