Anais Nin – A gorgeous and sensual woman.

Anais. My first erotic inspiration. Thank you, my lady heroine.

These 2 quotes I resonate with in the deepest places of my soul.

Man can never know the loneliness a woman knows. Man lies in the woman’s womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Woman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, but a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love, a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for woman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.
Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934

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I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.”
Anaïs Nin


The Next Big Thing Blog Award

Overwhelmed with gratitude on receiving my first blog nomination!!!

I’ve recently discovered that Blog Hop awards are pretty popular. It’s an excellent way to ‘pay it forward’ and promote other bloggers in their endeavors. Many blog hop awards exist like One Lovely Blog Award, The Very Inspiring Blogger Award, The Versatile Blogger Award and the Reader Appreciation Award, to name a few. I just might make up one of my own!

But first, I’d like to humbly thank my nominator and handsome gentleman of The Living Notebook for so kindly adding me to his 5 choices for The Next Big Thing Blog Award. Although, I don’t think there’s an actual award. So as they say, “It is simply an honor to be nominated.”  I can live with that!

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Note to all nominees: When receiving a nomination, you therefore must nominate 5 blogs that you believe are the “Next Big Thing” and then answer questions about a your own work-in-progress.      And the nominees are………

Ashley’s Tiny Crumbs – Ashley Wilkinson was finally ready to speak out in June 2012 and has now had over 100,000 hits. Her blog takes you on her personal journey of being in a mixed-orientation marriage in the Mormon church. She passionately conveys all her hardships on being married to a gay man, the pain and frustrations of living a lie and the disillusionment of the LDS church. She takes you through her depression, suicidal thoughts, the chaos of having 4 children, her numerous experiences at church and the love and acceptance she still has for her gay ex-husband. The best part is that she’ll have you almost pissing your pants in laughter with her humor and wit! She is also my sister.

Lost in Rural America: The Dope Cook Chronicles Meth. It’s bad news and we all know it. Breaking Bad reminds us of that. Well, this guy is giving the critically acclaimed t.v. show a run for it’s money. My most excellent friend, Jerome Panozzo, tells the true story of his once life-controlling addiction and all it’s encompassing dangers in these short chapters. It’s dark, raw and gritty with edge-of-your-seat intensity…and more chapters are added weekly. Last I heard he is in negotiations for a book deal!!

The Better Man Project – Evan Sanders is a lover of life. He blogs about his dreams and his transformation. Evan is bound to be the next inspirational individual, if not already, who encourages others to take a spiritual journey of their own. His much anticipated book is set to be released in a few short months. The book will be a compilation of all his adventures, the people he met and how he is continuously growing into a better man. “The world needs better men. This blog is simply about my journey to become a better man and the things I run into along the way.

Whet Your Woman – On a sexier note… This sensual God of a man calls himself Renaissan. He has “rebirthed” himself from the ‘lonely, shy clueless guy in the corner’ having no skills with the ladies to the ‘chivalrous alpha male warrior’ who has ladies flocking to HIM. His bold and sexy blog is intended to give men the knowledge they so desperately need. “How to pick up women and keep them coming back.” Yes, keeping them coming back in the key. After reading only a few of his posts….I asked him, “Where have you been all my life?”  He is an up-an-coming (pun intended) guru for teaching men self-confidence and how to attract and satisfy the woman of your dreams.

The Hungry Lesbian – Are you a woman slowly creeping your way out of the closet? Well, you are not alone. After living a heterosexual life with a husband and kids, “Sue Summers” has made a life-changing decision. She has chosen to be true to herself and allow happiness into her life. In a perfect world, everyone would be accepting of homosexuality and no one would have to hide. Sue is taking it one day at a time and one blog at a time. Her hunger to love a woman has lied dormant for too long and now she is ravenous. This anonymous blog gives her an outlet for her own self-discovery. One day she hopes to be OUT AND PROUD!! Kudos to you, lady.

And there you have it! My 5 choices for The Next Best Thing Blog Award!

My personal work-in-progress Q & A are as follows…..

1)  What is the working title of your novel?

The Birth of the Courtesan. This will be a trilogy. Book 2 will be The Strength of the Courtesan. Book 3: The Fall of the Courtesan.

