<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626</id><updated>2012-02-08T00:27:46.489Z</updated><category term='self-love'/><category term='sensuality'/><category term='fantasies'/><category term='Tease'/><category term='self-discovery'/><category term='fetishes'/><title type='text'>Sensual                                     Transition</title><subtitle type='html'>Undress your mind, acceptance that 'normal' in terms of sexuality is what makes you happy. In term of sexuality, sensuality is the basic of it all. Here is a self-discovery and celebration of all that is erotic, sensual and beautiful. The way to understand oneself pleasure is to become more sensual, to know your body. Do you know how sensual you are?  Do you know and accept your private fantasies? What does turn you on? If so, are you comfortable with your discovery?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-984209071929936738</id><published>2012-02-08T00:10:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:21:44.314Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tease'/><title type='text'>Dita Von Teese</title><content type='html'>Teasing you...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hEHQu2E_Mdc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-984209071929936738?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/984209071929936738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=984209071929936738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/984209071929936738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/984209071929936738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2012/02/dita-von-teese.html' title='Dita Von Teese'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/hEHQu2E_Mdc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4430787441838672893</id><published>2012-02-08T00:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:08:23.443Z</updated><title type='text'>A sensual relaxing massage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sensual...Transition...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tzVtwigK-o/TzG79pRx29I/AAAAAAAAAPU/7gdMSwg0cyw/s1600/mas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tzVtwigK-o/TzG79pRx29I/AAAAAAAAAPU/7gdMSwg0cyw/s400/mas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706548870581967826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4430787441838672893?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4430787441838672893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4430787441838672893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4430787441838672893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4430787441838672893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2012/02/sensual-relaxing-massage.html' title='A sensual relaxing massage...'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4tzVtwigK-o/TzG79pRx29I/AAAAAAAAAPU/7gdMSwg0cyw/s72-c/mas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-9095196524856073423</id><published>2011-10-14T00:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T00:45:03.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTkteIJojh8/Tpd36KLUmgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nVJkPj-Yqu4/s1600/food.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTkteIJojh8/Tpd36KLUmgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nVJkPj-Yqu4/s400/food.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663126897489648130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Today I cooked... and I really felt I was dancing on the description of a cooking experience by the famos cook Jean-Christophe Novelli:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;'Cooking is like SEX for me. I cook with all of my five senses. apart from tasting, smelling and looking at the food, you have to feel your way. When you are looking at one thing cooking, listen for the changing sounds of other dishes as they bubble and hiss and sing to you. Above all listen to your instincts.''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mmmmm my food was delicious... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-9095196524856073423?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/9095196524856073423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=9095196524856073423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/9095196524856073423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/9095196524856073423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2011/10/food.html' title='Food'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BTkteIJojh8/Tpd36KLUmgI/AAAAAAAAAPI/nVJkPj-Yqu4/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-8590418832648858142</id><published>2011-09-28T00:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T00:39:23.115+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensuality &amp; Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SensualTransition&lt;/span&gt; is the transition of being unaware of all ours senses to being aware of them in our day to day tasks: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vision/Seeing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Audition/Hearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Smell, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Touch/Feeling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;When the word sensuality is spoken the majority of people confuse it with sex thinking they are synonymous. For sure, they have similarities: I can bring my sensuality to my lovemaking process to enhance it by combining my sensual awareness to my sexual experience as a form of expression. However, sensuality is a conscious inside out process of awareness of your surroundings to bring the best in life, be it enjoying a nice cup of tea, a wonderful meal, or the pleasure of sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Through sensuality I discover myself as a woman and although I incorporate the senses in all areas of my life I have a great interest in how sensuality and sexuality overlap to bring a woman more self-confidence and more pleasure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-8590418832648858142?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/8590418832648858142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=8590418832648858142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8590418832648858142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8590418832648858142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2011/09/sensuality-sex.html' title='Sensuality &amp; Sex'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-3342893042457201789</id><published>2011-09-19T23:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:43:16.137+01:00</updated><title type='text'>We-Vibe II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6kvBWqAJYw/TnfFavqVBnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/tsn1OJQZ7hQ/s1600/we%2Bvibe.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6kvBWqAJYw/TnfFavqVBnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/tsn1OJQZ7hQ/s400/we%2Bvibe.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654204920448222834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXjy5gPqRcc/TnfFLj7eA_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/I_HvV7hw1_Y/s1600/we%2Bvibe.1jpg.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OXjy5gPqRcc/TnfFLj7eA_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/I_HvV7hw1_Y/s400/we%2Bvibe.1jpg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654204659600851954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm its curves are so sexy and sensual....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 1.5em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 1.1667em; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;The new We-Vibe II is an award-winning unique clitoral and G-Spot vibrator that can be used alone - or worn while you make love to deliver thrilling sensations.