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What is the definition of transgression?

1to violate a command or law
2to go beyond a boundary or limit

 

Welcome to Episode 27 of F*ck Like a Woman. This episode is an erotic story about one woman who found herself enticed by the forbidden: her roommate’s boyfriend. This moral dilemma left her puzzled and conflicted as to why this transgression was so alluring.

As a coach who is greatly inspired by Esther Perel, I’ve always known that the world is not black and white, strictly good or bad. There’s an infinite amount of grey that complicates our human experience, and when we immediately condemn and demonize before we have even sought to understand why, we miss the lessons within the journey, and we disillusion ourselves into believing that mere morality will inoculate us from history repeating itself.

To quote Esther Perel in ‘The State of Affairs’, “The intricacies of love and desires don’t yield to simple categorizations of good and bad, victim and culprit. And to be clear, not condemning doesn’t mean condoning. And there’s a world of difference between understanding and justifying. But when we reduce the conversation to simply passing judgement, we are left with no conversation at all.”

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The next weekend, Jessica introduced Samantha to her boyfriend John. John was cute in a nerdy funny way and had nice eyes, full lips, and jet black hair. He was dressed in a black hoodie with torn jeans and Chuck Taylors. When they first met, John couldn’t look away from Samantha. She felt a little shy because she wondered if Jessica could pick up on the vibe John was sending her way. Every time they made eye contact, Samantha would catch John staring deeply at her, before she had to look away. John wasn’t intentionally staring at her or trying to make Sam uncomfortable, but it seemed he couldn’t help himself. He thought she was beautiful, but didn’t have enough self-awareness to hide it.

Every day when Samantha came home from work, Jessica and John were already home in the living room drinking and watching TV. One night, Samantha came home with some food to cook dinner for all of them. She started laying everything out on the counter to wash and prep the food. As she was washing vegetables at the sink, Jessica went upstairs to change out of her work clothes and John walked over to the counter in front of Sam and sat down. He started making conversation and joking around with her, playfully flirting. Sam laughed and kept washing the food. When she looked up from the sink, she noticed that John was staring right at her chest as she scrubbed the potatoes. She noticed it was because her shirt dipped down, showing the top of her bra, and her chest jiggled when she scrubbed. Realizing this, she stopped washing and walked away to prep the other food. When she turned around to get her knife, she caught John staring at her ass. He quickly looked away when he realized she saw him, and embarrassingly changed the subject. Jessica came back downstairs and they all had dinner together, but John avoided long eye contact with Samantha the rest of the night.

The next weekend, Samantha and Jessica made plans to go out with some friends to a bar downtown, and John tagged along. After Samantha got dressed and ready, she walked downstairs wearing tight black leather pants and thigh high boots. When John looked up from his drink and saw her sexy legs gracefully gliding down the stairs, he got excited. His eyes took her all in, working his way up from her sexy heels, to her thick thighs and curvy hips, up toward her small waist and round breasts, draped with a low-cut sweater. He watched her chest bounce up and down as she gracefully landed on each step. Samantha could tell that John was watching her, but she avoided looking at him because it was easier to pretend it wasn’t happening, and she didn’t want to bring more attention to it with Jessica right there. Excitedly, they all piled into a cab and met their friends down at the bar.

An hour into the night, Samantha was having a great time with all her friends, relishing the fact that she had started a new life for herself in this big city. She was feeling so carefree dancing to the music. Jessica grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor, then waved at John to follow. He followed them onto the dance floor where they all started dancing freely with each other, playfully sandwiching John between the two of them. The next song that came on was loud and sultry so they started grinding harder on each other, with Samantha in front, John behind her, and Jessica in the back. By that point in the night, they were all getting tipsy and naturally their boundaries started getting a little fuzzy. What Jessica might have otherwise considered too close for dancing with her roommate, she was now encouraging John to do with Samantha in the name of having a good time. Jessica seemed to find their dancing entertaining and amusing. In light of Jessica’s relaxed attitude, John decided put his hand on Sam’s waist as they danced. And, seeing that she didn’t push his hand away, he moved it down onto her hips, slowly edging his hand around toward the front of her hips, gently pulling her body in toward his pelvis. Samantha felt a rush of anticipation surge throughout her body. John and Sam grinded in sync with each other for another song, and by this point she could feel his pelvis getting firmer and warmer up against her ass. But to Samantha’s surprise, she didn’t want to push him away, she was getting turned on by how firmly he was pulling her hips toward his waist. She was even turned on that he was getting hard rubbing up against her. She felt so conflicted by the loyalty she felt for her new friend and roommate, yet she was getting so wet feeling his hand in such close proximity to her pussy, knowing at any second he could slip his hand between her legs and no one would know because the bar was so crowded. The thought was driving her crazy, and the alcohol was so strong. Jessica tapped them on the shoulder to go get another drink from the bar. Samantha was partly relieved because she wasn’t sure how much steamier things were going to get with John. When Sam slipped away to go to the bathroom, she was surprised to find her thong was soaked. She was a little embarrassed because John wasn’t even her type, but the way he desired her was incredibly arousing.

