I’m a bliss coach
I’m a tantric practitioner
I’m a sex educator
But here in this room.
🎀I’m just a girl! Read more
🔥🔥My Soul is Ignited 🔥🔥
This life ignites my soul. I feel the hot fiery burn deep in my core.
It screams to be Released. Explored. Discovered.
Deeper it screams.
More passion, more play, more opening. Read more
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.
Rules. Standards. Lines in the sand.
This is how we treat our relationships
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 wait for my coffee to finish brewing and glance out my window into the grey cloudy sky. Behind the clouds you can see the morning sun wanting to peak through and light up the sky.
The clouds are swirling and passing and I find myself enthralled at their graceful movement through the sky. Read more
I stand looking over the edge. I can feel the pulsing in my body and the desire I have to leap. Yet I can also feel my heart racing a mile a minute and the fear to step back from this cliff. On one hand my body is craving this adventure and has been speaking to me for awhile about this particular life cliff. Read more
The cool against my skin
The feeling of goosebumps blossoming out from my core
The heat of my hands as they vibrate
The opening in my chest…
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.