This is a sneak peek from my new book "Goddess Walking" coming out soon!
I remember what it was like before I felt comfortable in my skin. Love making would be in very dim light or no light at all (and could you really call it ‘love making’ rather than ‘making out’?). I remember making one boyfriend turn away until I quickly dove under the sheets to hide myself, and God forbid if I needed to do a wee. This would have meant getting fully dressed under the covers before I stepped out. I remember thinking, ‘What if he sees my bottom?’ I’m also pretty sure my boyfriend had checked my bum out in jeans a few times before we got into bed together anyway!
Oh the silly games we play with ourselves, I mean really, what guy (who you already have in your bed with you) has ever knocked you back because he saw your naked bum. NO GUY, Annie... Thinking back on my life as a sexual being and about my past sexual experiences, I have a tapestry of emotions. Some of the memories make me blush, some make me cringe, some make me wish to God I’d never gone there, while some just make me laugh out loud.
In my experience, you pretty much know right from the first kiss if you have a connection with that person. It can be a purely physical connection or a deep-seated karmic connection, or it could start off physical and blossom into a well-balanced beautiful unity of love and tenderness. Or, you could already be emotionally connected and the sex comes later—there are so many variables. When you are with the right person everything on the sexual page runs like a well-oiled machine. It is almost like the act itself becomes a separate energy with its own set of rules.
When it is a new connection, with the right person, this energy adds that extra spring to your step and extra width to your smile. You almost become possessed by it and you do anything to get it. You do anything to meet up with your match and have hot, steamy, amazingly wonderful sex. When half an hour never seemed long enough to do anything before, you can now magically fit in a romp in the middle of your lunch hour. When you’ve had a massive week at work and you’re dead tired, a one-hour love-making session is a walk in the park—or should I say, can be done in the park? You move mountains, you rearrange deadlines, you do anything to get some more. Why? Because it is so much fun, it feels so good and it’s such a great hobby to have.