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Hi Leela,

maybe my spirit is not as free and independent as yours (yet) , or even what I thought it was, and have I traditional views to untie in my head before understanding the true freedom and live it too … Without hurting anybody. So yes, I probably have a complete wrong interpretation of what I mean to you . Although I know that the mutual attraction must mean something to both of us and is special. It s transparent, beautiful and apparent when we are physical and yet grey and complicated otherwise.



The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

- Even losing you - the joking voice, a gesture
I love I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

I should have let you do what we seem to do best.
Not talk but feel and heal some of the words away that we said or wrote.
You had seen that and expressed it and I was unable to comprehend because of all the shit in my head.

Somehow I hope you do see that I have accepted you as you are a long time ago but have not caught up with you in adapting or living the moment to the full and forget all the rest. If there is just the moment , there can be no drama before or after.
I guess therefore you would also have to accept me as I am.

And the behaviour you had to experience is not who I am. But hey , I guess I messed that up pretty well.

So, this leaves me in your hands as to where this goes from here. If it goes nowhere I am still greatfull to have had the chance to meet you and go from services to wherever it is we went. Thank you for that and and all the bliss moments it has given birth to.

If goes to another place from here I do not have a name for , we will see …

Wishing you all the best,

P. Bond /Brussels

My dear P. Bond from Brussels

Thank you for your touching words …

Dear Leela,

there are no words to express what I had experienced with you in the lounge. Even though I try.

You opened a new dimension, a new universe in my heart. Up to now I was thinking, only someone from outer space can accomplish such a task. I was wrong. You Leela, a woman in flesh and blood, did it. And what a woman you are!
I was feeling you so intensively over and over, all over the time. I was simply enjoying.
Enjoying your tender and then again dashing hands, enjoying your sensual, cuddly body, enjoying your empathic being, enjoying your soothing voice. You lead me from peak to peak to the peak final. You launched a firework of emotions and feelings. I went diving beyond time and space. I always was sure, you are holding tight. I was experiencing pure pleasure at the highest level.

Thank you for this from the bottom of my heart, I hope you had some fun too. Believe me this one thing, our adventure that evening chanced something deep inside.
I am looking forward to our next date, for the fire you sparked off, I’ll never ever let it cease. Thank you so much and all my regards


Dear K.-H., You speak a rather poetical toungue. Let me answer with simular words:
The body is nothing else but the reflection of the heart – a fragile, frail structure of form, movement and light. The touch is a playful dance with the world, a playful dance between you and I.

Whenever two souls mirror each other while dancing, and when someone sees himself in the eyes of someone – that’s when our hearts beam brightest. Sometimes almost heavenly bright . . .

John from Beirut/Lebanon

Hi Leela
When the famous French poet, Alphonse de Lamartine wrote his immortal “Suspend your trek O Time! Suspend your flights”, he knew that, one day, this could happen.
And it did.

Surrendering to Leela’s magical touch, closing your eyes, exhilarating in her body to body massage, listening to her musical movements amidst her warm temple, rediscovering your body like never before, reaching levels of intense serenity & fusion and more and more …

This is what I experienced for 2 endless hours …

Dear Leela, I will never thank you enough for this trip, worth the “One Thousand And One Nights”. Until we meet again, my dear Genie Leela, I wish you all the best,

Servus …

Dear John,
Oh yes! I love Alphonse de Lamartine, since I first heard his poem »Le temple« in my French lessions at school, when I was I think 12 years old: The original French tongue got a special flair:

Qu'il est doux, quand du soir l'étoile solitaire,
Précédant de la nuit le char silencieux,
S'élève lentement dans la voûte des cieux,
Et que l'ombre et le jour se disputent la terre,
Qu'il est doux de porter ses pas religieux . . .

Yours Leela

Vicky from Mumbai/India

Hi Leela
It was indeed a pleasure meeting you. Take care.

Tom writing from Sydney:

Hello Leela

Hope, you remember my name. I just go on writing . . .
I had already enjoyed some very nice Tantra massages before, but still I was driven by curiosity and the will, to discover real new experiences and take my borders to the limit – maybe even trespass consciousness.
What I found together with you, was much more than this: I was able to let myself loose and float in transcendental intensive highs, like I had never known before. And I was always sure, that you are here watching and catch my floating fall . . .
Thanx for that!

