Befriend your body. Rewrite the story of your life.
Hello there –
You’ve signed up to explore your erotic imagination, and I can’t wait to write your story.
How it Works
To get started you just need to fill out this simple form. In it you’ll share with me the outline of the bespoke erotica story you’d like to receive, plus a little extra so I can get to know you and what turns you on.
You’ll find the erotic imagination form here.
Give me as much information as possible so you can get a piece that speaks directly to your desires.
From there I’ll send you a note with some questions to clarify what you want, or invite you to schedule a 30-minute call in case we need to explore exactly how you want this story to go.
If you feel stuck on asking for what you want (it’s common) or want to go deeper into your exploration, email me at sonja@yourbodystory.com to book 1:1 work with me.
After we set the story line, you’ll get your piece in 4-5 weeks, sometimes sooner.
Here’s the erotic imagination form again.
I look forward to making your erotic imagination come to life.
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