Connecting to my eros, to my sex, to my body, to my woman. It's insanity. The speed of everyday life. It takes conscious practice to slow down. To feel. My animal body. To feel my soft skin. To feel my breath. It's a great opportunity as a single woman to truly dive into how to stay connected to my turn on, to my wetness, to my desire when life gets super busy. Stress is the death of eros. We as a society have less sex than ever in our history. The normalisation of lack of libido, lack of errection and lack of desire. It's serious as fuck! It's dangerous and it should scare you. Our very basic instincts are failing. And so are our health and wellbeing.
Yes, I get it. The busy, busy, busy days, weeks, months, years. I get it. AND no fucking way. I don't want to live like that. I can promise you, if you are my man and I'm yours, our connection is going to be a lifelong practice in letting our bodies connect and reconnect over and over again. In sickness and in health. Cuddles. Hugs. Smoking hot, nasty, raw, primal sex. Soft, emotional lovemaking. Making out. Wet sloppy heads. Sweet kisses. Ass grabbing. Lying naked skin to skin listing to your heartbeat. I want it all. So I'm keeping myself wet, soft and warm for you. Feeling my own, slow, lazy movements of joy and pleasure. Every day, in everything I do I'm open to eros, to my sex and woman. I'm preparing myself for you. The man that truly understands the gift of a wet, soft and receptive woman. Who wants me, craves me, loves me and adores me. Who understands the deep healing power in sex. Who does what ever it takes to stay connected to his body. To his desire and hardness. The ebb and flow of fucking and resting. Connected to his heart and cock. Clear mind. Strong heart. Hard cock. And a straight spine. He who knows to rest deeply and recharge with healthy sleep.
I'm more ready again to recive you. I'm making room for you. I trust the timing and I'm being my part.
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