I am simply an instrument through which the passion of life stirs. Passion can not be commanded or willed into direction, rather it is molded and guided by an individual to an effect of such pleasing consequence that the recipients are left without knowledge of where one body ends and another begins. No longer can they discern who is stimulating who for they have become one flowing pulsating energy.

My Ideal Person: Have you ever noticed the way light and shadow will dance upon the curve of your lover's stomach striving to caress the skin with the sweetest touch?

Or have you ever been touched with a finger tip so delicately that you could swear the air just materialized and stroked your skin?

Have you ever made love with such passion that tears welled up in your eyes and begged to be released so they could jump to your lover's body and slowly wither to nothingness?

These are the things that I contemplate in order to better understand how to caress a woman's body.