2)  Where did the idea for the novel come from?

The idea to write about a Parisian courtesan in the early 1900’s came to me while flying in the sky – on an airplane.

3)  What genre does your novel fall under?

Erotic Fiction. It has a few dark elements to it.  Murder, nightmares, premonitions.

4)  Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Oh my. This is too much to think about. I’ll need 4 redheads. One in her 50’s, one in her 30’s, one in her teens and a 9 yr old.  A blonde teenage girl with large breasts. A sweet & handsome teenage boy with brown hair. And a creepy sexy looking guy in his 20’s. 

5)  What is the one sentence synopsis of your novel?

Charlotte was the best courtesan in Paris and she loved her life.

6)  Will your novel be self-published or represented by an agency?

Self-published! Amazon, Smashwords, and all those other little book sites.

7)  How long did it take to write the first draft of your manuscript?

5 weeks for the first draft. 3 weeks for the second. Which means I did nothing but work on it day in and day out.

8)  What other novels would you compare this book to within your genre?

Memoirs of a Courtesan, Memoirs of a Geisha, etc. 

9)  Who or what inspired you to write this novel?

My own sexual growth inspired me. My philosophy on sex and how it should be celebrated. I also took a hard look at others making their dreams come true and I thought, “Well, here I go.”

10)  What else about your novel might pique the reader’s interest?

It’s hot shit. Fiction but believable. Women will love it. You’ll be crying in a few chapters, nervous in others and horny throughout! Get out your tissue boxes, wine, chocolate, vibrators or your lover on stand-by.

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“Sex is not love” FALSE.

I hear so many people say this…

“Don’t confuse sex with love.”

It seems it’s a common and natural emotion that humans go through when they begin a sexual relationship, whether it be casual, romantic but non-committed or a soul-mate situation. This feeling of “attachment” that we develop with a person through sexuality cannot be denied. But we keep denying it. Time and time again with statements like the ones above….we keep denying that we are loving.

Ok, so perhaps a one-night-stand would be the least likely situation for 2 people to form a bond of sorts. But what was the point of the one-night-stand in the first place????

I’ve been a massage therapist for 15 years and the MAIN thing I have been taught and keep learning over and over again is….. HUMAN BEINGS NEED TO BE TOUCHED.  Most animals live inside a womb being cradled, held close to the mother and the heartbeat – the life force. When baby comes out the holding must continue. Babies must feel safe; reassured sub-consciously that they are being cared for through touch if they are going to stand a chance at being a loving person themselves.

Think about it, what is the usual behavior around a baby? We kiss and coddle the hell out of it. We are drawn to it like a moth to a flame! We just want to love it! And babies eat that shit up.

Truth is….we never want to stop. We go through life wanting and needing that love and reassurance of our existence to continue through being touched by another. A handshake, a pat on the back, holding hands, cradling to sleep, hugging, kissing, or makin some sweet ass naked love.

It’s ALL LOVE in some form!! Sex is an act of love. Through sex we love the body. We love our humanity. We love our own needs. We love another by giving pleasure, whether it’s considered selfless or selfish. We are loving.

Even in a casual sexual relationship aka ‘booty call’ aka ‘friend with benefits’ aka ‘fuck buddy’, a human bond is formed. It is STILL a love of some sort.

I have felt real love for some of my casual partners. I just grow to love them as a human being.  At times, I’ve even expressed it by simply saying “I love you.”  WHAT IS THERE TO FEAR?? Why do some people get so freaked out by those words? The words “I love you” do NOT have to come with expectation or an insinuated understanding like “ok i love you so it’s time we have a relationship now”.

Why can’t “I love you” simply mean “I love you” ?

Human beings need to have sex to feel the life force, the heartbeat, the empathy that the desire is reciprocated. That expression is love, you guys. Love.

There’s a great erotic movie called The Center of the World about a dancer who has agreed to have erotic play with a client for a few days for a nice sum of cash. He can’t help but love her and she denies her love for him…even though we know she feels the same. Ya sure, we see it in Pretty Woman too. Or a dozen other films. Which only reinforces my point. That because it started off as a ‘business transaction’ means that LOVE is off the table! Don’t you DARE fall in love!! Love is bad, you guys, bad! That’s what the movies say!

