“Our biological body is a form of hardware that requires periodic re-programming through tantra, like new spiritual software, releasing the latent potential of the soul.”

Tantra is the practice of treating our bodies as temples, learning how to remain present while relinquishing control, and seeking awakening through embodiment and connection. In a world that is increasingly noisy, impersonal, and unkind tantra allows us to create a slice of nirvana together. Through this sacred shared space we access the deepest and most powerful aspects of our sensuality, overcome blockages to success in all avenues of our lives, and unlock our best selves.

As a new tantra provider I am seeking a partner in crime with whom I can explore the techniques of tantric kissing, body rub, and meditation. We will also likely manage to get to know each other, have a lot of fun, and share some giggles along the way… What do you say?


"Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night."

I have big news! I'm retiring Asha Singh! This is an invitation for you to join me in celebrating my beloved play persona and, to paraphrase the poet Dylan Thomas, let's rage together against the dying of the light?

I love my life as Asha but the person that created her is not the person that I am any more. I am nearly a decade older, wiser, and sexier. My desires have evolved with the incredible experiences I've racked up in all my years of travels across space and time. 

I want to share the new me with you. I want to create a place for us to engage in a more authentic way. I feel the potential for what we can achieve and am excited about nurturing these possibilities for us to reach new heights together.

So, let's take the plunge, shall we? If you would like to partner with me in my journey going forward I would love to meet you before I say farewell to Asha forever. Make a date before the end of August and take 10% off the donation for your last time with Asha and another 10% off the donation when you meet with the new me.   


Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night? When everything's a little clearer in the light of day. And we know the night is always gonna be there any way."

I moved this month to a new spot in the Financial District. As much as I will cherish the memories we made at my last place this studio is a welcome upgrade, more centrally located in a building that is understated yet sophisticated, and the unit is decorated more to my luxe feminine tastes.

The convenience of stopping in for a salacious quickie has me thinking of the iconic one hit wonder Afternoon Delight. A tongue-in-cheek tune that created the universal innuendo for lovers who prefer to connect under the taboo light of day. I listen to it on repeat and let myself drift into a reverie...

First, a medical scene, doctor conducts a thorough exam. I am bewildered but cooperative as he grazes my body with his hands, lingering on my breasts and clitoris. I submit completely when he says he need to investigate further orally...

Next I'm your best friend's hot girlfriend. You come over to our place while he's gone at work. We share a few drinks and some laughs, I relax next to you on the couch, there is a spark. Your hand rests on my thigh and begins to wander higher...

Now I am a school girl, plaid skirt, knee high socks. You are my teacher, a heartthrob, a good guy. I have a crush on you. I ask to meet you after school to discuss extra credit, I'm such a good student, you say yes. My intention is just to talk about school but I can't help myself. I start to touch myself and then you. I'm stroking the outline of your cock in your pants. You resist. I beg between long, hard, deep kisses. Finally you relent and pull me onto your lap as I unbutton my collared white shirt and feed you my erect nipples...

Why wait for night to dream when you can have an afternoon delight?


"The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there is in life to celebrate."

As I celebrate my birthday these words from Oprah Winfrey resonate. I celebrated 37 years old as of Monday. Yes 37 years old! The waiter at my birthday dinner carded me when I ordered my cocktail. He glanced at the birthdate, then back at me, and back again to the ID this time incredulously and finally asked, "What's your secret?"

I think the uncensored answer to his question was too x-rated for polite dinner conversation. Instead I responded with a wink, a smirk, a shrug, and a giggle. "I celebrate every day."

This year the celebration started early. A week before the big day I meet him out on the town at a favorite spot of ours. An intimate place where we lubricate each other through our tastebuds, liquor, stolen caresses, good conversation. As he settles the bill and leads me out of the restaurant with his hand gently rested in the small of my back he can sense there is still a hunger. We planned for this but it still felt surreal. The taxi wasn't going to my place or his hotel. We pull up to an unmarked door, mysterious as it is tantalizing, an adult playground called Oasis on Toronto's east-side. The night had just begun...

Flash forward to a few days later. I'm cuddled up with an old friend marathoning Netflix, catching up after a long absence, teasing underneath the sheets, getting lost in each other's eyes and the lavishness of our kisses...

And then to a few days later when he has me instruct him to take me to several upscale boutiques. With a subtlety to our kink we interplay in the eroticism of the material world. He strokes my foot while slipping on a heeled shoe for my appraisal of its worthiness, we adorn my body with glimmer and lace, all in preparation...  

On the eve of my birthday he let me take him on his back, with his knees up in the air, raising his body toward me in complete submission. I am plunging deeper and deeper inside of him, losing control. He tells me he will take it all so I grab him by the hair and give him all of me to the tune of his helplessly ecstatic moans...

Finally, on my birthday, I am the one at the mercy of our fantasy. We planted the seed last time we saw each other and have been building the anticipation ever since. We talked about every dirty detail, our boundaries, the nature of our desires. My patience is spent. By the time he arrives I'm throbbing but he pushes my lust even farther as he sets me on a chair with a glass of wine and tells me to wait quietly as our other friends arrive to join our game... 

I am a believer that the more we celebrate the more there is to celebrate. Let's make the entire month of April a birthday celebration. Perhaps you would like to share in my secret for eternal youth?


“That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are."

Most men are not unlike J.D. Salinger's protagonist Holden Caulfield as he is quoted from the Catcher and the Rye above, that is to say, afraid to truly fall for a girl. These are the men who ask me whether I am "authentic," they exchange emails ad naseum, they repeatedly ask for my phone number. They fear the unknown, they fear giving in, they fear exactly what they desire the most.

A genuine connection. The energy created by the friction between bodies of passion. The synergy that can't be faked or contrived, rather, it flows organically when lovers collide and are open to come what may. 

Engaging with me is not for the faint of heart, for the frugal hobbyist, or for those in search of a predictable (bordering on robotic) encounter. There is nothing cookie-cutter about me. I understand completely if I simply am not your cup of tea.    

However, if you've made it this far perhaps you're one of the select few that make my match. A creative intellectual, an erotic explorer, an intrepid connoisseur of pleasure. A man, unlike the boyish Holden Caulfield, ready to bravely submit to the power of his lust.