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.

Erotic imagination form

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.”

Cammie

"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.'"

Katie

"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."

Debbie

The Journal

The Magical Alchemy of Scars and Gardens

My grandparents were magical gardeners. Theirs was not so much a garden but a small farm. I would lose myself for days in the carefully laid rows of nascent food that stretched from the rocks of Lake Huron to the sand of Lake Michigan.

Likely the garden was a typical size and I was much smaller (who knows if memory ever really serves), but the space seemed massive to me. In the summer my brother and I would trail my grandfather, picking sticky green beans from trellises and digging up worms to catch fish from the lake. My grandmother would fry the fish and boil the beans and dinner was ready. It was a kind of childhood experience that was etched in my heart every summer.

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

The Bhagavad Gita 2:40