Even in “50 Shades of Grey” character, Christian Grey’s boundary to not be touched or loved was eventually crossed…and he liked it. He needed it. He wanted more. Through his exchange of sex with his heroine came the emotion of love. It happens people, the shit happens.

Sex alone is still a form of love. It may not turn into the kind that lasts a lifetime or even the kind that establishes a monogamous relationship. But nonetheless…. it’s love.

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A poem of love. Revisted.

Once upon a time, I was in love with a beautiful woman. This love was forbidden. At times, unrequited. But it pulled me closer and closer. A love that would last for a decade. This is what I wrote for my lover.




standing on the shore. the tide washes over my feet. cleansing the granules of sand off my toes. stepping further into the water coldness chills my legs.the sandy floor scrubs the skin off the bottom of my feet.

the sun is almost done for the day. it lights up the water’s surface with illuminating oranges and yellows as a final gift to the ocean and all it’s contents. the water may look warm but do not be deceived. it is cold and uncomforting. and i am still sinking into the sand.

the sun seems so promising. i stare at the disappearing sun as if it whispers “come to me”. the further i walk towards the sun, the closer i am to drowning. but still, it seems so promising. the chill of the water jolts me, telling me to turn back.

i want your warmth. but all i feel is ice. your promising illusion never delivers.

and yet i will still come back tomorrow…. to do it all over again.

because i love you.


Creating a Novel is Weird Science


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Writing a novel, or any form of story, is not too unlike creating an entity Frankenstein style.

You begin with a thought, an idea. You want to create something – give it a life of it’s own. You’ve made a decision to write and for the most part you know what the core of the story, this creation, will be about. Those thoughts become the entity’s consciousness. Now a glowing ball of energy vibrations lingers in mid air.

The intro or prologue is written, then the 1st chapter. A skull forms around the conscious ball of light. The following chapters are written day in and day out, giving your person a backbone, clavicles, humerus’, radius’, ulnas, carpals, metacarpals and a ribcage.

You now have reached the middle, the heart of your story where the plot really begins to thicken. The heart appears inside the ribcage. You feel it pump, you feel the story begin to write itself. Line by line, beat by beat, arteries, veins, capillaries emerge from the heart and wrap around the bones.

You story continues on with each page….hip bones, femurs, tibias, fibulas grow steadily. Your last few chapters appear on the pages and the ending finalizes the creation of your skeleton with tarsals and metatarsals

1st draft = A consciousness, a heart/circulatory system and a full skeleton.

Ahh, now the work on the 2nd draft can ensue. Time to start using your head. A brain is now needed for the facts. You research to plug in dates, places, details of your characters surroundings and historical information. The nervous system branches out from the brain surrounding the blood vessels. Your entity needs to feel the story, smell the story, taste it, see it and hear it.

Careful placement of conflict in each scene materializes a stomach, pancreas, gall bladder, intestines, a bladder and bowels. Means of digestion of the intensifying plot cannot be overlooked.

You have reached the end once again. The resolutions and conclusions towards the last couple chapters has given your entity reproduction organs to climax with! Ohhh!! It has all come together!!

2nd draft = Brain/Nervous system, digestive and reproductive system.

Alas, the final proofread, spell check, grammar check and last skim for errors creates the muscles, tendons, ligaments, tissue and skin for your newly developed entity to move around in effortlessly.

And finally the last page has been turned over and it can breath. The breath of life in it’s new pair of lungs has expanded.

You can now introduce it to your readers. Upon their meeting, it is up to them to decide if they enjoy it’s company, never want to see it again, want to be BFF’s with it, make sweet love to it, or reject it completely.

The fate of your novel idea is in the hands of the reader to either neglect it and watch it die or give it immortality.


A seemingly successful pursuit of a man…..gone wrong.


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In 2007, I attempted to pursue a man through text message. I shall refer to him as “Casey”. I had seen Casey around the local bars and clubs. We shared several mutual friends. He was tall, dark and a little bit handsome. What attracted me the most to him was his ability to be silly and make me laugh. So many brownie points can be earned if a man makes me laugh. We flirted and joked every time we saw each other out and about. He loved giving me hugs with those big, long, strong arms of his. Ahh….he melted me.

