Befriend your body. Rewrite the story of your life.

1:1 Bespoke Erotica

Hello beautiful being.

I’m so honored that you are coming to me for 1:1 work to craft a bespoke erotic story. 

 
This work is for you if you want to dare to explore an erotic fantasy in a safe play space, but aren’t quite sure where to begin. It’s perfect for you to stretch the limits of your erotic imagination, unpack shame around something you “should” not want, or simply want to build your sexual vocabulary. 

 
This form is a confidential place for you to share the details of your sexuality as it relates to the story you want to come to life. Give me as much information as you would like to include, and we’ll begin working to open your erotic imagination. 

Bespoke Erotica + 1:1 Guidance

Before we begin... Are you above the legal age in your local jurisdiction to access sexual content? Before we begin... Are you above the legal age in your local jurisdiction to access sexual content?

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A peak erotic experience (your sexual "highlight reel") - Sexual or other trauma and how you feel a custom erotica story would address that - Your history with sex therapy and/or erotic bodywork (sexological bodywork, sensual massage, sex workers, sexual surrogates, tantra, etc.)

Ex: How old when you first masturbated? Were you ever caught? What kinds of fantasies or tools? How often?

If you could choose to feel a certain way in sex, what would it be? (Choose as many as you like)

Feel free to share threads of thoughts, flashes of ideas, or words. Here are some prompts to get you started: I have always wanted to... The kind of person I want to have in my bed looks like/sounds like/feels like... Something I want but have never admitted to another person is... ***Note: I welcome your desires, from vanilla to extra kinky. However, I won't take commissions for works involving fantasies about individuals below the age of 18 in any form.

Informed Consent & Agreement Please check each of the boxes to demonstrate your understanding of the following guidelines around our work together:

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The Journal

How motherhood slowed me down

It’s just after 1:00 p.m. My three-year-old daughter and I make the slow walk from her school back to our home. It is a walk that takes me seven minutes alone, but with her, we take about a half hour. It’s filled with questions: What’s that flower? What’s under that pile of leaves? Why is that man walking? And of course, there is time to say hello to her friend Gustavo, who owns the hardware store down the street.

This is her time. A time to meander and to not be pushed. A space to become fully immersed in that timeless state of childhood that I am sad to admit is not possible in all other parts of her day.

The revolution

My daughter called to me from her carseat, her voice tinged with sleep. The four-hour drive to our new home in a small Mexican town was overlapping with her naptime, but there was no other way to do it. The road was empty except for us, so I picked her up out of her carseat, wrapped her in my scarf, and nursed her to sleep on my lap. As she dozed in my arms, I watched a dog take off running at top speed along a row of restaurants. Something about the freedom of its movement, unhindered by cages or leashes, stirred some ancient part of me.

“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”

The Bhagavad Gita 2:40