A couple hours later, their whole group moved back onto the dance floor, and John found his way behind Samantha again. Testing the waters, he put his hand on the small of her back, and Sam kept dancing, tacitly encouraging him without being too forward. As he moved closer behind her, he lightly grazed her ass all the way down with his hand. Her bottle tingled at his fingers. Feeling more daring this time, John slipped his hand under her sweater around her waist and softly touched her skin, tracing the tips of his fingers across her stomach, caressing her body. Then moving his hand upward underneath her sweater, he slowly traveled all the way up to her breast, touching and squeezing it lightly, stopping to feel and stroke her hardening nipple. Samantha’s knees started to weaken, feeling like her body could collapse into his. She was completely out of her element doing this in public and especially with her roommate’s boyfriend. But she was tipsy and the bar was so packed that their friends couldn’t see what John was doing to her. And yet this made it all the more exciting, knowing they could get caught at any moment, but they were too enthralled in the passion of the moment.

A couple songs later, it was last call and the lights started coming on so they all got back in a cab and rode home. On the way home, John and Samantha tried their best not to give anything away, acting as normal as possible. When they got home, Jessica passed out on the couch downstairs. Still in a foggy haze, John had made his way over to the couch next to Samantha, right next to where Jessica was sleeping. One thing led to another and they started kissing. He put his hand on her leg, rubbing up her thigh, loving how her body felt in her leather pants. Samantha was already so turned on that she could barely wait before she unbuttoned her pants, and shoved his hand on her pussy. When he felt how wet her thong was, his dick got so hard. He rubbed her pussy, wanting to be inside her. She climbed on top of him and started grinding against his dick through his pants. He gripped her hips and shoved her toward him with each thrust. Wanting to move someplace quieter, they climbed the upstairs, step by step barely making it up each one as he followed closely behind her, squeezing, kissing, and biting her ass  through her tight pants. They made it to her bed where he slid off her boots and tight pants. He started kissing her pussy and getting her juices all over his face. She was so wet and messy from all the build-up and anticipation of what as about to happen. He unzipped his pants and stroked himself as he smelled and licked her pussy. After a few minutes, he could tell she was getting close so he slid his finger in her pussy to get it wet, and slipped it into her ass as he licked harder on her clit. She went wild. He put a rubber on and thrust himself inside her. Her pussy was so tight that he erupted with a loud moan when he felt himself inside her. He flipped her over so she could finish on top of him. Gripping her ass with one hand and smacking her ass with the other, she rode him harder, going wild. As she bent down to ride him with her breasts pushed up against his chest, he teasingly pulled her hair and told her, “don’t stop”. She lost it and screamed in ecstasy. Feeling her pussy tightening and pulsating around his dick made him lose it.

Samantha found herself unbelievably turned on by the fact that they could get caught at any moment. At the same time, she felt like a horrible person to her new roommate, but it felt like she couldn’t stop. The more turned on John got, the more turned on she got. They both knew it was wrong and yet that’s exactly what made her want it more. As time passed, Samantha found herself going back to this night as a frequent fantasy and couldn’t figure out why it was so enticing to her. She likes to think she would never do something like that again if the opportunity presented itself, but she still wonders what it was about that fantasy that remains so sexually appealing out of all the other experiences she’s had since.

