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. Whatever this is.
What is this?
With one exception, they all answered quickly and to the point.
Four say, HECK YEAH. We are having sexual relations with our sexological bodyworkers.
One woman says, HELL NO. This isn’t intercourse so it’s not sex.
I’m uncertain. Part of me wants to differentiate al la Clinton. Sexual relations vs. sex vs. playing with sexual energy. Sexological bodywork is primal in it’s healing powers.
Though only hands and toys are involved – penis and mouths are strictly forbidden per the code of ethics in the training of this field – we were experiencing deep pleasure and multiple orgasms with another being. This is strictly one way touch too. My sexbod is the professional and I am the client and recipient of ecstatic massage and touch.
What matters more is what we are finding in ourselves as women on the other side of facing our fears. Watching my soul sisters dance with their wounds and triumph gives me the courage to take my own next step. If she can do it, I can do it…
What I have at home and what I’m doing here co-exist in this blissful universe because my husband, in his alpha male scorpio way is as much a seeker of freedom as am I.
I am doing this for me. Nothing changes in my relationship at home, but everything is shifting in the time and space of this retreat and for this I need to be completely stripped, bared, revealed, raw…vulnerable.
SexBod is the master of this craft and I have been assured knows exactly when to stop and when to continue. When the redness and the sighs are invitations for more and when the pain he wields is too much for willing flesh to handle.
Bum is ready.
When he is done, I will be one layer lighter holding the controls of my invisible plane flying higher than I have in a long time.
Later, my soul sisters and I will talk about the experience. We will confess in giggles and sighs that restraints and sensual spanking released something delicious and it was more than just a neurobiological or chemical response.
Safe may not seem like the sexiest word to you, dear reader. In a world in which too many women are taught to fear sexuality; hide it; deny it; or be the keepers of their vaginas because there are times when having a vagina can feel like a liability in our sexophrenic world, safety is a delicious thing.
The coolest of breezes on a summer night, the brightest of stars in a cloudless sky. Safe is the space women yearn for in the arms of their beloved.
Yes. This kind of Safe is sexy. It’s freeing. It’s ripe. Women are ripe or at least they are ripening…
Safe. Free. Ripe.
Why am I sharing so openly? Because I realize that the less I have to hide, the more you can emerge from your slumber. It’s time. It’s time. Women need to finally live and love, integrated and whole, free to connect to their power core. If you want to learn more, I invite you to contact me.
Many already have and it’s a beautiful, beautiful thing…
Read more SexBod Diaries:Getting Naked with Strangers (vol 1) Working out the Kinks (vol 2) On the Scenic Route to Ecstasy (vol 3) Voyeur to Pleasure, Witness to Healing (vol 4) Easy Writher (vol 5) Ecstatic Friendships (vol 6) Orgasmic Pixie Dust (vol 7)
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Tinamarie is an Intimacy, Love & Libido Mentor for Women. Read more at www.TinamarieBernard.com.
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