Befriend your body. Rewrite the story of your life.
Hello there –
You’ve signed up to explore – and expand – the limits of your erotic imagination. I’m so proud of you, and I can’t wait to write your story.
How it Works
You’ve signed up for four 1:1 sessions with me, which will culminate in you receiving a bespoke erotica story based entirely on your desires.
The first step is to fill out this form to give me just a few basics about who you are and where you want to go.
Once you fill that out, you’ll get an email with an invitation to schedule your first session. We’ll meet over Zoom unless you’re local to Vancouver/Vancouver Island, in which case we can meet in person (just reply to your confirmation email, or email me at sonja@yourbodystory.com if that’s the case).
In our time together, we’ll dive into your erotic imagination. We’ll cover the types of erotic fantasies you’re drawn to, any pockets of shame you might experience around your sexual desires, your experience with self-pleasure, and the framework of an erotic story that would speak to your deepest cravings.
Take the next step and fill out your erotic imagination form and we’ll get moving on making your dreams come alive on paper.
Much love,
Sonja
In Your Words
“I am a changed person because of Sonja and so are my relationships.”
"I was surprised by how well Sonja really listened to me, and not just my words. She is present, and thus can find the deeper expression among all the rambling and 'I don’t knows.'"
"Sonja is a wise, authentic guide teaching deep and mind-blowing truths using a fun, light-hearted approach.
After each session, I feel more in touch with my intuition and filled with optimism."
The Journal
Bird of Paradise
I once met a flower who took the great risk of unfolding herself in front of me. I don’t know why she did it. Her cocoon was safe; the color she was once wrapped in hid perfectly among the lush tropical green. Far different were the streaks of orange, yellow, and...
What it means to be Chosen
I had never considered chanting a mantra until one picked me. It didn’t just pick me once, but tapped me on the shoulder daily for weeks, then months. I would sing it like a pop song, albeit one I didn’t know all the words to. This is how I knew we belonged...
First Light
I have killed a lot of babies. (Plant babies, to be clear.) It starts like this: Put a seed in the ground and get all excited when it pops its head up. Give it too much or too little water/light/touch/air and find that the next day my little sprout has slumped over in...
“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40