The Tantric Priestess Experience (TPE) — What It Is and What to Expect

What it is: A long-form pleasure date session built around no script — just a brief conversation, a full-body massage, and then wherever our bodies lead. It can include a wide range of practices and kinks. I'm very kinky (check out this, this, this or this for reference), with two boundaries: no bareback (hard limit) and no deep French kissing (soft limit).

What to expect: Conversation → massage → flow. That's the container. Everything else emerges in the moment.

Length & investment: One hour is $300. But the real offering is longer. Hours two, three, and four are $100 each. Three hours is $500. Four hours is $600. This keeps depth accessible without cheapening the work.

Who it's for: People who bring devotion. Who read. Who want to be changed, not just serviced.

Here you can find a bit more about how this offering came to be and why I'm marketing:

The Promo Nobody Took

A few months ago, I ran an experiment. I wanted longer sessions — not for the money, but because I suspected something: that more time would be better. Not just for the client. For me.

In an hour, the massage takes thirty to forty minutes. That leaves twenty for everything else, sometimes less. Forty minutes is enough to loosen the surface of a body. It's not enough to go deep. And I'm neurodivergent: once I start releasing tension in someone, I don't like leaving it half-finished. But the clock is always there. Twenty minutes left. Fifteen. Ten.

So I offered something new. Three hours for $500.

Almost nobody took it.

The Client Who Read the Writing

A couple of weeks later, a message arrived.

"Hello. I'm Jay. I came across your ad on LL and have been reading your diary posts. Gotta say I love your approach and the emphasis you put on the tantric/spiritual aspects. I'm very interested in your tantric immersion offering."

I told him my hourly rate. He mentioned the promo. I honored it.

He said yes. He trusted me.

He also brought offerings. Food. A drink. Devotional energy — the kind that says: I'm here to give as much as to receive. Please give me your best.

I've learned something about myself over the past year: devotion is the key to my most loving self.

btw, jay is Guinea Pig Daddy

What Happened

He arrived in the morning. We talked first. He was coming out of his longest relationship. He'd never bottomed before, but was curious.

Then we began.

The massage was long — longer than I ever get to do in an hour. I released tension he'd been carrying for years. Then we moved into breathwork. I took him into a trance. He followed every instruction. Breathe. Hold. Release. Years of tension came loose in that room.

And then — I told him it was my turn. Kiss me here. Touch me here. I taught him my body. He learned. We played. We laughed. We took our time.

That first session lasted about four hours. I didn't charge him extra.

Why It Mattered

A few weeks later, he came back. Shorter, but more intense. This time I relaxed him fully and penetrated him — the first time he'd ever experienced that. The session ended abruptly because he'd lost track of time.

Before I left for Toronto, we met once more. By then the conversation had grown quieter — we already knew each other. We began with the massage.

But no two sessions have been the same. That's the thing people don't understand about this work. From the outside it can look identical — conversation, massage, sex — but each time is its own thing. In that last meeting, he moved in ways I'd never seen him move. He danced to the rhythm of my fingers. He surrendered into shapes his body had never made before. I wasn't even touching his most erogenous zones, and he was moaning like that. Pure magic.

Now I'm 3,000 kilometers away, and we're still talking about how to continue. We've only touched the tip of the iceberg.

The Shewolf

On Friday I had a video call with someone who wanted to see me before I left the west coast. Our times didn't align, so we met virtually.

They're two-spirit — a late bloomer to their own genderfluidity, exploring this side of themselves with the full support of their wife. They've done pegging. They've played. But it's not the same.

What they told me is that they want to be conquered the way they conquer their wife. Which is something their wife cannot give them — not for lack of love, but because the energies are what they are. There are parts of us that simply cannot be explored with one person, no matter how much we love them. Parts that need another.

The meeting confirmed what I'd been sensing: this is the work I want to do now.

The Pivot

I'm no longer interested in the one-hour sessions where you show up, receive, and leave. I want the long ones. The ones where something actually transforms.

And the clients I'm manifesting want the same thing.

I'm not sure I should even call them clients anymore. I want to shift the frame. More than a service, I want to offer an offering. More than a rate, I want to receive a tribute. Not because I need to dress up the transaction in pretty words — but because the transaction was never the point.

The exchange is real. The money is real. But what we build inside it is something else.

The Duality

Here's what I want to be honest about.

For all the tantric depth, all the devotional ritual, all the sacredness I bring to this — I still love the whore in me. I still want a sloppy blowjob in the back of a car. I still want the mundane, the messy, the cheap thrill.

That duality is what I'm embodying now. The priestess and the slut. The temple and the backseat. Both are me. Neither cancels the other.

So if you've been reading this and wondering whether the Tantric Priestess Experience is for you — it is, if you bring devotion. And if you're looking for something simpler, something dirtier, something that doesn't require all this depth — come find me anyway.

I contain both.

— Haruhi