When I first signed up for a weekend sex retreat, I didn’t really know what to expect. I’d heard whispers about “healing through pleasure” and “energy work,” but seeing “penis massage” and “spanking queue” on the schedule still caught me off guard. Let’s just say it wasn’t your average wellness getaway.
The retreat was set in a quiet countryside villa. The moment I arrived, everyone seemed oddly calm and open—hugging, laughing, and chatting like they’d known each other forever. Within an hour, I found myself sitting in a circle with twenty strangers, talking about intimacy, trust, and boundaries. It felt weirdly freeing.
The first workshop was about sensual awareness. We learned to communicate what we wanted and, more importantly, what we didn’t. The facilitator made it clear that consent was everything. That reassurance helped ease the awkwardness most of us felt at first.
Then came the “spanking queue.” Yes, it was exactly what it sounds like. But it wasn’t crude or shocking—more like a strange mix of curiosity and laughter. Some people were there for exploration, others for release. Watching how different everyone’s experiences were made me realize how varied human pleasure really is.
By the time we reached the penis massage class, any embarrassment I had was gone. The session wasn’t about sex—it was about connection and understanding anatomy, energy, and care. It was educational, respectful, and oddly moving. People left that class smiling, not giggling.
The whole weekend ended up being much more than just erotic workshops. It was about learning to be honest with yourself and others. To listen, touch, and express without shame. I came home not just relaxed, but also a little more aware of how complex and beautiful human intimacy can be.
