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
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.
When the clock strikes midnight
I’m not going out tonight.
We have an invitation. A party under the stars and next to a fire, filled with people we love. But I am tired. So I will stay in instead.
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