How this page “My Dalliances” Came About…
After sharing about spiritual sexuality with so many men and women over the years, I have heard some amazing stories! I’ve always wanted to share some of these uplifting erotic tales to inspire others to have more empowered, endearing and meaningful sexual experiences.
So about a year ago, I asked several friends to send me their never-been-told-before stories of a special erotic memory. I asked that the messages be positive, uplifting and that the story convey something about their innermost desires and fantasies. When the stories came rolling in, they started something wonderful. I promised I would someday share them to inspire people to make love in unusual, beautiful and sometimes daring ways. Community members will soon be invited to share their erotic ‘dalliances’, so stay tuned.
Here’s just one of the amazing stories I have received…
You Tube pulled my video poem, and suspended my account. (my account has been reinstated)
There is nothing pornographic about this video. It is dedicated intended to educate and empower women. Yes, it astonishes me that showing a man being shoved in front of a train is okay to view, but a beautiful portrayal of women’s breasts on video is fine. (sculptures are okay).
What do you think?
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Amara Charles presents a video poem inspiring women to love their beautiful breasts. An inspirational video, this is the introduction to her new release of the Yin Way Breast Exercises for sexual restoration. By practicing this self love, self massage exercise, women can love them selves and love their breasts. The full exercise is available @ www.amaracharles.com
The full YIN WAY BREAST EXERCISE, follow along self massage practice filmed in Kauai, is now available in my shop.
YOU CAN STILL SEE BEAUTIFUL BREASTS.
Our Evening of Passion and Fantasy
Submitted by Anonymous
Last summer, my wife Marie and I attended the first ever Discover Your Erotic Nature (D Y E N) Intimacy Retreat presented by Amara Charles. Based in Taoist sexual practices, we thought it was about stretching our erotic comfort zone.
Reflecting back on my experience (since we were pretty sexually/erotically/nudity open already), while the D Y E N retreat didn’t exactly stretch our comfort zone, there was a lot we learned and found interesting which we decided to include in our lives.
We have set up romantic/fantasy lovemaking scenarios as a surprise for each other in the past, so it was easy for me to turn one of the things we did at the retreat into an evening of great passion.
The DYEN exercise that kept flashing in my mind was the one where you pose your partner in a position to duplicate the pose of a Goddess on cards that had been randomly drawn. The pose I was to place Marie in was of a naked Goddess lying prone with arms above her head and crossed at the wrist, her head to the side and one leg slightly bend in a provocative manner. Once I felt I had the pose duplicated, I was to call all the other participants to view my ‘sculpture’ of Marie in the pose. All agreed that Marie was even more stunning than the the Goddess in the picture; including her freshly shorn pussy (which duplicated that of the Goddess on our card.)
The memory of that evening’s activity (held outdoors on the dimly lit lawn of the retreat location in rural AZ) is what motivated me to create one particular surprise of love and fantasy.
I Planned this Carefully for Marie More …
I separated from my husband in 2005 after 10 years of marriage. My experience in sexuality was very limited and in fact I still approached sexual encounters like a 17 year old. The world of men was daunting and yet I had a strong desire to discover myself as a sexual being. I was fortunate enough to attend a Quodoshka course a few months after the separation. Part of the course was to experience different “lovers masks” through dressing up in various clothes. An example of a lovers mask would be “shy/curious” or “the Goddess” or “the lusty woman”. I loved this aspect of the course because I have a passion for clothes and the way I feel in them so naturally I was keen to play with clothes again when I returned home.
Not long after the course I met a wonderful man who lived in a nearby town called Anton. He had had a number of short term relationships and was very confident with women. He greatly enjoyed me exploring my sexuality and embraced any play with me that I wanted to undertake.
It was a Friday and Anton was coming to town to see me. I woke in that morning anticipating our love making and feeling totally delicious. Then I got the idea to play a lovers mask with him. I wanted to be the wanton lusty woman so I decided to wear a a green dress like I have never worn before in my life.
I couldn’t believe what happened.
Anton: “Is there something you would like to do tonight?”
