Sex according to Maïa

Comrades, today I invite you on a journey to a sexually utopian world. The decor is minimalist pastels. The soundtrack features birdsong. In the changing room, there are fluffy robes, oversized slippers and disposable paper underwear. Welcome to the spa, to the hammam, to the massage parlor. And now... imagine if we brought that atmosphere to our sexual encounters. Imagine if our lovemaking borrowed the codes of these spaces of care: their slowness, their kindness, their attentiveness to the body.

So here we are, prepared, enthusiastic, feeling as fresh as can be. The rendezvous is set for midday, not late at night (when our true desire is to sleep for 10 hours straight). We arrive clean and leave with tousled hair. We offer ourselves up to a nonjudgmental gaze. We are touched for who we are − and not just as a means of relief.

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