So I decided to be my usual bold self and ask for his number finally. He blurted it out immediately as I typed it into my phone. I said it out loud, amongst the loudness of the bar, to confirm I got it right. I left after I hollered, “Ok, see ya, I’ll text you sometime!”

The very next morning I texted him. (some will argue it’s “text” not “texted”. I beg to differ. Texting is an action verb and past tense you add an ‘-ed’. Deal with it. Comment on that if you wish)

Here is how it went:

Me: I think I kinda like you.

Casey: I think I kinda like you too.  (my heart is now racing)

Me: I suppose that means we need to have coffee sometime soon. 🙂

Casey: Most definitely. Call me in about an hour when I get a break and we’ll talk about it.

An hour passes. I call. His voicemail picks up and I hear his voice recording.

                 “Hello, there. You’ve reached Travis. Leave me a message!”

I thought to myself, “Hmmm, that’s funny. Oh, I bet, Travis is first name or he’s just being hilarious as usual.”  I did not leave a message. I simply texted him saying…

Me: Hey, tried to call. Can you talk? Oh and why does your voicemail say your name is Travis?

Casey: Because that’s my name.

Me: ok. Well, call me when you can.

He calls. This conversation goes like this:

Me: Hey, how are you?

Casey: I’m good. Just got a break from work.

Me: So I was wondering, is Casey your middle name or first name?

Casey: Um, neither. Why are you asking?

Me: Um. Hold on a minute. So this is not Casey?

Casey: No. Is this Misty?

Me: Ummmm…nooooo. This is Carrie.

Travis: Oh um….uuuh…..

Me: Yeah. Uh ok. I guess I’ve made a mistake then. I got this number from a guy last night.

Travis: Well, sorry, this is Travis.

Me: Alright……well…..I guess I’ll let you go. Have a nice day!

WHAT….THE….HELL…..JUST……HAPPENED???? I was so excited that Casey liked me too and it wasn’t even him!! Not only that…he thought I was some other girl and I’m sure he was getting just as excited as well!! WHAT ARE THE ODDS!!!?????

I had to get to the bottom of this. “Did Casey give me a phony number? Why would he do that? He’s been so freakin nice and flirty with me!” I thought over and over.

I called a mutual friend of ours and told her the situation. She thought it hysterical, of course. She then told me his number. Lo and behold….I got 2 of the digits mixed up. It was my bad.

Soooo….I called the REAL Casey and thought he would get a kick out of the story. He did. He laughed and laughed. So this is when it went sour….

Me: So, anyway, uh Casey, I think I kinda like you. We should meet up maybe.

Casey: Oh, uuhh, ok. Well, I’m not really into the dating thing right now. But I appreciate it! Thanks for letting me know! Maybe I will call you sometime down the road.

(my heart has dropped into my stomach and major disappointment sets in)

Me: Ooh, well ok. I understand. Yes, let’s hang out whenever you’d like. (I said lightly)


Eventually, Casey and I did hang out. A lot. For about 2 months solid we were inseparable. We even slept in his bed together…..and spooned. But he NEVER kissed me. NEVER made a move. He knew I was enamored and he just dangled it in front of me the entire time. It forced our friendship to go quite sour and we did not part on good terms. :::::Sigh::::: Oh well. ‘Tis life.

To this day I still wonder if I should have convinced Travis to meet me for coffee anyway.





Sexuality ~ Connected Intimacy


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Genital pleasure is connected to our spirits, our consciousness and our creative powers. To bring a life into the world it requires genital pleasure of some sort. The most ecstatic form of genital stimulation is achieved with a special partner. A partner with whom we feel a deep attraction to. Not just a physical attraction, but an intellectual and/or emotional attraction to.

Sex is one of the most sought out acts on this planet. It releases chemicals throughout the body, leaving a person feeling elated. This feeling of elation, of heightened awareness, enables a person to experience the absolute best sensations the human body is capable of on it’s own. Many people choose to achieve this chemical release by using drugs which are dangerously harmful to the body. When sex is capable of doing the exact same thing and there are no harmful side effects! In fact, sex does wonders for the body as it was created to. The endorphin release keeps stress levels down and serotonin levels up!