Hi Tom, be sure our beautiful fine hours are indelible parts of the memory in my eternal soul. Universe war invented specially for those moments, we two had the pleasure to experience. Let me thank you too.

Yours Leela

Good Evening Leela,

Still I have a big smile on my face – haven’t been so relaxed for a very long time. Your massage, with your tender hands, your sensual body and your intensive positive aura has been a massage especially for my soul. Thank, hope to seen you soon.!


Dear Pierre, thank you for your post. I'm looking forward to our next date!

Jean aus Basel/Schweiz

München im Januar, abends um halb neun. Schneetreiben am Franz-Josef-Strauss-Flughafen. Mein Flieger ist am Boden, doch alles nach der Landung zieht sich. Um 21 Uhr habe ich einen Termin zum Leela-Tantra. Ich simse ihr meine voraussichtlich halbstündige Verspätung, kein Problem lautet die Antwort. Als ich dann fast eineinhalb Stunden später im Massage-Spa ankomme, öffnet mir eine lächelnde schöne Frau. Ich bin Leela, schön dass du da bist.

Als ich nach fast zwei Stunden wonnigsten Wohlbefindens in mein Taxi steige, das mich durch das nächtlich verschneite München zu meinem Hotel bringen wird, lächle ich auch ...

Heute Nacht werde ich gut und tief schlafen! München sieht mich wieder, Leela auch.

Vielen lieben Dank Jean, für Deine Komplimente. Und Du hast so schöne Worte gefunden ...

Von einem Engel berührt

Zuerst sah ich dein Lächeln. Dann deine Augen ... Du nahmst mich mit in dein magisches Zauberreich – ein Traum wie aus 1001 Nacht. Und dort berührten mich deine zarten, wissenden Hände, Engelsflügel-gleich. Ich tauchte ein in schwerelosen Raum, wo Sterblichen Flügel wachsen. Keine Gedanken mehr – nur nie gekonnte Seeligkeit.

Sanft öffnetest du alle Pforten meiner Lust. Es begann wie eine leichte Brise im Sommerwind, dann umwogte mich die wilde Brandung meines Verlangens. Kraftvoll dein Griff, pure Energie. Welle folgte auf Welle. Willenlos ergab ich mich dem Ozean meiner Erregung. Und immer und über allem – die endlose Zärtlichkeit deiner umarmenden Berührung ...

Ich ging mit einem Lächeln. Aus meinen Augen leuchtete wohl eine Spur von Glück.

Fred82 aus Berlin

Fred, Du schreibst ebenso poetisch, wie sich Dein Körper anfühlt. Ich habe die Stunden mit Dir auch sehr genossen.

Peter R. aus München

Mädchen, Mädchen, Mädchen. Es war einfach göttlich. Das gönne ich mir bald wieder. 1000 Küsse an Leela und den schwarzhaarigen Engel, wie hieß der gleich noch???

Peter aus Schwabing

Peter, der dunkelhaarige Engel heisst Tilopa. Sie lässt dich auch schön grüßen.

Ralf von der Uni Osnabrück

Liebe Shakti - Venus Leela!

Du bist eine sehr wunderschöne Venus-Frau wenn man deine bilder betrachtet. In deinen zarten Händen muss man(n) - Frau schmelzen!

Liebe Grüsse


München ist eine wunderschöne Stadt mit einer Menge Sehenswürdigkeiten! Wie wär's mit einer kleinen Studienreise?

Jochen aus München

Hallo liebe Leela,

... ich habe gut geschlafen an diesem Abend :-)) ... und meine Verspannungen sind immer noch weg. Ich danke Dir für die schöne Erfahrung, die ich bei Dir machen durfte und freue mich auf ein nächstes Mal! Hoffentlich dann mit ein wenig mehr Zeit danach ... ;-)

Ganz liebe Grüsse


Tut mir Leid, Jochen. Es war wirklich etwas hektisch gestern. Kommt bestimmt nicht wieder vor. Versprochen.





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