When Their Imagination Meets My Reality: A Celebration

I can’t get enough of people telling me I am their fantasy.  No, I’m not talking about the fantasy bookers who ring my phone hoping for free phone sex.  I’m talking especially about men who’ve had an experience with me, and are looking forward to their next opportunity to connect with me physically.  

There’s a sacred container in fantasy: you remain sovereign, untouched by judgment, while they hold the vision. This hidden intimacy deepens attraction without risking our boundaries.  Feeling the energy of this admiration is a powerful reminder that all humans are worthy of adoration, of being worshipped and reminded we are here on this planet for such a short time…..

Knowing someone secretly fantasizes about you isn’t just a flirtatious thrill—it’s an invitation to embrace your power, creativity, and sovereignty. I mindfully and intentionally permit their imagination to feed my self-love and remind myself of the magnetic being of light and love that I already am.

Sometimes, before I meet a new client, they share intimate preferences—perhaps something as simple as “wear a sundress without panties.” Other times, it’s more specific: a request for extra time to make out, to cuddle, to soak in the oxytocin stirred by passion and connection. Occasionally, I encounter a misalignment in fantasy—an invitation I choose not to accept. In those moments, I might refer them to another provider or simply decline with grace. But even in that divergence, there’s a kind of magic. I’m offered the chance to revisit my boundaries, reassess my desires, and—if the stars align—find my way to a comfortable, expansive “yes.”

In every nuance, fantasy becomes a living reality. I’m grateful to dwell in a world where passion and imagination shape possibility.