I wondered to myself if it had something to do with conforming to others’ expectations of her, maybe from striving to be a good girl who didn’t act outside what was expected from her. It seems to be the kind of indiscretion that society expects from men at some point in their life, excusing it as being biologically wrapped up in their DNA, but the story is told differently for women. Maybe she was rebelling against what others expected from her as someone who had always been a people pleaser. I also wondered if there was something intrinsically alluring about doing something so bad. Like a child disobeying her parent, Samantha had knowingly subverted the relationship authority of Jessica and John, right under her nose. John wasn’t even someone Samantha would normally ever be attracted to, but she was erotically hypnotized by the enticement of the forbidden. Samantha was crossing a line, a line that is often considered one of the worst a person could cross, and was doing it almost outright, in a bold and daring demonstration of her freedom and desires. It was as though she was establishing her own authority and autonomy in doing so. My hope for Samantha is that she finds other healthy ways to express herself in the bedroom that can elicit a similar feeling of sexual excitement without the risk and endangerment to another person’s relationship.

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That’s it for today everyone, stay tuned for next week’s episode where I talk with hot sex advisor to millions, the famous Susan Bratton, as she talks about all the ways women can orgasm, how to initiate dirty talk, her favorite sex toys, and much more. Subscribe to the show so you don’t miss out.

 

 

 

Welcome everyone to F*ck Like a Woman, episode 6. Today we’re sharing our sexy story of the week inspired by real people and real events that might encourage some playful exploration or ignite some passion to bring back to your lover. This story is about an unexpected attraction between a conservative accountant and a tattooed bartender.

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John closed his laptop and rubbed his temples, the week catching up to him. He was done with today, it was Friday and his friend Andrew was celebrating getting transferred to the sister building in Tulsa. He was supposed to meet them for happy hour, but he was 30 minutes late. He grabbed his things off the desk and clicked off the lights around his corner office. He left there looking forward to the night ahead, John had many good times with Andrew and would be sad to see him go, but he was happy his friend was moving on to bigger and better things. John stepped into the elevator a liberated man ready to unwind from a 60 hour work week. When the doors closed, he loosened his tie and undid his top button. John was strong and handsome, a God-fearing religious man, whose drive and determination brought him to the head of the finance department of a major corporation at the tender age of twenty-nine. With short brown hair and deep blue eyes, John was quite striking. But he would not deter from his goals of having the perfect job and the perfect family. Not only fit in the eyes of the Lord, but in the eyes of his boss – who he hoped to replace one day.

As he pulled up in his Uber to the address, he was taken aback as to why Andrew would choose such a dismal place. It was called “Ryan’s Pub”, and it looked like a dump. He walked inside, and was met with the sounds of glasses clinking and “Dropkick Murphy’s” playing on the jukebox. Catching up with his friends before offering everyone the next round on him, John found his way over to the bar.

Pulling out his wallet to start a tab, he turned his head and saw eyes so green he almost forgot to take a breath. Maze had black hair that fell just past her shoulders and a shirt that barely covered her breasts. She wore a pair of high waisted shorts that showed her ass and complemented the curve of her hips. Her long legs ended in a pair of black combat boots. She was covered in tattoos.  “Hey there, what can I get you?” His eyes shot to the ring protruding from the right side of her pouty red lips; then to the tattoos on her throat and chest before meeting her gaze. She leaned over on the bar, so her breasts were just visible down her cut up Slayer t-shirt. Was this really happening?, he wondered to himself. “Uh (clears throat), I’ll take a whisky neat please” he choked out. She flashed a set of perfect teeth before heading off to grab his drink. He watched her ass as she stepped away. John quickly changed his mind about going home early. When she came back to take his card, she glanced at the name and back at him. Something devious behind her smile made his ears hot. “Nice to meet you, Johnny boy. I’m Maze” she said with a wink and walked away to stow the card and tend to other patrons.

John made his way back to his friends, but kept one eye on her the rest of the night. The place had gotten busy and after a few hours reminiscing about all the good times they’d had with Andrew, it was getting late. Andrew was about to call it a night, but John knew this was his chance to make his way to the bar for some alone time with this mysterious new girl he’d been admiring all night.

Finding an empty bar stool, he noticed the pub had a better feel after some drinks, and he’d grown fond of it. When he looked over, he met again with the green eyes he had gotten lost in just hours before. She was leaning against a cooler looking at him. “Can I get ya another whiskey?” Seeing his glass was empty he opted for another.

