Some invitations don’t arrive with logic.
They arrive as a knowing.
When I got the email—“One spot left. Is it yours?”—I didn’t think. I didn’t make a pros-and-cons list. I didn’t ask permission.
My body already knew. Yes.
That “yes” led me to a pleasure coaching certification retreat in Costa Rica with the iconic Mama Gena—founder of The School of Womanly Arts and a feminist icon revolutionizing pleasure.
For 12,000 years, women have been taught to hand over their turn-on, to shrink their voices, to treat their bodies as if they belong to someone else. This work is about taking it all back.
Following the Threads of Intuition
Even before the retreat began, I was reminded of why I trust my intuition above everything else.
A last-minute flight change—one that “didn’t make sense” on paper—led me to sit next to a woman who would become a soul sister, business ally, and now an investor in our company. It was one of those moments that reaffirmed: when you follow the expansiveness, life opens doors you didn’t even know were there.
The Sensual Sessions
I arrived a few days early, and I had booked a sensual session with Mama G’s partner, trained in the art of extended massive orgasm.
Here’s the thing: I didn’t know exactly what that meant.
I gathered a few more details and heard from other women who had signed up in previous years who all had positive things to say.
I was here to push my edges and to explore pleasure, so why not?
I felt clear and strong enough to know how to stop or change my mind if I wanted to.
I had a desire to explore, in a safe space, outside of a partner, what my pleasure had to tell. me.
I tuned in to intuition, and got a ‘yes’.
The session began with setting the space and getting consent:
After setting the container, which means creating sacred space, and calling in our Guides, the Four Elements and my Angels, he began by asking for my permission one part at a time. He asked me to tune in not just to my mind, but also to my body; and specifically to my Pussy. Was she a “yes”?
It went like this:
“May I touch your left shoulder?” he’d say
“my mind says yes, my pussy says yes”, I’d answer
“May I touch your belly?”
“My mind says yes, my pussy says yes”
and so on.
If either wasn’t a full yes, it was a no.
It felt revolutionary.
To have someone ask. To be given permission to check in with both the intellect and the body before anything happened. To realize how many times in my life I had never been asked.
From there, we moved into a meditation in sensation. Slow, deliberate, no rush to “get anywhere.” He would move, pause, and I would simply describe what I felt—bringing my awareness fully into my body. No goal. Just presence.
And in that first session, my “sensation scale” topped out at a 2.
Which, of course, made me curious: What would a 4 feel like? Or an 8?
Over the course of the week, I did four of these sessions. By the end, I had touched an 8—and more importantly, I had mapped my pleasure in a way I never had before. I learned how to work with orgasmic energy, how to move it through my body, how to dance at the edge of climax without falling over.
The Realization
Somewhere in the middle of these sessions, something became undeniably clear: I want a pleasure partner.
Not just any partner—a sacred lover who delights in worshiping and being worshiped, who meets me in the exploration of turn-on without rushing, without agenda, without the old scripts.
This wasn’t about chasing a relationship. It was about owning the vibration I wanted to live in, and holding out for someone who matched it.
Beyond the Personal
The retreat itself was a tapestry of sisterhood, sensuality, and sacred intimacy.
All bodies. No shame. Just beauty, reverence, and the normalization of sensual connection without it needing to be sexual.
One of the deepest moments for me was the realization that I wish my daughter could have a coming-of-age ceremony, an initiation into her sovereign pleasure.. A moment to be witnessed, celebrated, and told that her body is beautiful. That her pleasure is sacred. That she can know herself first, before inviting anyone else in.
And maybe that’s the thread that ties all of this together:
When we reclaim our own pleasure, we model what’s possible for every woman who comes after us.
This is why I’m in this work.
Because when a woman’s erotic blueprint is fully hers—her voice, her body, her turn-on—it doesn’t just change her.
It changes everything.
Ready to reclaim your own hell yes?
Work with me inside my programs,and start the journey back to your own body’s wisdom.
