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I wrote this review off the cuff as my words naturally rolled. When I finished & read it back I thought, it sounds like a fantasy story, dreamy. This really IS my story, as it happened. All of it felt as I describe it. Everything.
Elliott sat leaning back against the cushion, his body language relaxed, and somehow that immediately relaxed me into being there.
He softly gazed at my face, seemingly studying my features. It wasn't intimidating; quite the opposite. It was reassuring to feel that he was really seeing me. And I felt seen.
This man was actually listening to me. As I talked, the conversation flowed naturally, to and fro, bouncing effortlessly between us. And as he listened, I felt heard.
He was curious, responsive, interested and interesting. Educated in matters of the mind, soul and heart — the human things I'd sometimes felt other men struggled to connect with. Feeling myself supported by his masculine strength, holding space so elegantly, I felt safe.
Our introduction was long and wonderfully connective. Deep enough to touch me warmly, yet seductive enough to awaken parts of me that had felt a little cold for a while.
I felt alivened.
The evening ahead unfolded seamlessly. Elliott seemed to continually know what I wanted, what I needed. He gently led me by the hand, wide-eyed and curious, into a dance that made time stand still. A slow, delicious dance of pleasure.
Elliott is a divine man, inside and out. There isn't a single thing I would change about our time together. To leave an experience having felt all the key things I was seeking has reassured me that good men really can feel wonderful to be with.
- Seen - Heard - Safe - Alivened - Pleasured -
I can't possibly think of anything to add to that, except perhaps more time... Thank you, Elliott, so very much, for holding me safe.
Elliott sat leaning back against the cushion, his body language relaxed, and somehow that immediately relaxed me into being there.
He softly gazed at my face, seemingly studying my features. It wasn't intimidating; quite the opposite. It was reassuring to feel that he was really seeing me. And I felt seen.
This man was actually listening to me. As I talked, the conversation flowed naturally, to and fro, bouncing effortlessly between us. And as he listened, I felt heard.
He was curious, responsive, interested and interesting. Educated in matters of the mind, soul and heart — the human things I'd sometimes felt other men struggled to connect with. Feeling myself supported by his masculine strength, holding space so elegantly, I felt safe.
Our introduction was long and wonderfully connective. Deep enough to touch me warmly, yet seductive enough to awaken parts of me that had felt a little cold for a while.
I felt alivened.
The evening ahead unfolded seamlessly. Elliott seemed to continually know what I wanted, what I needed. He gently led me by the hand, wide-eyed and curious, into a dance that made time stand still. A slow, delicious dance of pleasure.
Elliott is a divine man, inside and out. There isn't a single thing I would change about our time together. To leave an experience having felt all the key things I was seeking has reassured me that good men really can feel wonderful to be with.
- Seen - Heard - Safe - Alivened - Pleasured -
I can't possibly think of anything to add to that, except perhaps more time... Thank you, Elliott, so very much, for holding me safe.
