La Mer Series - ep. 2 The Littoral Zone [Erotic Audio For Women]

Transcript

Look around you, this is the littoral zone, the space between the high tide and the low. To most it's just a beach, to a biologist this is the most violent, competitive and ruthlessly honest ecosystem on the planet, twice a day it is thrown in salt water, twice a day it is exposed to harsh sun and hungry birds, there are no hiding places here, there is no sentimentality, there is only the truth of what we are. That is why we are here, this is the lesson for today.

The woman I was last night, the one who surrendered to the storm, she was magnificent, but she's not here now, you are, the woman who has already begun rebuilding the fortress, I can see it in the set of your shoulders, in the careful way you place your feet, you are performing a woman on a morning walk with a mysterious man, it is a good performance, believable, but it's not the truth, and we are finished with everything that is not the truth. Sleep here, by this pool, look, see this world in miniature, the anemone, that beautiful deadly flower, waits for something to stumble into its embrace, the crabs fight for the best crevices, they do not perform, they do not compromise, they survive because they are ruthlessly perfectly themselves, they are built for this reality, the changing water, the threat, the exposure, they are not concerned with being liked, you however, you are an expert in being liked, the reliable friend, the one who always listens, the one who always remembers the birthdays, the one who absorbs the confession and complaints of others and offers nothing but serene supportive smiles, it's a beautiful role, you play it to perfection, but it is a lie, Emil, I want you to put your hands in the water, go on, oh isn't it a shock, it doesn't care that you find it unpleasant, it doesn't apologize for its temperature, it simply is, now give me your hands, I'm going to use this water to wipe the performance from your face, this is real, this is cold, alive, it's a more honest touch than you ever received in years, stay still, let me trace the line of your jaw, your throat, with this cold clean truth, do you feel that, the way your skin repels then accepts, the way every nerve ending screams to life, this is what it feels like to be present without the warm comfortable blanket of your persona, the water you offer your friends is warm, sympathetic, you let them drink and drink, but who, my dear, brings water for you when you're thirsty, who listens to your truth, no one, because you have never showed it to them, you have decided that your thirst is a shameful thing, a weakness to be hidden, today we can call it by its proper name, strength, stand up, let the water dry on your skin, that feeling, that brightness as the salt crystallizes, remember it, that is the feeling of a truth settling in, now we walk, let's speak for another performance, the professional, impotent unfailing woman who anticipates every need at the office, the one who works later than everyone else, the one whose ambition is so tidy, so presentable, you've built a career of being indispensable, an admirable achievement I must say, but a career is just an exquisitely decorated cage, is it not, place where you can trade your freedom for the promise of security, you sacrifice your time, your energy, your desires, for what, the title, the approval of men you don't respect, you tell yourself it is for your own power, but the truth is that you have become the most reliable tool in someone else's workshop, this jacket you're wearing is the uniform for that role, right, sensible, professional, impenetrable, it is a line fabric form, take it off, good, now the blouse, it is another layer, another one of the same perfect lie, you're not here to be sensible, I want to see the skin of the woman who is not a manager, not a director, not a subordinate, I want to see the woman who exists when no one is watching, when no one is judging her performance, there, turn your back to me and face the wind, let it touch you, this is cold, it doesn't care about your quarterly reports, does it, it doesn't ask for your opinion, it only knows your skin, your warmth, this is a more honest introduction than any you have had in years, this is the wind meeting you, not your title, I found something, a piece of an oyster shell, do you see the edge, it's like a razor, authenticity has an edge like this, it's not meant to be comfortable or soft, it's meant to cut cleanly through illusion, we are not here to be comfortable, we are here to make a clean cut, to separate what you are from what you do, your ambition, it is not to build, it is to be safe, you climb the ladder not to see the view but to get away from the uncertainty of the ground, you have traded the ocean of what you could be for a well-maintained chlorinated swimming pool of a life predictable, safe and sterile, now look at me, your body tells the truth, your skin is alive with the cold, your nipples are hard against the fabric of your bra, your body is not afraid of dishonesty, it craves it, it is your mind that is the coward, the one that whispers about pensions and promotions and what people will think, we are going to silence that mind, we are going to let the body has its truth, there is one lie left to remove, one final faintly piece of armor, the bra, the carefully constructed artifice that promises support, now let's see what happens when you're left, unsupported, do it, yeah, there, entirely unsupported, entirely exposed, only you and the wind and the sea and me, this is the real, everything else was a costume and now that the costumes are gone, we can address the actress, the woman who has spent a lifetime learning our lines, the good woman, the one who never makes a sin, the one who is easy to love because she's never ever difficult, this is the original lie, isn't it? the one from which all father grows, the belief seated in you long ago, that your true unfiltered self is unlovable, that your needs are burdens, that your anger is ugly, that your hunger is shameful, and so you created a beautiful hollow doll to send out into into the world, here, place, the doll is not here, and I'm not interested in the doll, I'm here, this rock, it has been worn smooth, it has been worn smooth by a thousand years of tides, it has endured a thousand storms, it is the perfect place for our final procedure, lay back, feel the cold of it, the unyielding reality beneath you, it does not care about your comfort, it simply holds you, this is the operating table, and I'm going to make the final clean cut, I'm going to remove the fear, .