I was thrilled to talk with Lara Waldman – The Abundance Activator – for another of my Intimate Conversations! I love the way that Lara brings together her 25 years of experience in self-development, transformation, and healing work, to offer a new...
1. Retaining my desire for desire is what matters to me most. As long as I can feel my desire for desire, I know I’ll be able to navigate the seas of change. 2. Staying curious and creative allows me to stay open to finding and enjoying new desires. My desire is not a...
Desire is longing, anticipation, yearning, having and not having. When I write about desire I often feel it as an ache, an empty space waiting to be filled, a delicious potential. Pleasure is in the moment, embodied, felt and received. When I write about pleasure it...
One of my long-held fantasies centres on having a private, outdoor space where I can be naked and commune with the elements. I want to stand in a rainstorm and feel the water drenching my hair and skin, running down my back, and wetting my lips. I want to press my...
Have you ever had a lover reach for you and touch you with such passion it takes your breath away? Do you know that feeling just before their hands make contact with your skin and you can almost feel your body leaping to meet their embrace, to close the gap between...
I want to call in my magic. I want to call in my power. I offer myself to something greater – it is time to fully claim my soul’s magnificence. I bind my breasts together to make them stand proud and to bring my nipples close enough that I can touch them both at the...
Just me, some lube, a bed, and time. Touching myself gently and reverentially. Stroking, soothing, relaxing my body and my emotions. Creating safety, and landing into this sacred space. Away from all the external noise and demands. Just me, some lube, a bed, and time....
“Influencer”. It’s such an odd term. I hear it used in the context of social media and it’s made me give some thought to who has influenced me over the years (including way before social media was ever a thing). A quick scan of my bookshelf reveals the answer. There...
Erotic short story… All those drunken confessions have led to this night. Each time we sat together, bottle of wine on the table, feet on the sofa, Adele or Emeli or Lana on the stereo, you loosening up and me listening. As the evenings wore on you inevitably...
In my writing ‘play’ shop (Writing as Your Sexual self – you can access it here) I shared a prompt: “write a love-lust letter, either to yourself, or someone else.” Here’s what I wrote in response to that prompt. You can watch and...
