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Somehow different this time, please

Days are getting shorter again right now. You get up in the morning and it’s gloomy and you finish work in the darkness as well. Sunshine is taking firmly short shifts from now on, and everyone who wants to indulge in it has to hurry up. And here we are again: Rushing & Stress Inc. And it’s queer, that all these up to date bric-a-bracs rejoicing time savings are completely causing the opposite. We are panting behind time which is standing behind us laughing up its sleeve 😊.
A man is coming home his head filled with a cuddling fantasy he wants to express to the lady of his heart (as long as she’ staying home at all). But first of all daily grind will drag him towards the hard bottom of reality. “G´day everyday”, “Hi, kids”, “Oh, TV” and “ah, yes the web” – and suddenly it’s midnight. “Good night!”
Sweet fantasy keeps staying present though and perhaps he is courageous, sending little signals just passing by. But in spite of the big requirement for closeness, caressing, and conflation the familiarly comfortable banality won’t be chased off easily. Perhaps the not vanishing fantasy will flare up again later for a second time. One last attempt before sleep will overcome him? He thinks by himself: “Let’s get cuddly when it’s gloomy”? But often you will stop in your dry fantasy. He will turn on one side, ready to give himself over to sleep. Well, good night then.
Some of my guests sometimes adumbrate this act of a drama in a resigning way. But even though man will never protest, complain or even rise up. Everybody is talking about communication. Man is more or less ready to start a cooperative dialogue – is involved in it – or had even given up. She is often in more serious trouble nearby than to let herself ravish back and forth by the roaring waves of her husband’s desires.
My new approach Anna Safe 3.0 which I have been following for some time (Why? For which reason? look at my next-to-last blog entry) here in my studio opens some golden gates to the fantastic world of a holistic body indulgence which can be experienced, felt, enjoyed by man and woman – together.
For a couple of years I have been a supporter of this extraordinarily close, bodily slow amorous play with pre-, main- or after play – slow, slower, slowest. With the slogan “Darling, how long did we do yesterday and how the hell did our film end this time?” (There is an erotic trend called Slow Sex which goes exactly in this direction. Very, very thrilling 😊) .
Back into my studio. This is the linchpin for my guests and those who would like to be one.
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Anna’s dialogue:

Anna – you are so moralising
Nope – I’m a women and I accepted for myself the potential to touch men. To whisper into their ear and to stoke up male energy softly but dominantly up to a cozy fire.

Safe, what?
Safe, of course. That’s my new guideline. Being safe as a man as well as a woman, from hair tips to toeholds.

Don’t know if that’s the right thing for me.
Do you know what differs humans from animals?

The animals has got four legs, or five (hoot out)
Exactly. And humans have got their nude skin and by their senses they are able to experience themselves and their counterpart sensitively with even the tiniest detail.

Yes, I know that so far.
Nice to hear that, and do you know what I’m going to offer you therefore?

Go ahead.
I’ll take you to an Anna adventure tour.

Wow – that’s thrilling. Ok, ready, steady, go!
Tssss . . . Hold it, hold it . . . Of course as always there will be a sweet little snag in it.

I expected that. What shall I do?
Keep patient. In December – shortly after Christmas (Christmas gifts before Christmas is everybody’s way to do it), I’ll take you to my Anna fantasy body tour – you and me.

What? As late as that?
We want to avoid Rushing & Stress Inc. in the future. I’m thinking about a nice body tour and during those days you imagine which could be the paths man and woman can walk together celebrating a hot body feeling pour deux. Deal?

Fine. And now there is another surprise for you. During the last hot days this year I didn’t go out into nature but I kept staying in Berlin, filled my suitcase with beautiful things and my photographer took exciting pictures of me. Loads of “Anna in Berlin” photos are in front of me, and I have chosen 50 wonderful ones.
One click and you can watch them: Here you are.

Man in fantasy labyrinth

Our interior fantasy – a thrilling subject I am thinking about from time to time. There are fantasies living in all of us. Mine are sometimes colourful and perceptibly beautiful, but sometimes they are surreal and not perceptible. there are manifold fantasies – like flowers in a very large garden – huge sunflowers nearly touching the sky, enchantingly odorant calyxes in full rich colours, pillows with little florets, beauties – bizarre and prickly, pastel coloured dandelions . . . oh well, my arms wouldn’t be able to grasp all those flowers. My view will get stuck at an beautiful rose.

When does fantasy start gaining ground in us? Where does it come from? Who has put the seed into the fertile bed? Does it start in early childhood or later when reading a book? Will fantasy be rising by watching a film or from watching the world-wide-web? The pick-up may be different, and I enjoy a fantasy coming out courageously inside my studio. This does not occur every day, because this treasure of fantasy necessarily has to be protected. Only the suitable ears and hearts may share and celebrate. Here in my studio it may appear.

