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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
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
When I get there, my life will be perfect. When I get there, I will be happy. When I get there, I will be able to focus on my family/friends. When I get there, I will be able to do the things I’ve always wanted to do. There, There, There… but never Here.
I’ve said it, and I bet you have said it too. The comments about how things will be different when you have reached a goal. The problem being that, for most of us, this goal is a constant moving target or it never creates the total life change that we expect. We keep on a lifelong search for our happiness, joy, time, and perfect life that never comes. We put our joy off until the ‘perfect’ man/woman comes into our life, until we get that new promotion, until we have enough money in the bank, until we are fully enlightened, until… we die. Read more
I have just finished having some beautiful orgasm and can feel my body radiating with energy. It’s a divine sensation, but as I am in my car, driving, there is a deep craving that rumbles deep within all this amazing energy. A desire for even MORE! I want to go right back, lay down and receive one, two, three, heck ten hours of not only orgasm, but also love and attention. I want an even deeper orgasm. At this moment, I want to see how far I can take this orgasmic energy and have it release even more stuckness in my body, and get me closer to the divine light of the Universe. I want to sit in the loving energy that I just left, and I want MORE! And I want it NOW! I don’t want to wait a few weeks, or a few days, or even a few hours. I want the connection and orgasm that can only be achieved when you are sharing energy with another person. My body, my mind, and my soul are craving for MORE! And if I’m honest at this moment, I am judging myself because I don’t want to seem ungrateful because I have such immense gratitude for the divine energy and the beautiful orgasm. I feel selfish because I want more “all about me” time, and so would be asking people to take time out of their lives to focus all the energy on ME. No, at this moment, I don’t want to reciprocate or worry about the other person. I want more, and I want it to be all about me. I just want more until I feel totally filled and am tapping out from being overflowing with pleasure. Then, and only then, do I want to bring it out into the world and help others get their MORE. Read more
I sit there on the floor, leaning back into the arms that wrap around my body and legs that create a cradled sensation. All clothes are on, and there is zero sexual energy in the room, but instead, a quiet reverence. I specifically requested to be held, and that’s exactly what I got, which sounded great in theory, but feels incredibly vulnerable in this moment. I both want to cuddle down closer to soak in the simple touch that I was craving and simultaneously, I want to run because I can feel emotions rising in my chest from the simple process of being held without expectations. Read more