There are moments that slip through time, leaving only echoes. This was one of them an experience that will stay with me, long after the details fade. A novice, I was aware of my inexperience, yet Sylvana understood. She anticipated this with a patience that spoke of something beyond the moment. We shared a glass of wine, its depth mirroring what we were about to explore.

I watched her prepare, every gesture deliberate, and felt a quiet tension. What was to come? My doubts vanished as we kissed, and in that moment, only one thing mattered: to understand what lay beyond the surface. Her presence guided me, slowly, into realms I had never known. Each moment expanded the boundaries of my awareness.

Time dissolved between us. There was no clock, no rush. We moved, not toward an end, but through an unfolding journey an exchange of energies. I realized that surrender, instead of weakness, was a gateway to a deeper understanding of emotion. I write this not to explain, but because it has inspired me. It was not the destination that mattered, but the experience itself the spaces between, where everything shifted.