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;Its unique design means women can use it internally while also having penetrative sex for maximum satisfaction.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;The two vibrating motors combine to produce a unique throbbing action that syncs with your body - unique and utterly orgasmic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(81, 81, 81); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-3342893042457201789?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/3342893042457201789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=3342893042457201789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/3342893042457201789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/3342893042457201789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-vibe-ii.html' title='We-Vibe II'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6kvBWqAJYw/TnfFavqVBnI/AAAAAAAAAPA/tsn1OJQZ7hQ/s72-c/we%2Bvibe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-1196189715564005447</id><published>2011-08-15T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:39:16.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Undress...</title><content type='html'>Undress your mind... The acceptance of what is...Beautiful in you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-1196189715564005447?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/1196189715564005447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=1196189715564005447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1196189715564005447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1196189715564005447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2011/08/undress_15.html' title='Undress...'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-907761921355700594</id><published>2010-04-16T00:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T00:27:46.496Z</updated><title type='text'>The feeling of pain and pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a long day at work I am here seating down typing this. I feel the pain in every single muscle of my body, screaming I am achy - on top of a headache. This feeling is like a surreal type of meditation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On meditation it is said that you have to be aware of your body and be aware of every muscle. In my case I do not need to go to such extend. They - the muscles - are already screaming like checky children: 'I am here, I am here'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know a good cure for pain, which is to relax, a good orgasm: be on my own or with my partner. There is no better cure for muscle ache or headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I do not understand people who says: 'darling, no sex today. I have a headache!'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A big O is not happening today. I will keep in this 'meditative state'. Feeling, using my senses to feel every part of my body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-907761921355700594?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/907761921355700594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=907761921355700594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/907761921355700594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/907761921355700594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2010/04/feeling-of-pain-and-pleasure.html' title='The feeling of pain and pleasure'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-8299175505604831842</id><published>2010-04-15T23:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T23:47:22.571+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I was in the Blogging Burnout Land but now I 'Come Home'</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvNtRo3fLcg&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvNtRo3fLcg&amp;hl=en_GB&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It did happened. I stayed almost 7 months without writing on my blog. It was not that I did not want to. It was not that I did not have the passion for the subject anymore. It is just that the ideas were not flowing clearly enough in my head to be translated into writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am too visual and it is easier for me to express verbally. It is a challege for me to write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And it was true: many times I felt I have nothing to do with sensuality, that this was an alien subject to me, specially when I was feeling low, like a Monday morning - which is funny, because I love Mondays - which goes the same with the subject: that I love anything to do with sensuality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I just know that now I took the decision to go for it again. I will not beat myself up to write daily but maybe once or twice a week, when the creative thoughts a ready to jump in out of my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thus, hope the creative ideas will keep coming. And if you are there with some ideas feel free to put it forward for me to write about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-8299175505604831842?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/8299175505604831842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=8299175505604831842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8299175505604831842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8299175505604831842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-in-blogging-burnout-land-but-now.html' title='I was in the Blogging Burnout Land but now I &apos;Come Home&apos;'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-1686917664111868763</id><published>2009-09-01T23:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:50:52.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How to measure Pleasure By James LeGrand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to measure...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, money, laughter, accomplishment, &amp;amp; fame are what we typically think of when we want something pleasurable in our lives. But do they really bring us pleasure? Within all of them lies a way to find temporary or permanent pleasure. With friends, family, commercial television and movies all impressing upon you their views of the life you should want for yourself, you have to ask how do you really measure pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Do You Measure Pleasure In Love?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With love, many people measure pleasure through how much the other person does what they like, verses loving the core of who they are. When you love someone because of what they do, you are really trading what they like you to do for what you like them to do. So, when the person you love neatly fits into the role you outlined for them in your mind, you have feelings of love for them. When they step out of that role because they've changed, different life circumstances occur or they've decided not fulfill that role anymore, we suddenly "fall out of love". This is conditional love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you love a person for who they are as an individual, you are on the road to loving unconditionally. Love is not based on what they do. Your love for them is always present because of who they are. You see the things that they do as expressions of who they are and not as their identity. Love like this lasts a lifetime and can endure the toughest storms of a relationship. And when two people love each other in this way, they want to do things that the person they love would enjoy, because nothing gives them more pleasure than to see the one they love genuinely happy. Unconditional love can create levels of intimacy that blow away anything in the movies or in romance novels. The difference is that it is only possible when you choose to measure pleasure in love through giving of yourself freely to the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Do You Measure Pleasure With Money?