I am feeling blessed to have spent the last few days away building my business, connecting with new clients and working with my old clients, but most of all getting to have a girls weekend.
Kendal and I were picked up from the airport by her man , who asked us what our favorite part of the short getaway had been. We had managed to squeeze a lot of things into a short time!Read more
If you don’t have presence then you don’t have anything. Why would I make such a statement?Read more
Each bite is like tasting heaven.
Each swallow connects me deeper with the yummy sensations of my body
I savor every morsel I place in my mouth like I am having a great love affair with my food!
Do you want to know one of my favorite places in my house? It’s my bathroom. One might find this a bit strange, but let me take a moment to explain. In my bathroom, there is a corkboard where I keep little notes that the people closest to me have written. I get letters and cards throughout the year, but you have to be at a certain level with me to truly make it to the bathroom corkboard. It’s an honor reserved for those that I want their loving voices with me throughout the day and to boost me up on those days when I need boosting. In these letters and notes on this corkboard are mainly short messages that remind me that I am loved and cared about. There really are no ten-page letters of heart dripping vulnerability. Nope, these messages look more like, “I love you. You are beautiful, amazing, courageous, and funny.” Every morning when I am doing my morning routine, and throughout the day whenever I need to go into the bathroom, I get to look at these messages and occasionally will send off some energetic gratitude to the people that wrote the notes. I tell you this because these small scraps of paper on my wall are big things in my heart. They are little things, but they are, on some days, everything! Read more
From the time I was 10 years-old until I was in my twenties, I fought a bloody battle with my own body, which manifested as anorexia and bulimia. I spent 15 years in what can only be described as a hell of my own body but more than anything, a place where I was a prisoner of my own mind. I was blessed, however, to get help and eventually fully recover. I learned to come to a place of peace with my body and formed an essence of neutrality. I no longer put effort into trying to lose weight because I knew this was a slippery slop to relapse. Through the years of recovery it became apparent that I needed to work on my past sexual trauma that was keeping me stuck in not only a war against my body but in many areas of my life, especially my sexuality. I would later learn that most individuals with eating disorders also have some difficulties with their sexuality in some form or fashion. I went to therapy religiously and pushed myself to open up internal boxes that I had bolted shut. The deeper I dug the more disgusted I found for my sexuality and the more my body shut down physically.
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 push my lover back onto the bed and tell him it’s his turn to receive and my turn to play. As he lies back, I begin my slow tease over his legs, thighs, and eventually to his cock. I can feel his energy radiating through him into my mouth, and then my eyes flick up to meet his. He gives me a boyish grin as he tells me how good I feel, but what he doesn’t know is that right before his grin I caught a complete look of vulnerability on his face. His cock’s energy tells the story of this vulnerability as it pulses. His mouth begins a quick dance to avoid the feelings, “Are you comfortable?” “You don’t have to keep going if you don’t want,” “You look beautiful like that,” and then several derogatory comments towards his cocks performance. I slide his cock out of my mouth, and with a gentle touch, I simply say, “Shh, just relax and enjoy it. I’m having a great time. Focus on your pleasure.” Once again, we sink into the sensation and rhythm.