For many years I’ve been teaching women of all ages to connect with their pussies. I believe this is the center of our power and that great things come into our lives when we prioritize pleasure. If you ask me, I will say: no you don’t need lube, listen to your pussy, she knows when she’s ready. If you will ask me, I will say: no, you don’t need that expensive toy, make a ritual and be with your body, touch every inch of your pussy, and read what she has to tell you. Go deep, answers are within, follow your desires, follow your pussy.
I’ve been a bit against sex toys because I’ve seen them as capitalistic objects sold to us as a shortcut to pleasure, while I believe we can seek and find pleasure in everything free and accessible to us. I also have many facts about women losing sensitivity, getting too hooked and so on but I will put that aside. I haven’t been driven to them mainly because they don’t have skin or hairs, they can’t cuddle, talk, give back kisses or massages. In my perspective, nothing could ever replace human connection.
But if you read my last posts, you’ve noticed I’m in a big new phase, I’m currently challenging my own beliefs so I can flow through life with openness. I tried coffee for the first time this week, I also swam in a pool without feeling disgusted, so when I saw a discount on that toy everyone has been talking about I thought: “why not”?
I ordered it and three days later it arrived. I ran to the post store like a child, bought some goodies for our date night, and ran home to open it fast.
When I saw it I thought to use it right away, but then I thought:
Is this how I want to be fucked? Is this how I’m going to fuck myself?
Hell no! I want no “quicky”! I want the whole pack! I want to fuck me as I like.
So I prepared a night ritual, for my pleasure, for myself, for my pussy: