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
Karma yoga (on the path of motherhood)
I like the skins on sweet potatoes. I enjoy their texture and I like knowing that there are nutrients in them. I also don’t particularly like peeling them. It adds an extra step that is not necessary, which makes a difference in the limited time I have to cook us a meal. But she doesn’t like them. If I leave the skins on anything — sweet potatoes, carrots, grapes, even chickpeas — she sticks out her tongue and spits until the offending characters out of her mouth. Perhaps the texture is too much for her smooth baby tongue. Or maybe she doesn’t have the right technique to adequately grind the skins down with these new teeth of hers. My job is to smooth the rough road ahead of her, so I peel the sweet potatoes before I put them in the food we will share.
This too with love
I lived on Kauai for the past two years. During that time I never seemed to see the news. No one I knew had televisions and I almost never saw a paper. But as we are transitioning our life to Mexico, I have been stationed at my in-laws’ house in a suburban purgatory for a month. This is my vacation to the rest of the world. Here, the news is a part of life.
It’s not that I value being uninformed. Quite the contrary. It is that I value learning what I need to learn without taking a healthy dose of fear alongside it. It is possible to do this, though it does take a bit of work because everyone has a slant, including me.
How I learned to become an Ayurvedic baker (plus a recipe for cookies you can eat for breakfast)
When I was in my early twenties, I woke very, very early and hauled myself into a kitchen of a cafe in Boulder, Colorado. I flipped on the lights at 5:00 a.m., turned on the ovens, and spent my morning hefting gigantic trays of steaming muffins, pies, and cookies from back of house to front.
Baking has been in my DNA since I was born, and it was delicious fun to live out my childhood fantasies as a professional baker. But as much as I loved spreading the perfect cream cheese frosting on a carrot cake, this new direction kept appearing for me. At the same time I was learning to perfect my cheesecake recipe, I was learning about the effects of refined sugar on my body. I was whipping up layer cakes while doing candida cleanses, and suddenly it just fell apart. I left my job as a sugarplum drug dealer and sadly tucked my apron deep into the back of my pantry.
“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40