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With money, many people want to find ways to show off their value, instead of doing things of value. When people want to show value, they are demonstrating the quality or the quantity of the stuff they have. They want to drive the most expensive luxury cars, wear the expensive name brand clothes, and wear jewelry that could be the down payment on a house. But why? After you get the thing you thought showed your value, over time it becomes ordinary. If you bought it to show off to friends, and then another friend gets something even more valuable, how do you feel about what you bought? When you use your money to compare and compete with others, there will always be someone that out shines you. Therefore, you can never be truly happy with what you have, and that happiness is always temporary. You always need more and better quality stuff to keep up with the value you want others to think of you as having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When people want to do things of value, they think bigger than just themselves. They might choose to invest in an idea that they love, and by doing so create jobs and spend every day doing something they truly enjoy. They may look to help those that need it most through donations, contributing to non-profit organizations, and starting community groups. They may save their money to put their children through college, or to save for a comfortable retirement. Rather than seeking to compare their perceived value with others, they seek to invest in ideas, helping people and worthy causes, or to find true enjoyment in working now so they don't have to work later. Knowing that you've invested your money into ideas, people and in the future makes the thing you contributed to more valuable than the money itself can ever be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Do You Measure Pleasure With Laughter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With laughter, many people think it's fun to laugh at other people and their problems, verses just having a great time with friends and family. Sarcasm, laughing at someone else's misfortune, spreading rumors and feeling good because someone else failed are all based in negativity. If these things happened to you, there is a good chance that you wouldn't find humor in them. It's because we view others as separate from ourselves that we feel better when they do poorly; in that moment we feel like we are better off than they are. In truth, putting down other people for any reason is squarely based in insecurity. We lift ourselves up by pushing others down when we engage in this type of "fun".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you measure pleasure with laughter by having a good time with friends and family, the time is based on lifting each other up. This type of fun is at the expense of no one. Everyone can partake and everyone can enjoy. All parties involved walk away feeling good about the time they had and about themselves. It's not about alcohol, drugs or negativity. It's about light-heartedness, fond memories and imagination. This type of laughter is based in love. It is shared consistently with quality friends and close family. We lift ourselves up by lifting the spirits of everyone we are with, and vise versa. It's innocent, it's fun, and it's memories are ever lasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Do You Measure Pleasure Through Accomplishment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With accomplishment, do you want to be the best, or do you want to be the best you can be? There is a difference between the two. When you want to be the best, you have to compare yourself to others and judge how one is better or worse than the other. Your focus is more on assessing what others do better than you so you can figure out how to win. When you win, they lose. Winning is of the highest value when being the best is the drive behind accomplishment. When someone else comes along that is better, you feel defeated, even if you've accomplished a great deal. Everything you do is compared to someone else, and your ranking against them gives you your value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you measure pleasure by always seeking to be the best you can be, you never stop learning. It's not about how good you are compared to someone else, but how much you've grown within yourself compared to yesterday, last month or last year. Your focus is on assessing your own pool of skills and talents, improving the ones that require development, and continuing to grow those that are highly tuned. When someone else comes along that is better, you watch and learn from them. Rather than competing, you ask questions. And if you find yourself the best at what you do through this process, you choose to help others to develop and become the best they can be as well. One of the greatest pleasures in life is teaching or coaching someone that goes on to surpass your skill level! For the person that strives to be the best they can be, it's a dream come true to help another be the best they can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Do You Measure Pleasure Through Fame?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With fame, is the number of people that know you important, or is it the number of people you inspire? When you derive a sense of worth through how many people know you, think highly of you or think you are cool, you are putting the foundation of your self esteem in other people's hands. Your reputation lives in other people's minds. If they choose to see you differently and you are no longer popular, you no longer hold that cool job title, or you otherwise lose the things that others valued you for, then your self-esteem takes a beating. If you thought you were great when others thought you were great, how will you see yourself when others no longer see you as great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When you measure pleasure by being an inspiring, it's more about doing the thing that you have a passion for than about other people's thoughts about you. When you dedicate yourself to a purpose you have a passion for, you can't help but to inspire those around you. Without focusing on it at all, other people look towards you as an example for themselves to follow. Your attention to your passion helps them find and focus on their passion. It is not about being famous for fame's sake to feed an ego. It's about doing the thing you love to do most in the world with all of the love, dedication and sincerity you can muster. Those who inspire tend to shy away from fame and the belief that they are somehow better than others. If fame finds these individuals, it does so all on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Measuring pleasure comes down to fear and love. When you measure pleasure through fear, you must compare to and tear down others in order to feel good yourself. Fear robs you of self -esteem and allows you to give the power of yourself over to others. When you measure pleasure through love, you build people up while building up yourself. You fortify your self-esteem, making bulletproof, and inspire others because of it. You aspire to ever increasing heights within yourself and have the courage to love unconditionally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-1686917664111868763?