Anyone can relate to the feeling that “all is right with the world” after an amazing session of sex. Not only is orgasm a wonderful and fascinating body function but it also assures a person that they are cared for and appreciated. All humans have the need to feel appreciated. We all have the desire to feel connected to something, whether it’s by talking to friends and family, being a part of an online community or social network, participating in areas of interest with others e.g. spirituality, politics, gaming, comics, the arts, sports, etc.

The most intimate and deepest connection we can feel is to have our naked skin touching and arousing another. To add to this electrical and chemical exchange would be to communicate your truest and most private thoughts with this partner. To be open and honest about our feelings MIXED with genital pleasure gives us the opportunity to live in our hearts desire. This does not insinuate that this can only be achieved in a marriage or committed relationship. There is only the need for the presence of intimacy and love. Selflessly giving another an orgasm is one of the greatest forms of love there is. To bring another person to the most heightened state of sexual consciousness is love. Love, pleasure – it’s in our DNA.

This brings me back to my initial statements. Sexual pleasure is the most intense display of love for one’s self and another. Once again, it is best achieved with a person we feel drawn to. This is why people don’t just knock on a random door and upon them opening it we ask, “Hey, wanna have sex?” We usually don’t ask for sex with someone that has a mismatched thought process than our own. We wait for a spark, a connection. We wait for magnetism to work it’s magic. Once those 2 people are in harmony, the pleasure can begin.



The Derriere

What is it about a woman’s buttocks that excites men so? I suppose it would only be fair to include women appreciating the bottom as well. How about this? What makes a woman’s rear end so enticing? So inviting? Is it the curves? The separating crevice down the middle that leads to the oh so wonderful and secret place?

Allow me to be real for a second here. We all know what comes out of an ass. So why are human’s so obsessed with it? Could it be because what goes in it or in somewhere near it…is so sexually magnetic that we could care less what comes out of it? A majority a men I have met freely admit that their favorite position is doggy-style. Or a position that allows a woman’s buttocks to be in full view. I asked a man once why he liked it so much.

“It’s like a present. When a woman backs up to you….it’s like Christmas morning, ” he explained.

When I asked for a deeper reason…he could not come up with one. Many men have simply said, “It’s just in our DNA.” And left it at that. In my Human Sexuality class, my instructor showed us pictures of women arching their asses towards the camera, some standing, some on their knees. All of them were in the “ready to receive” position. Come to find out, this actually has a name. Lordosis behavior. This is a primal instinct in all mammals. It gives the message that a female is ready to mate. And this-drives-men-crazy.

I have used this as a weapon in the past. If I’ve ever just wanted a man to shut up and take me…I just bend over, or pull my panties down and fall to the floor on hands and knees. If I want to tempt my lover to come over and devour me…I text him a picture of my ass. Works every time.

Once upon a time, I had the pleasure and privilege to use a strap-on with a woman. The very moment she presented her ass to me…I understood. It really is like a present. The circular curves and soft cushion tantalized me in the most natural way. I was like, “Of course!” It just made sense.

I personally represent women with a lot of extra padding and curves. I haven’t always been so confident about it, as I am now. After so many compliments from men, and of course women, that my ass is one of my best ‘ass’ets (ha, see what I did there?), I simply HAD to start believing them. I discovered that men really do like junk in the trunk. Sir Mix-A-Lot was actually completely serious.

What are YOUR thoughts on the beloved derriere?Image

Why I am now a writer – My story….

10 years ago, in 2002, I felt inspired to write a memoir. I was a housewife, at the time, and a young mother of 2 small girls. Granted, I was very in love with my husband, but I married quite early at the age of 20. Any young woman in her early 20’s, who has small children to care for and a home to tend to, can relate to the feelings of not knowing who you truly are. A wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend – those are merely labels. It’s not an identity.

Who am I?” I asked myself often. “What do I like to do? What am I interested in? What do I want to learn? What adventures intrigue me?

Often times, when my in-laws would take the girls for the day or the weekend, I didn’t know what to do with myself. Mostly, I would simply zone out into chat rooms, escape into a movie, clean the house or just do a whole lot of nothing. If my husband was home from work he would be painting, reading or sleeping. Not only did I lack motivation to do anything incredibly creative or productive, I simply had no idea what to do. My heart and consciousness had yet to expand.

