Posted by Tinamarie on Mar 22, 2013 in coach
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Is sex disappointing, painful or uncomfortable?
Do you worry that you’ll never enjoy it again?
Do you dread getting intimate?
You are not alone.
I am determined to take the stigma and the sting out of sexual pain for YOU and any woman who wants that kind of freedom.
For years I felt like I had a Do Not Enter sign over my body, and I didn’t get a diagnosis for 5 years (because I was too freaked out to tell my doctor). I...
Posted by Tinamarie on Oct 27, 2013 in Sexbod Diaries
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I’ve thought long and hard about sharing this story and the accompanying photos. Is this pushing the envelop too far? Doing so with words is much easier than to show you my bra. Yes, I feel vulnerable. I also worry that someone will get the wrong impression and see smut where there is only love, weakness where there is freedom or conformity to look a certain way where there is truly sensual living.
This is a Tuscan Sexbod Tale of...
Posted by Tinamarie on Oct 11, 2013 in Featured Slider
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Anna Lisa asked me if I hugged trees. Yes, I do, I say while holding her close. Clinging with decorum almost because she felt as earthy and as sturdy as a tall elegant pine. Between us, hearts softened. If I were Catholic, I would call it communion.
Anna Lisa’s smile was broad in her narrow face. She spoke in the quiet words of a mystic guiding our group of 12 down in into the cellar of her home where her fourth child was being...
Posted by Tinamarie on Oct 7, 2013 in Sexbod Diaries
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Somebody’s getting spanked. I know who and I ain’t telling.
Day one of the Tuscan Retreat has begun. It’s my private time to reflect, take self portraits (why do I look pensive?) and imagine the improbability of being in Tuscany, against the odds and common sense because there is no way this is practical. At all. This is what I know for sure:
The soul has a thing and a penchant really for expansive spaces and interior...
Posted by Tinamarie on Sep 27, 2013 in Sexbod Diaries
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Large, pink and wrinkled, it’s too big to be held with just one hand.
I am caught off guard by the intense reaction to it. Maybe that’s why I feel compelled to try and get a closer look.
It is the Pink Elephant. Tagging along since the SexBod Diaries were started, this elephant has a name. It’s called Jealousy. And you’ve been asking about it a LOT lately. A LOT.
Dear Tinamarie, you wrote, I’ve read a...
Posted by Tinamarie on Sep 8, 2013 in Sexbod Diaries
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I know a radically skinny gal who obsesses about her cellulite. Friends who agonize about the size of their breasts. Older women addicted to Botox; youthful counterparts to the gym. Mothers who resent their childbirth hips; statuesque beauties who stoop.
How often do you stare into the mirror, missing what makes you unique and exquisite?
Your angst is rampant and real (It’s not just women who feel bad. Men struggle too.)
Posted by Tinamarie on Aug 13, 2013 in Sexbod Diaries
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There’s no advanced warning system for erotic awakening. You do it or you don’t.
Days of exquisite sensual touch have melted my resistance and fears. I’m ready for my sexological bodyworker to take the plunge.
Can I just say how helpful it is that at moments like this I know how to talk dirty in code.
What does a middle aged sexplorer ask for?
Double penetration with a side of vib*?
A g-sp*t massage with a helping...
Posted by Tinamarie on Aug 6, 2013 in Sexbod Diaries
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I take off my robe with precision and let it drop on the floor. I am nude except for my wedding ring. I take that off too.
Will you please put this somewhere safe, I ask my Sexbod. I mean the ring…and my relationship. I feel very married and that’s a great thing in this moment…it keeps me safe. It keeps me bound, not gagged. It keeps me committed, not attached. My husband sent me here knowing this might happen....
Posted by Tinamarie on Jul 25, 2013 in Sexbod Diaries
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One of the last passengers to board, he walks towards the back and takes the seat next to me. Neither of us are aware that we are about to have a conversation that will torment both of us.
Trim and slightly sexy scruffy, I notice that he is too young for me…and of course I am married, so it’s not so much about availability as awareness that we are a generation apart. This will torment us shortly. I use that word...