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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...
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“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...
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Welcome Curious One!
We are super thrilled to connect to you and there are plenty of ways to do that, heart to heart, mind to mind and soul to soul. From virtual retreats, in-person playshops to webinars, the opportunities keep growing for you to feel happy, healthy and free.
If you like what you read, just wait until you meet. When she speaks, you are inspired and empowered and turned on to create a life that feels powerful, purposeful and filled with...
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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...
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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...