I am still contemplating my life, more specifically, my work. I am, you see, somewhat afraid of me. Inside this mother, wife, sister, friend, aunt, there is a daringly sexual woman with unleashed sensuous energy dancing wild and free. I have been told I have “bedroom eyes”. I never thought it made sense…then I thought about the sensuous woman in me, her wild flowing energy, her hair that begs to be pulled, her body that screams out in pleasure. I feel her dancing within and understand what is meant by bedroom eyes. Those who gaze into my eyes see the sexy beast trapped within.
I have numerous erotica books I have written, over 5000 photos of me massaging various women (yes, naked women), a hand full of tasteful nude photos of myself, along with hundreds, if not thousands of erotic thoughts flowing through my mind, waiting to unfold onto the paper. I was just now explaining to Phillip Thunder that, when you free yourself from societal taboos and let go into writing erotic, you find yourself lost in the story. You are the main character, you are the glorious woman being fucked, you are the passerby, the one wishing with all his might that he could make sweet passionate love toeach and every woman he passes.
When I write, I want to give myself to the story. I want to share myself, or at least a piece of myself with each of you. What binds my mind is the thoughts people may have while reading my work. When I talk about ravishing a woman, tasting her sweet nectar, I feel bound. I am tied in knots. I feel shameful on a certain level. For those of you who have read my blog for a while, you know this is something I have struggled with for far too long. Today, I imagine myself naked, breathing deeply, bracing myself for the freedom that awaits me.
I am tied in red ribbons that are strangling my creativity, but I am beginning to break free. First, the ribbons wrapped tightly around my chest slip, as if they may simply fall away. My nipples are exposed. The ribbons around my waist follow suit and begin to fall away, exposing my hips. I take one step forward and the ribbons holding back my innate sexuality slip to the ground and I stand before you barenaked. I feel the beat of my rhythm taking over me, penetrating my soul…and I become one with myself.
I step out of the darkness and into the light…no longer afraid. I am whole. I am one. We merge. We are one. That’s all she wrote…from my heart to yours, JOY!