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/1686917664111868763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=1686917664111868763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1686917664111868763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1686917664111868763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-measure-pleasure-by-james.html' title='How to measure Pleasure By James LeGrand'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-3116099135749504908</id><published>2009-09-01T16:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:26:07.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua Lua Lua Lua Me banha com o calor da sua luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/Sp09BAxT5oI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5EHuP2A5WUU/s1600-h/lua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376520617746228866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/Sp09BAxT5oI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5EHuP2A5WUU/s320/lua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moon Moon Moon Moon bath me with your warmth light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-3116099135749504908?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/3116099135749504908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=3116099135749504908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/3116099135749504908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/3116099135749504908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/09/lua-lua-lua-lua-me-banha-com-o-calor-da.html' title='Lua Lua Lua Lua Me banha com o calor da sua luz'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/Sp09BAxT5oI/AAAAAAAAAOE/5EHuP2A5WUU/s72-c/lua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-6300864601351418732</id><published>2009-07-21T02:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T02:09:59.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>How music can touch us. We may be stuck in the floor with screws in our feet but if the right note hit our ears it seems all the cells in our bodies start moving together in waves of pleasure and movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hear songs that do not do anything for me but other times it is just impossible not to move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-6300864601351418732?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/6300864601351418732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=6300864601351418732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6300864601351418732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6300864601351418732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/07/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4692468620299380124</id><published>2009-06-11T23:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:48:03.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SjGJZW22ObI/AAAAAAAAAM0/81Hu-q0wlPo/s1600-h/twilight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346205301390850482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SjGJZW22ObI/AAAAAAAAAM0/81Hu-q0wlPo/s320/twilight2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart beat in a different away today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted you... and I still want you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted your arms around me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to hear your voice... and I did... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you were far... far... far way from me but your beautiful, sexy voice travel into my ears like music the moment you answered the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4692468620299380124?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4692468620299380124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4692468620299380124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4692468620299380124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4692468620299380124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-heart-beat.html' title='My heart beat'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SjGJZW22ObI/AAAAAAAAAM0/81Hu-q0wlPo/s72-c/twilight2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-1253105351381568479</id><published>2009-06-10T01:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:33:07.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The silent goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SjGF39s13vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/94qQxgdj9-E/s1600-h/Undersea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346201429167431410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SjGF39s13vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/94qQxgdj9-E/s320/Undersea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That kiss. I pushed you against the wall to feel how strong you were. My body touching yours, yours touching mine. the fabric of ours clothes... was there any clothes on you? I don't remember... Oh yes, the one I made you wear. It was all so quickly. It was a surprise, none of us expected that for that day, well I knew I woke up horny and when it happened... it was not on my plans for the day and when it happened, oh... The rush on my veins, the excitment, like the first time. It all felt like the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I now can only remember pieces of that moment... which marks on my mind making sculputures of pleasure...the moisture of different types of liquids: your saliva, your sweat, the water driping in our bodies... the strong touch... the smell...the taste...the taste...the smell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Will my memory hold it all...? all that I lived in moments like these. Moments that I felt free. Moments that transported me to a different dimension. There was no love, there was pain, there was love, and there was the certainty that I knew what I was doing no matter what the world said. The journey of each person's life. And on these journey my blood run faster in my veins, all my glands worked double hard with all the hormones in my body going boiling point. All my senses awaken to its maximum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always found a moment like this heaven. A complete acceptance of myself, nothing else mattered. The world in that box seemed huge and welcoming, bright, peaceful and dangerous. Doing what many people do not do, making it my own treasure... will my memory hold it all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I close my eyes and I can feel each moment as blessed moments. Moments that made me grow through love and pain, through hope and despair, through extremes of pushing my bondaries to full acceptance of myself in a 'swimming pool of pool'..., through moving from physical attraction to love desire, to addiction desire and back to physical attraction. And now... now I know I am ready to fly... and as I fly I know Love is awaiting for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-1253105351381568479?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/1253105351381568479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=1253105351381568479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1253105351381568479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1253105351381568479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/06/silent-goodbye.html' title='The silent goodbye...'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SjGF39s13vI/AAAAAAAAAMs/94qQxgdj9-E/s72-c/Undersea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-8544587655015412651</id><published>2009-06-10T01:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:26:33.192+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday present</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/Si79AirnbMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xB2t9Fah9L4/s1600-h/birthday_cake.