When she came back with his drink, he stole a look at the tattoos covering her neck and throat. She had a large moth like creature on her neck and a lamp in the middle of her chest surrounded by intricate designs and details. And he couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have that lip ring between his teeth, to bite and suck on as he teased her. He imagined how it would feel wrapped around his cock.

There was something about Maze; she resembled someone he’d known once before. Suddenly it came to him; it was a girl from college he’d met in art class. She had tattoos and piercings just like Maze that he stared at from the row behind her. He recalled how many hours he spent daydreaming imagining how far they probably traveled down her body. Occasionally he caught a glance at her breasts as she leaned down to get her bag. He’d always wanted to ask her out, but his mother would have beat him with the bible. At the time he was dating the daughter of the organist at his church. His mother had hand-picked her, and she was her idea of perfect in the Lord’s eyes: clean, pristine, and above all, Godly. John remembered yawning through their whole first date. She eventually broke it off with him, but her company was not missed. John was too busy thinking of the girl from art class as he pleasured himself to sleep in his dorm to thoughts of her climbing on top of his desk and shoving her breasts into his face, playfully distracting him from his studies. And now here he was, wishing Maze would do the same.

The sound of pool balls slamming together brought him back from his daydream. As the minutes rolled on, John and Maze found themselves enamored by each other’s company, exchanging interesting details about their lives and finding it amusing how much they actually had in common, yet intrigued by their differences. The melodic tone of her voice made John curious to know what it would sound like as a moan in his ear. He sipped his whiskey feeling the warmth spread throughout his body and wondering how warm she would feel inside of her.

“Well John, I’m glad you guys came in. It’s nice to see some new faces.” When she winked at him with those piercing green eyes, he felt a rush of desire overcome him. He had to keep it cool though; this wasn’t like him. Realizing the pub was about to close, he asked her for her number and was pleased when she grabbed his phone and texted herself, making sure he couldn’t forget her.

John and Maze spent the next few weeks together, meeting up at the pub every afternoon when he got off work, and her stealing any free days she had away from the bar. It was a surprisingly fast pace for John who was always so methodical and career focused, not usually one to let a woman distract him from his career pursuits. But they had actually been taking it slow and didn’t want to rush getting physical because they both felt there was something really special about their connection.

Saturday night, they had plans for a date and both felt the excitement of knowing something more was in store. A whole evening of sexual tension and playful flirting led to a very intense Uber ride home. In the car, Maze looked at John like she was looking into his mind, like she could see he wanted her straddling him, taking in every inch. John needed to collect himself, he couldn’t take his eyes off her bare legs; he wanted to put his hand between her thighs as her dress climbed shorter with every bump in the road. He was completely losing it.

When they reached his apartment and got inside, he tossed his keys on the counter and came up behind her. She let out a loud moan as he gripped her panties through her dress and rubbed until he felt her body moisten over her clothes. He slipped his hand under her dress from behind and beneath her panties, slipping his finger along her wet pussy until he sank his finger inside her. Her body almost went limp, bending forward against the counter in complete surrender. He slipped another finger in, she moaned, then he slipped another finger in and she moaned even louder.

Wanting more of her, John led her down the hall to the shower and undressed her. Maze unzipped him as she kissed down his chest and stomach. Soaking in the steaming hot water, her breasts dripping wet as he pulled her close to his chest. Her pink nipples were hard, waiting for his mouth to suck and bite them. John bit into her supple lips, sucking on her lip ring. Then, Maze took his face and shoved him down on his knees; she wrapped her leg around his neck and shoved his face into her pussy, tightening her grip on his hair. The taste of her sweetness in his mouth was almost enough to cum. He stroked his cock, enveloped by her soft thighs and sexy smell. She grabbed his hair as he licked her clit methodically, knowing just where to kiss and slide his tongue. He felt her grip tighten as he slid his fingers deep inside her tight pussy making her moan. Her sounds made him ravenous. She grabbed his head deeper into her pussy, unable to control her trembling legs, shaking as she came in his mouth. John stood up and turned her around, bending her over against the wall, gripping her waist, as he put a condom on and slid inside. Her pussy was so tight and wet from cuming that he just wanted to lick her all over again. Staring at this amazingly sexy creature in front of him, he wanted to bite her neck and every inch of her seductive tattoos. Her ass bouncing and back glistening as the water dripped off her body. He’d never been with a woman where he felt almost animalistic, so primal and raw. John was weak in the knees. He squeezed her breasts and let out one final climactic moan as he gripped her juicy ass. He leaned into the wall barely holding himself up with his legs slightly twitching from the full body convulsion of his orgasm.  

