This is the story of Maya (not her real name). She found my contact through one of my past receivers. It was her first time trying Yoni Massage.
Maya was a very conservative woman. She never thought she’d do something like this—it didn’t fit her values or how she saw herself. But something changed. Maya had just gone through a tough time emotionally—maybe a breakup or a loss, she didn’t say exactly what. It shook her, and she started questioning things.
Out of curiosity and maybe a little desperation, she decided to reach out to me.
I remembered clearly when Maya walked into my studio, she was nervous. She looked around like she wasn’t sure she should be there. She was in her mid-30s, elegant but tense, like she’d been holding onto something heavy for a long time.
When she sat down, she said softly but firmly, “I’ve heard about Yoni Massage, but I don’t know if I can… feel anything.”
I smiled. “You don’t have to do anything but breathe,” I told her. “This is your time. Your body knows what it needs.”
Maya nodded, but I could see the doubt in her eyes. She’d spent years disconnected from her body, treating it more like a machine than a sacred space. But something in her was curious—maybe even desperate—to feel alive again. As we began the session, I noticed how she held her breath, how her hands clenched the edges of the bedsheet.
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I guided her to breathe deeply, to let the air fill her belly, her chest, her throat. Slowly, her body began to soften.
But what happened next? Well, that’s where the story gets interesting…
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