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OUR SECRET
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A HUMP DAY “HACK”
Ok. The hack is really to bypass it. Smell the roses. Take the longer roads.
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MONDAY MORNING LOVE: THE PRODUCTIVITY ORGAN
Am I the only one who appreciates the brain between a man’s legs? Sending it my Monday morning love.
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THE SPEED OF LIFE
“Sensuality is the total mobilization of the senses: an individual observes his partner intently, straining to catch every sound.” Milan Kundera Life happens at different speeds that we control, or at least do our best to control. Have we lost our sensitivity to the richness and presence of life around us? Efficiency matters, even in some cases, when we masturbate. It’s time to slow things down…
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FLASHBACKS OF THE GOOD GIRL
A scent. A song. A line from a book. A scene from a movie. Then the flashback to a memory buried so deep that it surprises you when it rises vibrantly to the surface of your conscious mind.
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MONDAY LOVE & CONFESSION
You have to listen to find out.
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SATURDAY SENTIMENT: SLICES OF US
Finding ourselves in slices. What we give and what we take. There is a eroticism to the mystery of us. The gospel of “finding yourself” perhaps is too large. An expectation too great. I’m not afraid to admit that my soul slumbers and awakens.
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GIVERS & RECEIVERS
You need both to play the game of intimacy. The trouble is deciding which is more fun!
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HUMP DAY LOVE: WORDS TO PONDER
Last weekend we celebrated Easter and for Jewish people the end of celebrating Passover. The symbolism is not lost for those that practice faith. Sacrifice and renewal. In a world that is trying to shorten our attention spans, it is the holidays of Passover and Easter that can make us purposefully pause. Faith. Gratitude. Forgiveness. Love. We all love platitudes. How often do we “like” them on social media? It makes us feel good for the nanosecond that we engage. How many times in an average day do we try to disrupt our own habits and schedules for the good of another? It is the small not necessarily large gestures…
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Sore Nipples
I want you to close your eyes and listen. Here my voice and imagine the flesh of my breasts, warm and soft against your body…