In the afterglow of that night, John thought to himself that maybe, just maybe, his life could be opened up for new possibilities; that maybe he could loosen the reins just a little bit on his otherwise tightly held lifestyle. He wondered what might lie in store for his future with Maze; what kind of adventures could they have together? What kind of colors could she bring into his life that he hadn’t let himself explore since he was a child. He wondered if maybe he’d found someone with whom he could travel into the unknown, to find more than just life inside the narrow box where he’d been existing for the last 29 years.

 

That’s it for today everyone; stay tuned for the next episode of F*ck Like a Woman. We’ll be discussing how to tell if you’ve lost yourself in your relationship and how to find your way back. This episode is also helpful if you suspect this has happened to your partner. Stay tuned, it’s gonna be good.

Thanks for listening to, F*ck Like a Woman. If you have a juicy sex story that you want featured anonymously on the podcast, email it to orgasmicgenius@gmail.com. And if you like this podcast and want to show some love, leave a review on iTunes and make sure to subscribe to the show to stay current on new episodes. For more information, visit fcklikeawoman.com (that’s F-C-K like a woman dot com).

 

 

Welcome everyone to F*ck Like a Woman, episode 2. On today’s show, we’re sharing our sexy story of the week inspired by real people and real events that might encourage some playful exploration or ignite some passion to bring back to your lover. This story is about the sweet, sweet pleasure that comes from your first orgasm.

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Natalie was 18 when she fell in the love for the first time. It was the kind of love that took her by surprise. As a stunningly beautiful girl with pink, full lips, dark brown hair, and hazel eyes, she expected to wind up with the tall, dark and handsome type. She wasn’t expecting to fall for a boy who looked nothing like her dream guy. Jaxon was short with red hair and freckles, but he had a secret weapon that could charm the pants off even the most beautiful girls – his sense of humor. It was the kind of humor that caught girls off guard and made them feel like a child inside, an almost addictive humor that kept them coming back for more. Jaxon sang in the school choir and even though he wasn’t conventionally attractive, he had the smoothest tenor voice Natalie had ever heard. She had seen Jaxon around school, but the first day she met him was 2nd semester of senior year. He had sheepishly made his way next to her after class and somehow found a way into her conversation with some friends. Natalie remembered thinking that day how much she couldn’t get him out of her mind, there was something about him that stuck with her.

A few months later after having spent some time together in mutual circles, Natalie and Jaxon went on their first date. It was raining heavily when he came to pick her up, so her mom told him to bring her home early. Knowing that their time together was limited made every minute that much more precious. They drove around looking at Christmas lights before heading to the movie theatre, laughing til their stomachs hurt. She had the most amazing time with him and knew he was special. At the end of the night, Jaxon parked his car in front of her house to kiss her goodnight. He leaned in and pressed his soft lips against hers. They melted into her skin, dissolving into a wet, bite of deliciousness. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and moved rhythmically with hers, a tango of teasing and pleasure. Her entire body was pulsating and moist, wanting more.

The first time Natalie visited Jaxon at his parent’s house a week later, she was nervous and excited, reminiscing about the last time he touched her. She was a fairly shy and timid girl who had lived vicariously through her sexually active best friend, but had no idea what she was doing in bed and certainly didn’t seek out those experiences with guys. After a playful and flirty greeting, they cuddled up in his bed together to watch a movie and soon their hands began to roam. He kissed her neck as his fingertips grazed her bare legs, slowly moving his hand up her silky thighs. She felt a rush of sensation the closer his fingers moved upward between her legs until she gasped when they landed on her lips under her clothes. He slowly and patiently caressed her lips ever so lightly, up and down, again and again, until she was almost dripping wet. Slowly, he slipped his middle finger under her panties and gently onto her clit, stroking it delicately, gradually pressing firmer with each of her moans. Her hips started rocking back and forth to his rhythm, begging him to go inside and feel her. He could feel her clit swelling and her juices overflowing. Gently and slowly, he slid his hand down until his middle finger was inside her, keeping his palm pressed firmly on top of her clit. Moving his finger in a come-hither motion inside of her, and rubbing his hand up and down her pussy, Natalie felt like she was going to burst. Her body had never felt so alive in all her life. For the first time, she experienced the most sumptuous, uncontrollable orgasm. Caught off guard by her excited scream, Jaxon quickly covered her mouth with his hand so his parents couldn’t hear her.

