Two Sexy Videos and a Brain Dump: smart funny Adult Content
- Haruhi 'S Unleashed
- 5 days ago
- 2 min read
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Okay, so this post opens with audiovisual of me dancing and showing off my deepthroating skills. Given that, the rest of this feels like it should be a little less polished—less marketing, more me. Just a free flow of whatever's on my mind.
Let's call it:
Brain Dump: Virtual Insanity Edition
Listening to Jamiroquai while I write this. Press play if you want the full atmosphere.
I've been meaning to do one of these for ages...
Not exactly this. But whatever. Let me just spill.
A client asked me the other day: How do you top clients you're not attracted to?
The short answer: I'm demi. Connection turns me on, not faces.
And I'm a tantrika—I know how to light my own fire, thank you very much.
There's a longer essay somewhere in my drafts about this. Maybe I'll finish it if people bite.
In the meantime, I'm watching the FIFA buzz build. I'm not a soccer person, but the energy of a city in collective chaos? That's good for my business.
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Lately, I've been too busy watching The Sopranos 🙈. Yes, I'm late. Yes, I'm obsessed.
Dreams, control dramas, italian men who remind me of some relatives. Another rabbit hole for another day.
And one piece of writing I've been really procrastinating thanks to Tony is the
Letter to My Ideal Client 2.0. The first one was sent on 2025.
Last year's version spoke to the curious, smart, charming man looking for more than a body.
You are still welcome, of course.
COME and find me!
But today I have a different person in mind:
Dear Ideal Ideal Client,
You've stopped dating men. It's not worth the exhaustion. The dusties have worn you out. Maybe you've been with women, maybe you've just considered it, but you've noticed it still asks of you for a kind of masculine energy you're already exhausted from performing all week.
The planning. The leading.
The holding-it-together.
You want someone else to hold it for a while.
You just want to surrender. Lie down. Receive a massage from someone who reads your body like a first language. Fuck. Eat. Cuddle. Get your eyebrows tweezed. Fuck again. Not necessarily in that order...
You know... a kind of ease that feels like a vacation from being in charge.
I love loving femmes. I hope that's obvious by now. I hope the right ones feel these words land.
P.S. A reflection: does my love for women imply I don't look forward to men? I'm sitting with that too. I'd like to feel the same open-hearted desire for them. But my history, like so many of ours, has taught me caution. Give a hand, lose an elbow, as they say back home. I'm working on it. Thoughts welcome.
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Finally, while I'm still managing the overthinking from taking over:
would anyone be into an adult neo tantra mini workshop ?
it would include adult content
All practice, no fluff.
Breathwork. Kegels.
Self-love routines (masturbation, darling)
with toys, props, and maybe some curated erotica.
Just curious. Drop a signal if it lands. 🖤
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