It’s rare that I stop and pause before publishing a post.
I generally don’t shy away from taboo and controversial content—but definitely had to lean into my personal edge for this one.
1:00 a.m. My lovely neighbors seem to be getting it on tonight. They have been quiet for the most part, so happy to let this one slide.
2:00 a.m. She is getting pretty loud now, and it even seems like she is chanting as well. Didn’t know they were tantric; that’s cool. I should meet them some day.
3:00 a.m. Wide awake. Figured I can just as well enjoy myself, and, to be honest, it was quite arousing.
4:00 a.m. Man, I gotta meet this dude. Three hours in…these guys are taking it to the next level. Getting tired, though.
5:00 a.m. What…the…f*ck.
6:00 a.m. Still going strong. Starting to feel a bit insecure about my own sexual capabilities now.
7:00 a.m. Stumbling out of bed and making my way downstairs. I love sex sounds but feeling ready to block it out with some YouTube morning tunes.
8:00 a.m. Sex sounds turn into baby sounds. I didn’t know they had a baby…since when do they have a baby?
*Inquiring, slightly confused facial expression.*
OMFG!!! She was having a baby!!!
*Inquiring, slightly shocked facial expression.*
Wait, did I just pleasure myself listening to a woman in labor? Yup, I sure did. I didn’t have shame kick in like this for a long ass time.
But there it was! Life sure knows how to poke at whatever is still dormant in our system. Bravo to the Universe. Job well done.
What a night. And what a gift, too. Still in the process of coming to terms with this new piece of “me,” but already feeling the expansion of my limiting beliefs being stretched out.
Life is one big orgasm—from conception, to birth, to death. Gotta stay flexible, juicy, and in full surrender.