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pros·ti·tute (ˈprästəˌt(y)o͞ot/) (noun) 1. a person, in particular a woman, who engages in sexual activity for payment.
The above is Google’s definition of a prostitute, and this is the common definition across many sites. A person engaging in sexual activity for some form of payment. Thus making today’s average woman a prostitute, married, single, doesn’t matter, we have become a gender that sells our bodies. Read more
Let me tell you a story about me, Addison Bell, when I was about 20 years old. It’s not a pretty story. Actually, it’s quite the opposite, and so I desire to give a warning that this is not going to be beautiful and sexy. It is also a part of the story I don’t usually tell both because it saddens me to think of and also because the person I speak of is no longer the person I see in the mirror. Read more
This is the article I have been feeling reluctant to write. This is the article that I have sat on for years because it just feels too open and honest. Yet this is the article my soul needs me to write, and my spirit says that it’s time. My Facebook feed has been filled with a trend happening of announcing you’ve been impacted by sexual abuse or assault by writing “Me Too.” So here goes, in my opinion, hate my opinion, but it’s what it is: Read more
” I was so impressed with the attention that Addison took in my recent adventure session. I had been feeling blocked and shackled by so many things that had occurred over the last year to 18 months in my life and Addison suggested we do an adventure session where I would turn myself over to her guidance and let her help unshackle me from my fears, my doubt, my shame, and my resistance to allow help. So I agreed.
The session started out at the entry of the destination where she had items lined up for me to transfer the homework that she had given me. Once I got everything done in this stage she had told me to put a blind fold on and called out that I was ready to venture forward. She came to my side and guided me delicately to another space where she had me breathe and remove my garments. Then she took me through a deeply emotional process of feeling all the weight that I had been carrying and asked me if I wanted to relieve myself of this. As I gained trust in the moment and in myself I began to remove each weight and finally asked for her help to clear myself of all that I had been carrying.
From there she took me through a sensory exploration of releasing each layer that had been stunting me.The process she took me through allowed with deep permission for my awakening, revealing the new beautiful layers of my heart, soul and physical self. A few hours passed and after she cradled me in love and spoke affirmations of strength, beauty, healing and revelation to me she removed my blindfold and I found myself carried away to a psychedelic land of positive vibes. I stood naked before a mirror, with glow in the dark paint on my flesh, a beautiful light show before me, words I had desired to own for myself written in glow in the dark ink on the mirror and her soft voice of encouragement that I deserved and could have it all.
This adventure session was one of the most deeply profound sessions I have ever experienced with a tantric guide. I am in eternal gratitude for Addison’s care, attention and guidance in helping me move forward in a difficult time of my life.”-Renee, Dallas TX
Addison’s Additions: When I received this testimony I was overjoyed to hear that it was an enjoyable and transformative experience but I’d like to say that this adventure session was not just a profound experience for this woman but also for me. During this particular session I saw this magnificent women in ways that I had never experienced her as she allowed herself to open into a vibrant energy. I was thrust into my own adventure during her session as we worked through completely separate but connected experiences. In adventure sessions the person receiving is ALWAYS the creator. I provide the space, the tools, but it would have meant nothing without the energy, the beauty, and the opening of this dear soul. I was truly blessed to see and explore the energy and learned my own deep lessons throughout the process. This was one of the most profound sessions I have had the honor to be a part of in my practice. Thank you for sharing your beauty!
“The way a man penetrates the world should be the same way he penetrates his woman: not merely for personal gain or pleasure, but to magnify love, openness, and depth.” -David Deida, The Way of the Superior Man
I sit with a male sex coaching client and he tells me all about how his wife has dramatically changed over the last few years, which has him greatly concerned and also has him feeling frustrated. He explains how, when they first married, his wife was upbeat and fun to be around, had a high sex drive, and was full of energy in her life. But, then, he describes a woman that, only a few years later, now, has a low sex drive, sometimes experiences pain during sex, is low energy, moody, and simply does not have her old optimistic attitude. As I dig deeper into his sex life, the reason for these sudden changes begin to unfold before me as I am told about a lack of sex in the marriage due to the daily demands of stress and children. When sex is happening, it’s usually only between 15 and 20 minutes, never involves cuddling, and is always climax-focused for both him and his wife. He states, “But it’s not like she is not orgasming, she always has a clitoral orgasm.” I chuckle as we spend the remainder of the session talking about the mysterious female body and the difference between all right sex and soul-shaking sex, and the great importance of the latter.
If you know me, then you know I adore music and have different artists for every mood. Music inspires my body and soul, and today, I am in a very soulful mood. I lie here in the grass on a beautiful spring day as the sun shines through my strawberry blonde hair and onto my pale white skin. Then my music library shuffles to Dave Matthews Band and the song “Dreamgirl” begins my turn-on, and then continues with “Crash Into Me.” Both of which make my soul sing with desire and orgasmic energy. It feels very fitting for this divine moment. I start singing along and thinking about how EVERY woman should have at least one man, if not more, in her life that looks at her this way. I close my eyes and dream of one of my lovers sitting next to me and staring at me with a mischievous boyish grin of desire and hope. Taking in not only the sun reflecting off of my body, but also looking deep into my soul to see all the beautiful little messy parts of me that he adores. It brings a beautiful smile to my face. I start to dream of my “Dream-man” where we continually and playfully ‘crash’ together! Chasing after one another in an animalistic playful way that is also sensual, where we are eating each other up, and can’t get enough at that moment.
I sit there talking to this man and I find a little corner of my heart making space for love towards this man. We chat about a recent date of his, and I laugh with him about his slyness with coming up with amazing adventures. I love hearing about one of his lovers, specifically because it fills me with joy to know that he is happy and to see the beautiful relationship he has built. I am new and so stand in awe of the magnificent love. However, in his haste to get things out of his mouth and find clarity within himself, he stumbles over his words and unbeknownst to him, they come out all wrong. I suddenly try to eradicate that little piece of my heart that was just implanted with love… but it won’t budge. My heart clenches, my chest aches, and my eyes struggle to hold back the tears in the dark. I lose touch with everything being said and have a vivid image of my heart bleeding all over this beautiful bedroom. He chatters on about general life without realizing I deeply need triage.
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“A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow.” ~ William Shakespeare
I hold memories from this vacation that will always be dear to my heart. However, as I sit here on the airplane, all of the struggles and daily life nuances that I was able to forget come rushing back as we lose contact with the beautiful energy of Punta Cana.
I look over at my friend, and our simple, hysterically funny conversation quickly becomes serious. I look into her eyes, which are holding an openness I can’t express, and my heart spills out all over the plane. My tongue has been set free, and I am talking a mile a minute as she simply holds space for my insecurities, my fears, and the pain that has been buried deep down in my heart.
I am wearing a sleek black dress, high heel shoes, a pretty garter belt, and stockings. There are no plans of having sex tonight but I did want to feel sexy in my own skin. Most of all, I wanted him to think I looked beautiful. When I walk into the room, I want his jaw to fall open and for him to have a dozen fantasies cross his mind. Throughout the night, I tease with playful statements. Nothing. Nada! He doesn’t see me sitting in this car, wearing my heart on my sleeve, and wanting to be acknowledged. Really, for him to see that I am hurting and that a smile or hug from him could fix a world of hurt. I am craving to be seen in this moment! The more I am ignored, the more my Ego begins to make up stories about what he is thinking. I don’t verbalize it but mentally I scream… “SEE ME!”