Me: “ms. Gorgeous desires to be taken out”
Anton: “Oh that sounds good”
Me: “Dress is very classy and requires the appropriate place with fine wine”
Anton: “That can be arranged”
Me: “I’ll be ready for you with just the dress and shoes on”
Anton: “Just the dress – nothing else?”
Me: “Wait and see”…
We were both running on hot now and the day seemed to take forever to pass by. I was filled with the feeling of both arousal and anxiety as I had never gone out without underwear before. What made it feel safe was that it was made of thick material and although it flattered my figure it was not so tight that one would know what was underneath.
I dressed for the evening and Anton picked me up. It was such a rush to see him. Walking around town I was terrified that I would fall over and expose myself. However that did not happen. We wined and dined and chatted, me still feeling deliciously excited. However something began to irk me. Anton wasn’t paying quite his usual attention to me – something I expected bearing my attire. If he was turned on usually he would give me a slightly different attention and I could not sense this happening. My exuberance was slightly dampened.
When we got to his place he started paying attention to the dress and wanted to take it off. As he did he was most surprised to find me naked underneath. I was starting to feel upset; he had completely forgotten my text. We did make love but I felt disappointed that I was the only one playing the game. My expectation had taken the edge of being with him. I had worn the dress for him and not for me.
A few months later I was visiting Anton for a summer holiday. We had had a lazy day and he said he had to do a little bit of work. I had brought a sexy black negligee with me and decided to have some fun. It was a warm afternoon and I knew that Anton likes to make love at that time of day. I laid a rug down on the floor of his lounge, chilled wine and made some food to eat. As I was doing this I could just feel the excitement building in my body. I had a shower, applied perfume to my body and dressed in a g-string and negligee. This was a completely new experience for me, had never even owned a negligee before. Eventually he came back up to the house and he caught a glimse of me. Red with shyness I suggested he go have a shower and come into the lounge. He soon appeared in the lounge and saw how I had set everything up. “Oh a playpen” he said clapping his hands with delight. This totally thrilled me as he embraced the idea of an afternoon of pleasure. Pouring him a wine I proceeded to lay down a couple of feet away from him. Just far enough away where he could see my body through the clothing but not touch it. Tantilising him, leaning forward so he could see part of my breasts from time to time. His looking at me was incredibly exciting, I knew he just wanted to rip my flimsy clothing off. Every now and then I’d move towards him and sit on his lap pressing into his groin, kissing him passionately, and then I’d move away again. The temperature was rising. In the end he took my foot and placed it in his groin, saying how exciting this was for him. This teasing when on for quite a time, between glassing of wine, food, laughing and joking. I loved looking at him and experiencing his desire for me. I felt full of powerful hot energy. Gradually the passionate kisses grew longer and clothes started coming off. He caressed my body and I was tingling with delight and aching for more. All of a sudden we were full on love making on his floor. What a delightful afternoon it was.
One of my most memorable Christmas’s was when my lover decided to fulfill one of my sexual fantasies to be with two men in an evening of sensual delight and adult sexual play. He made all the arrangements with someone he knew I would like – tall, lean and Italian, and told me where and when to show up. Let’s call my secret Santa, Sergio. More …
Perhaps you have you’ve seen the commercial with a smiling guy wearing a light blue knit sweater talking to his nice looking friend about his ED problem. If you are like me and rarely catch this stuff, you probably had to say, “ED?” And then you figured: “Oh… Erectile Dysfunction.” By the time it registers into the brain that these two totally average guys are calmly chatting about their inability to get hard, the commercial is onto doctor’s recommendations, side effects and all that. More …
The Sacred Slut Show July 8 & 9 in San Diego at the Moxie Theater
Screw social taboos, question legal limits and defy religious assumptions. I go beyond sharing my personal sexual healing, and deliver you into the arms, onto the massage tables and bedrooms of my sacred sex mentors. I tell the story of 5 outrageous women who share turning points from their lives. Come learn about Veronica Monet, Amara Charles, Mare Simone, Tracy Elise and Annie Sprinkle. Past and present prostitutes, Tantra Teachers, Sex Surrogates, Mother Priestesses, and Porn Stars.