I remember a guest who wanted to experience my “London” – the affection of nylons covering beautiful female legs. I wanted to know, where this affection came from. From very early – even before school. His mother used to wear these velvety nylon stockings – as well as her friends who came in for tea, and one of his aunts. Because he was still very small, he used to crawl around assiduously below the table and the women probably didn’t notice the tiddler’s nosy peeks. So he was sitting there – as an admirer in the midst  of this big temple with all its slim pillars – within his own grasp. Of course he didn’t dare – the fear for losing his cover and being sent out of the room was too big. Later at school his class teacher wasn`t only wearing incognizable beautiful dresses but very short ones as well, and when she was sitting on her desk in front of him only in an arm’s distance he better wanted to listen to his own fantasy but to the lesson. Was it the same with his classmates? No idea. He didn’t want to talk about it to anybody. It was embarrassing enough to see how his head and his body were more libidinous instead of following the lesson itself. And later? Did his girl friends wear nylons? Not really. They mostly wore trousers. Are you looking at women with skirts and nylons nowadays? He repelled this, startled. Oh no – this won’t work at all. There is too much  probability to be to get a painful rebuff and possibly be denunciated as a peeping Tom. A short glance above the smartphone must be enough. At home he can watch extensively at his computer screen.

Caught in fantasy labyrinth.

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We have got 5 fingers on our left and on our right, 5 toes on each feet and 5 senses – day by day we use all of this to get an idea of the world around us and let it get into our hearts. This is why I encourage him and each smartphone oriented person out there to enjoy your ability to see more offline – in nature as well as downtown or with your vis-à-vis. Man should not be daunted if he doesn’t always win a prize with it. We are inhibited in our naturalness – all of us, men as well as women, in spite of all the penetrative online fuss.  An eye’s view is like knocking at the door, waving, saying “hallo”. I’m a human being and you are as well. Oh yes, my guest is sighing deeply and caresses my nylon leg at the end of our visit to “London”. “I’ll be thinking about the offline moment.” “Yes, a real eye’s view meets  real encounter. What a nice way to harmony.”

What about Anna’s safe 3.0?
Yep. You weren’t born for being a supporter of the protecting kerchief. That’ll take some time. But it is getting sensibly cuddly inside ma studio, because the journey is the reward.

You want to have fun or risk?

Do you feel overwhelmed by extraordinary challenges more and more – like me? If one of them is coming towards you, you care about it. Happy to be ready with it you are looking forward to more free time. But in most cases it isn’t like that. Juggling with some more brand-new news, the next “implicitly to do” is flashing. Sometimes I ask myself, what I was doing in the old days with that lot of free time without any unscheduled things. Curiously grinning you may ask me what on earth is concerning me so much. Let me tell you about some news.
Recently a guest called me who had had an appointment with me some weeks ago. He had felt very comfortable and enjoyed our esoteric togetherness with all his senses. Some weeks later it started rattling down there in a strange way, so he consulted a doctor of his confidence. He diagnosed him with sy – – – s. Lummy! You don’t need to have that. “Where did I pick it up?” he asked himself. My telephone rang. He gave me a short briefing about his situation and explained concisely this bloody illness. He was now browsing each “more intimate contacts” with this displeasing message. But I was sure about one thing – test result or  not – the carefreeness about oral delights will have to look for a new home from now on. I took this phone call as a broad hint: Dear Anna, look more exactly what to do or better refrain from doing it.
Love, delight and indulgence is the greatest experience human beings can have together with each other, but without your health it is more difficult with trinity.
Some days later the doctor of my confidence informed me, that I was bristling with a brilliant health. This made me even happier than him. Now I wanted to know about the matter more exactly and started reading in the www about STI (sexually transferable infections), learning more and more. After all the “ahas” and “ohos” had come out of myself, I wanted to talk to experts. The world wide web is quite nice, but a discussion with an old hand in the matter will be resonating much more inside me than an ocean full of information. I really was amazed what kind of pretendedly extinct illnesses men and women (no matter whether hetero, lesbian or gay) may catch in touch with wet indulgence.

The next step was the practical transfer of Anna Safe 3.0

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Conclusion until now:

I don’t have just my – let me call it centre – which may wake up my desire into the illimitable.Hands caressing my body let me shiver. Lying close together, touching each curve, feeling, enjoying. Didn’t know how much my desire can be celebrated by caressing my breasts. When the focus is changing towards the whole thing, more rooms towards yourself are opening. And concerning to the centre of my guest, I’m fascinated as well what kind of energy my magic hands are creating, making it really and unforgettable beautiful.
And now – what about the “little protectors”? I’m enjoying it with them as well, and some of those who have to make friends with these little things experience funny situations. I think that not everybody who is using them actively will fancy them. But it’s important to know about it and trying it. Nowadays this is not only concerning to the more or less often mentioned fringe groups. It’s concerning to all of us, because promiscuity is not only swashing into our country from outside, we and our sexual partners are getting more and more involved.
And by now, my guests will have to ask themselves: Anna Safe 3.0 – doing it or better refraining from it?