She breathes in deeply, and smells the sea. She slides it over her tongue and down her throat, she savors…
I have embarked on a journey to connect more deeply and intentionally to my own pleasure, and to unlearn so many myths around love, sex, and relationships.
My life is good beyond words. It’s good because Yvonne is my friend, and because I live in this tribe which is made up of people who have always done whatever it took to have my life be excellent beyond words.
We suggested a meeting at 12:30 on the family skype hotlist, our main on-line means of keeping all the tribe members abreast of all the happenings of the day…
At house meetings everyone has a turn to speak. It is a chance to acknowledge your life and often to give specific frames of how you or others have benefitted from living by the viewpoints of a pleasure based life.
Menopause and fun? Those two words seem more diametrically opposed than the saucy bedfellows they have become in my life. While fun has been the prevailing force in my menopausal transition, I started out just like many American women do…
I was doing soft, gliding strokes in the crease at the left side of her clit, up and down. Yvonne mentioned that I had once again touched what she called the spot of hopes and dreams.
I felt a tingling sensation on my finger. I also felt the magnet-like attraction; like yesterday. The attraction is as if I cannot disconnect even if I wanted to. It is as if my finger is glued to her clit.
She says “Making your sexual and sensual pleasure a priority will change your life…”