I use oral tradition and temple arts to transmit their powerful teachings, and the show culminates in a sacred self pleasuring ritual. I’m doing a truly transformative tribute to sexy performance art legend, Annie Sprinkle.
This is a MUST SEE!!!
An Erotic Story by Raz.
My dalliance began during the training for what would be my second and last space flight. Courtney (not her real name either) flirted endlessly with the seven men in the team throughout our training. She touched us at every opportunity: on the arm when she talked to us; on the shoulder in the bar after work; always flaring her nostrils with eyes wide open, a sign we all recognized. The rest of the crew was married – I was the only single guy; we mostly managed to maintain our professional cool.
“California” Mike Smith, the mission commander, was a gifted pilot, calm under pressure, and a play-by-the-rules kind of guy. Cal walked and talked like a movie star and oozed sex appeal from every pore. Women fell at his feet all the time. If anybody was going to make it with Courtney, it would have to be Cal. Sure enough, after Courtney checked us all out, she chose Cal. She had decided to become famous for having sex in the Shuttle followed by a tell-all about it, leading to a life of comfortable wealth; celebratory has its appeal.
Courtney was a legend in the Navy after she landed a crippled F-18 on the tiny bobbing deck of the carrier Enterprise. Unable to eject, she put the 50 ton machine down on a pitching deck at night, disobeying direct orders (nobody wants a 50 ton, out-of-control, piece of scrap metal mussing up the deck of a $2 billion boat) – saving herself, her REO, and most of the airplane. The brass was not amused. So when she applied to NASA, the Navy gave her a glowing recommendation and got her out of their hair! More …
Today, I decided to write a Love Poem to myself.
Some days, love is un-suppressible even when you try to stop it.
Others, it’s unattainable no matter where you look.
Then there are those days
You find it as if it were something that could be lost.
Or mistake it for something else.
And still others when love slips through your fingers
Like falling caramel finding it’s inevitable way into your dish.
I vote for the unsustainable kind of love that leaves you More …
–an erotic dalliance by ‘B’ from Austria
Ever wonder what to so with nettles? One summer day I walked with my friends Patric and Sanna through the woods near the side arms of the river Danube. We were looking for a place to go swimming. It was very hot and moist, not easy to find the way through all the green plants. There were stinging nettles everywhere. They reminded me of a book I read many years before. “You know” I said “the ancient Greeks used nettles to increase men’s virility. They used to whip them on their penises.”
“Really”, Patric said smiling, “amazing.” We continued our walk through the woods and after a while Patric said “you know, this idea is in my mind now, I can’t stop thinking about nettles. It sounds rather interesting.” We walked for another Another 10 minutes until he said “Let’s try it. I really want to know if it works. But I want to whip you too.” More …
Click. Click. Three inch heels tap rhythm onto cobblestones, polished by millions of footfalls. Clickety. Red patent for glitz, open-toed for comfort, but on uncertain surfaces, an ankle might turn.
Click. “Senora. Canastas. Muy bonitas.”
He stands close, but tonight he does not whine, as he holds out a dozen baskets, bright as birds. Tonight, here on the Alcala, there is song in his voice, and his eyes are lighted.
“As beautiful as the senora,” he croons.
I turn him down, as I have every night save one. Tonight, I am not looking to buy baskets.
It’s Saturday evening, and I’m on the prowl, and not for the man selling baskets. All dressed up with no place to go and no one to go there with. Black crocheted skirt skims my calf; black silk blouse clings provocatively, cleavage now covered (but could easily, surreptitiously, be uncovered) by a red woven shawl bought only an hour before on the Zocalo.
Oaxaca swarms in the streets tonight. School girls in blue and white, newly-conscious of their charms, walk arm in arm, giggling at the boys who circle them, laugh too loud and smoke too fast. Matrons charge along in threes and fours, swaying in tight skirts and tighter blouses, blazings colors across the night.
I’m all dressed up and restless. Very restless. Click. Click. More …