On the late evening of one day in the middle of autumn when I was sixteen or seventeen, a piano concerto flowed from a radio player. So tired, I was lying under a blanket and followed the music to some unknown abyss. Slowly I was released, getting lighter and lighter but downward. The fascinating sound made tears in my eyes. And I was so startled when I noticed that I was wet. How extreme in his sensitiveness! I was waterily wet. It was a big surprise and surely frustration to a young girl.
Before then I had never been sexually aroused by the other. As a late teenager, I was not a novice in sexual issues. But I had not been attracted by any handsome face neither masculine muscle. For the first time, without my intention and even expectation, the other outside me knocked my most private door. It opened me so softly and exquisitely. Under the total caring and keen insight, I felt so stable and free and at last natural. I fell in love with Rach, the composer and magician and lord. How completely manly he is! My soul had the fabulous gratification and my body trembled from the deepest part for so long time.
I learned about secrets in my female body: Colorful variation, not the persistent movement, tender energy, not simple power, caring, not waking, refined touch, not staccato taps are keys. Still now I am not sure that any male brain can find where those keys are. Do you know force under control is much more powerful than force with strength? Mental whispering makes a flower bloom. I never forget the flame inside me his rhythms gave. It was like a grand king's caress. I had the first and only sensual stimulation from the outside, which is Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2 in C minor, Op. 18.
Rach, your humble servant is sorry to react on impulse and thankful to get into ecstasies with your masterpiece.
cf. Chad Hille@Classy Classical: Rachmaninoff's Works for Piano and Orchestra
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