The most powerful thing you can do NOW to feel alive ALWAYS

That you are universally skin-hungry and primal in your basic urges bears out in your conversations, the media obsessions with other people’s sex lives, and our ferocious reading of erotic, how-to sex books, even the collective gasp at Fifty Shades of Grey.  Harlequin-esque BDSM may be the gateway drug to fetishized sex in vanilla bedrooms… it could be the wake up call that erotica is a literary genre worth taking a private peek at…or it...

One Simple Practice for a Summertime of Sizzling Sex

“For once, I did nothing but allow him to pleasure me. On his gentle insistance, I relaxed into his embrace and let go of the mental static that usually accompanied making love. Each time those all to familiar gremlins of fear, anxiety or self-consciousness made me tense, my lover knew exactly what to do. Lips and hands brought me back to the one magic moment. Kisses said, your skin is warm and delicious. Eyes glowed, you are perfect the way you...

Is the World ready for Sexy Feminists?

Women are starting to own their sexual power. Is the world ready for a future with sexy feminists? Years ago, I posted a playful heart-in-cheek article about the emerging post-feminist femme fatales (PFF) on a staunchly feminist website. A PFF, I wrote, was both an “accomplished woman in all political, social, environmental and economic arenas,” and an “enchantress.” Confident and graceful, funny and committed to social justice, she wore lingerie,...

Get Your Mojo On

Every Women Needs a Mojo Mirror When a person is on fire and in tune with life, it’s obvious to all those who witness that they are in the zone, that ultimate state of being. Once we’ve tasted that mojoliciousness, we yearn for it in the way a child years for the comfort of loving arms. To live and love in the Mojo moment is to be fully who we are – past the pretenses, the worries and expectations, whatever they may be. A women in that...

Nothing Plain About Vanilla

Since when did this fragrant aphrodisiac become the meme for boring love? The first time I heard lovemaking described as vanilla, condemnation dripping from the tongue, I might have felt my private life was wanting were it not for my sense of play.  My inner child has always loved vanilla, especially the rich, creamy French version. Mystifyingly delicious in every food or beverage and heady as a scent, there was nothing plain about it. That I was having...