During that year, some very personal issues were arising in me. It became a force to be reckoned with. I began to question my sexuality. My feelings and desires for men and women ebbed and flowed like the tide on a full moon. I was too young and ignorant to know how to process any of those feelings. Nor did I know how to improve my rocky marriage. I simply did not know myself yet. Therefore, I purposefully created and attracted life experience through drama and chaos. In other words, I rocked the boat. It was the only way I knew how to deal with my erratic emotions and hormones.

After continuous contemplation of my past experiences growing up, both as a child and a teenager, I realized I needed to get these events down on paper. I thought maybe, just maybe, if I wrote them all down in the order in which they happened, I could make sense of what I was feeling and who I was becoming.

A few months later, I had written a memoir of my sexual discovery. I changed all the names and wrote it in an erotic form. When it was completed and typed out, I said to myself, out loud, “Oh my God…..I am a freaking lesbian.” I knew deep down within myself that I had always identified as being bi-sexual. I never discriminated or withheld any desires due to the sex of an individual. Or perhaps I was just a horny girl and being open to either sex increased my chances of getting some action. Well…no, it wasn’t that simple. Although, now, in my present life, men and testosterone are at the forefront of my thoughts, feelings and fantasies. I blame it on my sexual peak.

Ultimately, the memoir was read by a few friends and the best compliment I got was….

Oh my! It was so hot I had to stop reading and go masturbate!”

You did??” I said, surprised. “Wow…well…thank you!

Uh, no, thank YOU!

I emailed the document to myself in order to never lose it. Then I completely forgot about it – for a long time.

Years went by and my 30’s were just around the corner. My husband and I called it quits. I had a long, drawn out love affair with a woman that ended horribly. A few more lovers came in and out of my life, some of them women, though nothing long term came to fruition. I shall gladly and openly admit that I regret nothing and each lover I had was an excitingly wonderful and eye-opening experience…including my ex-husband. I discovered how truly amazing sex can be, even without being in love.

An important bit of information here would be to include that I have been practicing massage therapy since 1998. I love the work with all my heart. The human body has always fascinated me. For 15 years I have worked hard to improve my craft and intention to finally be able to call myself a healer. I will always want to heal people for the rest of my life. In more ways than just body work.

I enrolled in school in 2009 to study Psychology. It became an art for me to not only listen to people tell me their body issues while on my table, but their real and personal issues as well. I became an excellent listener and desperately wanted to help them even more than I was. With my love of sexuality, the human body and the human mind, I decided I wanted to put them all together and be some sort of sex therapist.

Eventually, I came to the conclusion, after several semesters, that school was not for me. I refused to harbor the belief that having a college degree would be the best way to get people to take me seriously. I dropped out and did something drastic, something wild…some even called it crazy and irresponsible. I sold everything I owned and went on a sabbatical. To make a long story short (too late-I know), I went on a “walk-about”. In my travels to California, Maui, Utah and North Carolina, I had one epiphany after another. It was time to do something with myself. It was time for me to stop living off the good graces of others and become completely self-sufficient. It was time to create something. It was time for my voice within to start singing. It was time to get to work.

In the heat of the summer of 2012, I remembered the memoir I had written. A light came on. An epiphany. This was it. I will express my voice through writing erotica. I will be a unique female voice in the genre to expand people’s perception of sexuality, to unburden themselves of shame, to heighten their senses and remind them that we were all created as sexual creatures. I will tell stories of sexual discovery, sexual healing and express my deepest belief that God intended it to be one thing, if not anything else – joyful.            C.A. White



After many long years of experiencing the Divine feminine, I have wanted to express my deepest wishes for others to allow their sexuality to surface and blossom. Religion, ignorance and immaturity has repressed human nature for far too long. We have forgotten our truest selves. We have lost the connection between primal lust and spiritual sensual desire. This separation leads to misery. The combination of the two reunites us with the Divine. The best way to experience God is with another human being. Love and understanding of body and spirit in sexual union is the most ancient of creations. A voice within me has been waiting to emerge. My goal to awaken others has manifested itself through erotic writing. My most sincere intentions is to encourage a healthy freedom of sexual expression, joy in our human nature and gratitude towards the instincts of self.      -C.A. WhiteImage