Drove me to a land of erotic tease
In my late twenties, residing in San Francisco, I ventured to the peninsula for an erotic hypnosis event. That’s where our paths crossed. I was fraught with nerves, convinced I wouldn’t be accepted, wouldn’t blend into the crowd — I’m sexy that’s a no brainer people don’t like sexy when they got double chins.
Clad in a snug mini skirt, showcasing toned legs in stilettos, I entered the hotel, ascended the stairs, and began hanging up my poster. But I lacked the reach. Then, there he was — a man in his early fifties, towering over me, blonde with piercing blue eyes — offering his assistance. “Let me help you,” he said.
Through the years, I’ve noticed a recurring issue within the erotic hypnosis community: a lack of congruence among practitioners. By congruence, I mean they don’t prioritize self-care. If you’re versed in state control, then take care of yourself.
During this time, I formed a deep connection with D., the man who aided me in hanging that poster. As I was beginning to understand my own power, unfortunately, he witnessed me endure pain at the hands of other men. It bothered him watching me, someone he said had the skills and abilities to really conquer anything, in a trench of my own tears.
But D. proved to be the quintessential hypnotic subject. You see, he reveled in being hypnotized to assume the role of a robot.
D. was the epitome of the type-A personality that I admired. He’d rise early, dive into his work, and then hit the pool for laps. He never lacked reasons to do so. In fact, he was the one who reignited my passion for long-distance swimming.
He was a man capable of profound love, able to truly embrace you and hold space. It was somewhat daunting to witness the depth of his love when he allowed himself to fully engage. He was married, and I’ve always maintained a rule to never engage with married men. He was well aware of this boundary.
As I sit here in my office today, I find myself thinking of him, reflecting on the influence he had on my choices before I left San Francisco — like pursuing my PhD and delving deeper into performance psychology.
Here’s my swimmers tan line for you D. :-P
