Falling as I'm Climbing
Delicious waves of sensation alternately crept through me, and then shot through me, delivering doses of pure feeling that just seemed to fill me with just about as much pleasure as I could handle. In those moments, just subtle seconds, my whole being wanting to hold on, even grab a little, and ask for more. Then I would drop back, into relaxation, to savor for a few split seconds more, the energy coursing through my neural networks. This seemed to be going on in cycles.
“Wow”, my beloved said, “You're falling as you're climbing”.
He gave me more sensation within a moment or two, careful not to drop me in the process. In my orgasmic reverie, I considered this comment. How often things make sense “out there”. And how nice, that, finally, in pure pleasure, they don’t have too.
Pleasure thrives in a place of not making perfect sense! I'm reaching as I'm relaxing, and enjoying as I'm letting go.
So here's wishing you a day where at least one thing in it doesn't make total sense just because it's so totally wonderful!
Yours in ever-expanding love,
Dr. Patti Taylor
www.ExpandedLovemaking.comPS: I have a special request. If you have read my book Expanded Orgasm, and enjoyed it, I would love it if you would consider posting a review for me on www.Amazon.com? (it doesn't have to be long or eloquent, just your own words.) And, it can even be from "a reader" if you wish. Many thanks!
P.S.S. Get ready: Very shortly, I'll be announcing the opening of my new Internet audio podcast show on Expanded Lovemaking! It's going to be really hot and super fun!
Copyright 2007 Patricia H. Taylor, PhD. All Rights Reserved.
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