Blissed out, Natalie melted into a state of sexual euphoria. She felt amazing. Natalie had never felt this open and connected with anyone. Wanting to share the pleasure Jaxon had given her, she turned toward him and kissed him passionately. Her hand gracefully glided down from his face to his neck, past his chest and stomach, landing at the top of his pants line. Having never touched a guy like this before, she was a little intimidated but decided to explore. She grazed her finger from left to right just below the top of his boxers, letting her fingers stoop lower just inside his hip bone. Every few motions she let her fingers touch his skin just above his dick. With each subsequent motion, Jaxon’s melodic voice sang for more, his dick hardening and tightening his pants. With some hesitancy, she unbuttoned and unzipped him. He let out another moan from the pressure of unzipping him and tore down his pants for her accessibility. Natalie had never actually seen a naked penis in the flesh, but she was mesmerized. His cock was long and thick with a touch of pink at the tip. Unsure of what came next, she took her hand and started stroking it up and down, teasing and playing with him. He took her hand and guided her to follow his pace, increasing her speed as she fondled and massaged him. Jaxon put his hand on her cheek and affectionately pulled her face toward his dick. Timidly, she opened her mouth and enveloped all of him, caressing him slowly then faster, playing with more and less suction as she watched his face react to each sensation. She could feel his cock growing inside her mouth and the rim of his tip getting more pronounced as she kept sucking. Then finally, in one swooping instance, Jaxon exploded in her mouth leaving a sweet and salty aftertaste.

Natalie felt incredible, she had never made a guy orgasm before, let alone given him head. She felt powerful and exuberant, like she had discovered the Achilles heal of guys. She felt like a woman and at the same time completely vulnerable, knowing that if Jaxon bragged to his friends about their hookup, her reputation would be destroyed even though she was still a virgin and had never done anything like this before. Unfortunately for Natalie, this was a double standard between men and women that she now faced, which has existed since the dawn of time. The only person she could share this earth shatteringly awesome experience with was her best friend who was already sexually active, and yet on the other hand Jaxon could become a god in a matter of minutes, especially because Natalie was considered a good girl at school. At 18, she wondered what kind of reputation she would be setting for herself when people inevitably learned they were dating. Would this forever mean that her dream guys would consider themselves above her and out of her reach?  Her mind raced, afraid of what might unfold, and yet she felt safe and warm in Jaxon’s presence. She thought for a long while and decided that the way she felt about Jaxon and how much happier she was with him outweighed everything else. She had been in a few relationships with those “dream guys” before and none of them came close to how Jaxon made her feel inside, and especially because none of them touched and kissed her the way Jaxon did. Natalie will never forget that first time they both climaxed together. It was an initiation of sorts, an entryway into her blossoming sexuality. And Jaxon was the perfect steward to tenderly escort her to climactic bliss.

Natalie and Jaxon’s relationship lasted through the summer when they each parted ways to go to college. Natalie still looks back on that summer with great fondness for the boy who showed her body how it deserved to be handled, with such delicate and sensual care. She will never forget how astutely Jaxon studied her body, each curve and angle, with all her desires and passion. Even though Jaxon wasn’t the man Natalie thought she could fall for, he possessed the kind of endearing charisma and magnetic personality that had irrevocably imprinted on Natalie’s heart. To this day, Jaxon will never know how deeply his love touched Natalie, forever altering how she chose her future partners, and most significantly, how it enriched her sexual development and acceptance of her body as nothing less… than a goddess.  

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That’s it for today everyone; stay tuned for the next episode of F*ck Like a Woman. We’ll be discussing some practical ways that you can stimulate your sexual mind. See you then!

Thanks for listening to, F*ck Like a Woman. If you have a juicy sex story that you want featured anonymously on the podcast, email it to orgasmicgenius@gmail.com. And if you like this podcast and want to show some love, leave a review on iTunes and make sure to subscribe to the show to stay current on new episodes. For more information, visit fcklikeawoman.com (that’s F-C-K like a woman dot com).