Siren’s Song

Sometimes I just need a break from spiritual growth and need to jump into some mindless entertainment. I recently was having one of these moments of needing to just escape the world, my feelings, and my head chatter and so decided to pick-up a fiction book. In the book the main character is turned into a siren. Greek mythology portrays Siren’s as women that were like mermaids that could also turn into winged creatures and would sing sailors to their deaths. These were women that were beyond gorgeous that had this entrancing song and way of movement that men couldn’t resist. Once a siren had a man in her grasps he was her’s to use. However, as these creatures are portrayed in the book I was reading, they are devastatingly beautiful until they are not fed, then they lose control and end up going straight for men’s hearts and tearing the man to bits.

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I’m getting my hair done and it feels great. I love the feel of the brush being dragged through my hair and the small tug. I love the sensation having my hair brushed and played with brings throughout my body. I love the focused attention that I am receiving and getting to just let go for a few minutes while I revel in the beauty of the touch and feeling of being pampered.

It’s one thing to pamper self. I’m a huge advocate and always tell clients to engage in self care. BUT there is something magical about another person pampering you. There is just a feeling of surrender and relaxing that happens when you allow someone else to step up and help you enjoy the moment. There is a receptivity that is impossible when pampering self and a level of a gifting. Read more

I feel like Orgasm Goldilocks!

I lay there as this first gentleman begins to stroke my body
I give soft but meaningful direction
I need the strokes soft and long and then a little shorter and quicker.
I share my own sensation but he isn’t listening to direction and so when I say left he makes no move to change things up. I say right and he continues to do exactly what he was doing.
I agree for him to enter me but the lack of direction has now got me into my own brain and nothing seems to be working. I logically know he is there but yet my body barricades against this touch because he isn’t listening and my body can’t relax knowing I can’t trust. I can’t surrender to the orgasm. He isn’t “bad” but I’m left unfed by the encounter.