They arrive as a knowing.
When I got the email—“One spot left. Is it yours?”—I didn’t think. I didn’t make a pros-and-cons list. I didn’t ask permission.
My body already knew. Yes.
That “yes” led me to a pleasure coaching certification retreat in Costa Rica with the iconic Mama Gena—founder of The School of Womanly Arts and a feminist icon revolutionizing pleasure.
For 12,000 years, women have been taught to hand over their turn-on, to shrink their voices, to treat their bodies as if they belong to someone else. This work is about taking it all back.
Following the Threads of Intuition
Even before the retreat began, I was reminded of why I trust my intuition above everything else.
A last-minute flight change—one that “didn’t make sense” on paper—led me to sit next to a woman who would become a soul sister, business ally, and now an investor in our company. It was one of those moments that reaffirmed: when you follow the expansiveness, life opens doors you didn’t even know were there.
The Sensual Sessions
I arrived a few days early, and I had booked a sensual session with Mama G’s partner, trained in the art of extended massive orgasm.
Here’s the thing: I didn’t know exactly what that meant.
I gathered a few more details and heard from other women who had signed up in previous years who all had positive things to say.
I was here to push my edges and to explore pleasure, so why not?
I felt clear and strong enough to know how to stop or change my mind if I wanted to.
I had a desire to explore, in a safe space, outside of a partner, what my pleasure had to tell. me.
I tuned in to intuition, and got a ‘yes’.
The session began with setting the space and getting consent:
After setting the container, which means creating sacred space, and calling in our Guides, the Four Elements and my Angels, he began by asking for my permission one part at a time. He asked me to tune in not just to my mind, but also to my body; and specifically to my Pussy. Was she a “yes”?
It went like this:
“May I touch your left shoulder?” he’d say
“my mind says yes, my pussy says yes”, I’d answer
“May I touch your belly?”
“My mind says yes, my pussy says yes”
and so on.
If either wasn’t a full yes, it was a no.
It felt revolutionary.
To have someone ask. To be given permission to check in with both the intellect and the body before anything happened. To realize how many times in my life I had never been asked.
From there, we moved into a meditation in sensation. Slow, deliberate, no rush to “get anywhere.” He would move, pause, and I would simply describe what I felt—bringing my awareness fully into my body. No goal. Just presence.
And in that first session, my “sensation scale” topped out at a 2.
Which, of course, made me curious: What would a 4 feel like? Or an 8?
Over the course of the week, I did four of these sessions. By the end, I had touched an 8—and more importantly, I had mapped my pleasure in a way I never had before. I learned how to work with orgasmic energy, how to move it through my body, how to dance at the edge of climax without falling over.
The Realization
Somewhere in the middle of these sessions, something became undeniably clear: I want a pleasure partner.
Not just any partner—a sacred lover who delights in worshiping and being worshiped, who meets me in the exploration of turn-on without rushing, without agenda, without the old scripts.
This wasn’t about chasing a relationship. It was about owning the vibration I wanted to live in, and holding out for someone who matched it.
Beyond the Personal
The retreat itself was a tapestry of sisterhood, sensuality, and sacred intimacy.
All bodies. No shame. Just beauty, reverence, and the normalization of sensual connection without it needing to be sexual.
One of the deepest moments for me was the realization that I wish my daughter could have a coming-of-age ceremony, an initiation into her sovereign pleasure.. A moment to be witnessed, celebrated, and told that her body is beautiful. That her pleasure is sacred. That she can know herself first, before inviting anyone else in.
And maybe that’s the thread that ties all of this together:
When we reclaim our own pleasure, we model what’s possible for every woman who comes after us.
This is why I’m in this work.
Because when a woman’s erotic blueprint is fully hers—her voice, her body, her turn-on—it doesn’t just change her.
It changes everything.
Ready to reclaim your own hell yes?
Work with me inside my programs,and start the journey back to your own body’s wisdom.
