He taught me. In an official capacity.

He taught me. In an unofficial capacity. To use my tongue for another language. To accept pleasure. To tread unexplored and wild sensual pathways.

This after I let him know my interest. Tall, white haired and scarred. Quite a bit older. It was the teaching.

Memories of our weekly lessons faithfully replay after all these years. I still vibrate with remembered desire.

Our sessions spanned several years.

Lessons so valuable. To be fully present in the moment, to own my sexuality, to honour another’s, and to share the wonder and the joy.

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