10/12/2020
Just so incredible when clients send you testimonials like this....
My wife and I met in 2003, both 19, both fresh out of school and we just clicked, studied, worked together, never fought, everything just perfect.
Our S*x life was just that...s*x. Like any new, young couple...we did it often, anywhere...was exciting as she was my first proper girlfriend. I never thought much about the future and at that stage, I would not have been able answer whether I thought we'd ever get married or not. We just were "us". And we were happy.
I knew from early on in our relationship that she had experienced s*xual trauma as a child. But that's pretty much what it was...something that had happened she would just live with it. She seemed ok, we seemed ok...we had no issues in the bedroom and we were perfectly matched outside of it.
At some point I began to realize I would marry her and we would just remain the awesome couple we had always been. We got married in 2010, bought a house, had 2 amazing boys and were finally settled. Our s*x life had slown down, as I was taught to expect...we carried on happy.
And then the s*x really started slowing down, I got turned down, all the time. I practically had to beg for it...and when we did it, it was nothing more than a quickie; I'd climax, she wouldn't allow me to make her climax. The emotional side was dead, the passion was dead. I needed the passion to feel "whole" as a couple. Yes, we were still happy, I was still happy...we still laughed together, we still were perfect in every aspect of the word...until it came to s*x. Occasionally I'd be granted an opportunity to pleasure her, to make her climax...and I never let an opportunity like that pass be by. After a session like that I felt complete again, it wasn't just empty s*x. It was passionate, it was intense, it was raunchy. It was heaven. And after each such session, my hope was restored...she'd come around again...maybe start innitiating things, allow me to pleasure her more regularly again. But that never happened. A month would pass, sometimes 2...nothing but the meaningless "me-only" sessions...few and far apart, empty. Like feeding an unwanted animal, and then sending it on its way. It must be satisfied, it must not bother you again for a while.
I was angry
I was confused
I despised her at times. But still she always had the upper hand, she decided when I would get "fed", she was content and my needs were just that....MY needs. I begged her to go see someone, expressed my unhappiness in the bedroom, but she didn't seem truly bothered by it. She never even made an effort to fix things from her side.
Sometime in 2014 I was driving one day and saw an ad for sensual massages, I called, booked and I went for 1, it felt awesome! It was ultimately meaningless but it was much more than I'd get at home. I went again, I went a few more times. I looked forward to the days I planned to go. The girls liked me...I was young, I was in shape. They were thrilled when I booked them. I wasn't there usual type of client and that made them put more into the sessions...there was some excitement from their side. They even allowed kissing and touching...there was an aspect of sensuality which I had been denied for a very, very long time.
I cannot say how long I had thought it would carry on but it worked for me. It fulfilled my s*xual needs whilst I could still remain happily married in all other aspects. But then that day came, the day I got caught out. The day my train derailed...
I She was hurt, she was angry. I felt guilt, IA had regret...but did I regret ever going, or just the fact that I wasn't careful enough. Was I truly sorry...I would not have been able to answer that honestly. I'd been open, I'd been patient, I'd expressed all my emotions. I hadn't gone searching for another women to connect with emotionally, I never tried to strike up a relationship, an affair. I found a way to remain happily married but also happy s*xually. I am not, and never was proud of what I did, but it had happened, and now it was out in the open. But the thought of losing her killed me, I couldn't live without her...she was still my best friend, she was my wife. We still loved each other tremendously.
After the initial shock, pain and anger had subsided...she decided to try working through it. She agreed to not leave, walk away. As painful as it must have been, she decided to give us another chance.
We still were amazing together...we still had that...we hadn't grown apart...yet...
We ended up seeking help from a s*x therapist. (A marriage councellor was not going to solve our problems, there weren't problems with our relationship...apart from s*x...)
We went for a few sessions and it seemed like things were going well. But then, at what would end up being our last appointment with her, she referred us to a friend/acquaintance of hers...a Ta***ic healer. The idea behind it was that seeing as I had gone for massages, she would too. In a way it was meant to even the playing field, but more than that, it was to try get to the root cause of all our bedroom problems...my wife's lack of desire, the blockage in her system. Her childhood trauma had had overpowered her sensuality. She had been stripped of her innocence and could thus never flourish into a beautiful, sensual, s*xual goddess.
Her first session with Ernie Pretorius was not easy for her, she was scared of the unknown, she was scared of the known. She was nervous, she was petrified. But...Ernie had prepared her. He had spent so much time talking, listening, answering questions, giving guidance. She had agreed to go see him, she had taken the first step to recovery, physical, mental and emtional.
After her childhood trauma, she had seen psychologists, from one to the other. But she had never ever been healed.
I took her to the session, feeling 300% comfortable leaving her with him. He was professional, he was knowledgeable, an aura of positive energy flowed from him.
I had this thought though that she'd chicken out, either just before the session or midway through. Thought it would be too much for her...But she didn't, she too felt his energy, his passion for his work. She was comfortable and she was ready for healing.
The session was so intense and had such a huge effect on her. It woke the woman inside her...the sensual sprit trapped inside a sealed vault.
After that session she basically fell asleep when we got home, not before we made love, for the first time in what felt like an eternity. She awoke the next morning, refreshed, smiling, laughing...happy...content.
We had s*x 7 times that week...she was ravenous, she was hungry...she was like a new person. And it wasn't just s*x...it was intimate, it was raunchy, it was passionate, it was the best s*x of our lives. The goddess had been set free!
She went back for another 4 sessions back then and I started going for sessions with Ernie's wife, Tanja.
We have since grown closer than we ever were. We have our ups, we have our downs...but we have each other. We go back from time to time for some realignment...but we are as happy as we could possibly ever be.
Ernie did was many others had failed to do, he achieved the impossible.
Without his intervention, and our introduction to Ta**ra, we would not have made it.
We celebrated our 10 year anniversary recently and foresee many many more to come...
And I had been misinformed, it is not natural for s*x to die down during marriage...the frequency will increase, decline and then increase again. But the passion should remain constant.
Happy husband.