Work/Life Balance

In the health industry; state practitioners are by no means able to become involved with their clients. After doing a research study (which I will retrieve if required to) I argued that clients in some scenarios could not fully be healed by the practitioner because they were not able to share "intimate" moments with them. A woman (or man) can become attracted to their guide in a sexual way which can be framed in "good" books as temptation. Temptation however does not exist where there is consent.

Call me modest for not initially showering her with the accolades a sexy woman usually gets bombarded with because she deserved it, but in the occult, consent is an essential cardinal rule. Even when the kinky factors like submission and dominance are added into role play there must be a consensual understanding. I mentioned it, but didn't go too far despite the spark in my pants. When the photo of her in a bikini came into my inbox just as I opened the app I was blown back. I have yet to see her in that type of way. Some would say it's only a swimsuit, but I said "omg look at them titties", followed by a "you have such long beautiful hair" which was met with a "it used to drop down to my ass". Ok now that my vision board had a beginning I really wanted to know the depths. After her break up she was not feeling herself which was more lively especially in social situations. She didn't post anything, nor did she feel as content in her new body as she did in her pre-boyfriend one. It was raw honesty and self-recognition therefore she began with a healthy grip on her reality.

The full moon in Sagittarius I believe had an influence on what would happen next. While discussing my business operations she chimed in with her interest. After hearing the ins and outs she began delivering her qualifications for what I was proposing as freedom ignited by the moon stationing in the archers position. Her peach nipples reeled me in like a fish on a line, but I was not prepared for the ass shots that would follow; about maybe ten in total because I insisted that she prove in abundance what I couldnt believe I was seeing. Keep in mind we are still in business mode at this point; the particulars are not important to the telling of this story however. Two things were happening: 1) I was securing something I was looking to do when the right prospect presented themselves, and 2) I was helping her come out of the dreary social slump she had been subject to when involved with her significant other. A little tossing around of numbers added some financial health to the harmonious equation. Bathwater buns and boobs brought to you in this digital moment is the least I could do to fancy your visual taste. Things got much more intense as she suggested I take my business hat off for at least a moment. She demanded that I not fuck up the moment, tell her what I'd do to her, and to make her cum before the night was through.

This was the first time I interacted with a client like this, but it was like I was preparing for it my entire scientific career as I highlighted in my research study years ago. Her chart was uniquely aligned with mine and was unraveling before my eyes. I did everything she requested of me and recorded it so if we wanted to take the life part of the balance and turn it into work it is right there to do so. I guarantee if you read and saw what was taking place you'd be on the edge of your seat if not many other things. Since then we chat when we're not immersed in work, we are not weirded out by each other all of a sudden, and we catch each other up on the deal we sealed that night. In context, I bet some may think we are unprofessional, irresponsible, and bat shit crazy horn dogs caught up in a taboo full of more rabbit holes. But if I can show receipts, COGS, statistics, profit and an unbiased survey of our health after this encounter I wonder what scrutinizers would say then. The results of this risk is one I'm willing to be under fire for if that should be the case; consequently, I'd tell accusers to mind their business the same way we minded ours, literally.