Sex after midnight

He was sleeping.  12:30 am.  I had not gone to bed yet, our last night here, journaling and dreaming And just feeling the peacefulness of the moment.  As I lay there, soaking it in – the waves outside, the cool white sheets, him next to me Suddenly I really wanted sex.  My mind was like, really? It’s 12:30 am. You should be going to sleep. 

This body wants sex

This body wants sex. ⁣ ⁣ A week ago or so something happened and my desire for sex just fully unlocked. ⁣ ⁣ I don’t know what it was. A culmination of a lot of things, I think. Years of work with sexual energy and the dismantling of conditioning and suddenly I am feeling my pure desire. ⁣ ⁣ And maybe just eating. A fully

The magic of a slow blowjob

Let me tell you about the sweetness Of soft, nourishing, and tender love Of climbing into bed In early evening, just after sunset And winding skin together Of whispers about the future Excitement Of climbing on top, body pressed against body Holding his gaze And saying you are the best man I know.   Let me tell you about the magic of a slow blowjob.

Last Night He Drowned Between My Legs

Last night he drowned between my legs Slurping, opening around his face as she blossomed The windows were bare a straight path of sight for any curious neighbor And his fullness was in my mouth. Thick, throbbing with the velvety soft skin, my tongue playing with every fold And then I remembered I was not allowed to come. A rule I had set for myself,

Taking responsibility for your desire

A few weeks ago, I uncovered a pattern I had with Jordan. I would desire to have sex. But instead of naming my desire, I’d often just feel it inside my body and hope that he noticed. I’d think things to myself like, “I just want him to initiate more. To take control. I’ve been obvious enough, he probably doesn’t want to.” Sometimes I’d say

Do you cry during sex? There’s nothing wrong with you

Many years ago, I was with friends of friends and they were talking about a girl who cried during sex. ⁣ ⁣ “Can you imagine?” one of them said. “I would never do that.”⁣ ⁣ One of my clients told me yesterday that she cried during sex and asked me if something was wrong with her. ⁣ ⁣ CRYING IS A WAY WE RELEASE EMOTION.

What I want to remember: a prayer for masculine and feminine union

What I want to remember⁣ ⁣ More of my warrior is what is needed⁣ My scream, my strength, my not standing for anything less ⁣ Calling forth his highest version of himself⁣ ⁣ Offering him the earth as a gift. My sensuality, my dancing, purring, growling, stomping, moaning. ⁣ ⁣ My full, total, uninhibited expression. ⁣ ⁣ Soothing his system with that energy through my

Spilling your sexual energy

I put my naked body all over the internet and I rarely ever attract unwanted sexual attention. ⁣ ⁣ When I was younger, I spilled my sexual energy all over the place. ⁣ ⁣ I wore super low-cut tops, showed as much skin as possible, flirted… all with the intention of being more attractive.⁣ ⁣ Really I was trying to get validation. ⁣ ⁣ I

You desire the things that secretly disgust you

A couple years ago, I was listening to Carolyn Elliott talking about embodying your sexual opposite. The idea was to experiment with taking on the identity that you hate the most. I knew what mine was. I knew what sexual archetype ABSOLUTELY disgusted me. It was the image of a Playboy Bunny-esque type of woman, saying in this sly, submissive voice, “I like that Daddy.”

How to have any type of orgasm you want

I had an orgasm from my neck being kissed the other day. Yep – a full-body, long, tingly orgasm just from Jordan kissing a spot on my neck. I talk a lot about how our potential for pleasure is infinite. What I mean by that is that our capacity for pleasure is never-ending, ever-increasing, and our bodies will continually show us more, the more we