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345487993486929090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/Si79AirnbMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xB2t9Fah9L4/s320/birthday_cake.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One of my birthday presents were delay for a while from Feb to June. It is actually quiet good to have delayed parties throughout the year.... And it was exciting!! We went to the London Dungeon - but I did not get scared, except with the long queue... The darkness of the place made my pupils to strech harder to see things around, and the smell... Oh Gosh, what a horrible smell of damp old wooden houses that place is. But of course, in those days London was like that. Damp and smelly - well, since all is based in true stories. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The best part though of my birthday is that we, my friend and I, got lost and by geting lost we found &lt;a href="http://www.boroughmarket.org.uk/"&gt;http://www.boroughmarket.org.uk/&lt;/a&gt; Borough Market. In 12 years here I never knew about this market. It brought me memories of the borough market of Sao Paulo &lt;a href="http://www.mercadomunicipal.com.br/home.html"&gt;http://www.mercadomunicipal.com.br/home.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The moment I saw it my mouth watered, my eyes opened wide, my senses highlightened completely. I am not a shopping for clothes type of woman, but I love going fruit/vegetable shopping and there in front of me a whole market only for food. Delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know market like Spitfields do food as well, but this one is only food, except for a guy who sell plates, but hey, plate has to do with food too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went around it and the experience of chat with the stall's owner/sales people, the pleasure of tasting what they had to sell. For me it was all excitiment. I felt very sensuous all the way round because my senses just want to try everything one way or the other: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;touch = what was the texture of the cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;smell= what was the smell of that fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;taste= what was the taste of the juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sound = the vendors selling their products and chat to customers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sight = seating down with my friend watching people passing by while eating our lunch and desert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and heart foundness = was to be there with my friend beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To complement it was kind of raining and for me it made it all the more special&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a lovely day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-8544587655015412651?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/8544587655015412651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=8544587655015412651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8544587655015412651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8544587655015412651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-birthday-present.html' title='My birthday present'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/Si79AirnbMI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xB2t9Fah9L4/s72-c/birthday_cake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-2448322605795120749</id><published>2009-06-02T09:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:15:00.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The remaining sense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I woke up this morning and stretched in bed I remember the one  person who was in the countryside and a remaining sense would join the comment below: the tongue, mine at least,  would easily lick all the sweat out a hot sunbathed body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-2448322605795120749?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/2448322605795120749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=2448322605795120749&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2448322605795120749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2448322605795120749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/06/remaining-sense.html' title='The remaining sense'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-916719922708206181</id><published>2009-06-01T22:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:31:36.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiRR0rdpwkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jlapvzFkNlU/s1600-h/5senses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342485023430394434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiRR0rdpwkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jlapvzFkNlU/s400/5senses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...i'm very happy to be home in the countryside, it's such a different way of life down here, and in this weather it's so hot and beautiful, really green, and all the flowers out and birds and it's silent... i spent the afternoon mowing all the grass around my parent's house and down the garden and between the flower beds with my top off in the sun and got sweaty and covered in dirt and it was just glorious. i forget sometimes how life is in the countryside.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as soon as I read a friend's account of the afternoon it striked me how sensual it all felt. It was like if it was me there myself. How hot it felt on the skin, how the eyes picked up the green and all the flowers around- as well as the smell of them I can imagined were noticed too. The hearing sense not only picked up the music of the birds but also of the silent... I really like listening to the silent sometimes, it does have its own music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hands touching the flower beds and the skin getting dirty in the process, creating a new texture against the skin when mixed with sweat of the hardwork and hot weather. It really sounded glorious!!!! I forget sometimes how good it is to have all these senses available to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-916719922708206181?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/916719922708206181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=916719922708206181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/916719922708206181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/916719922708206181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/06/senses.html' title='The senses'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiRR0rdpwkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/jlapvzFkNlU/s72-c/5senses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-6024589026067388554</id><published>2009-05-31T02:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:37:22.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What is .... Sensual?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHdhqJ2OuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NPx1gxNc0lc/s1600-h/what1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341794203359132386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHdhqJ2OuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NPx1gxNc0lc/s400/what1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHdJc_8feI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HLH0dASwTe0/s1600-h/what.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341793787511078370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHdJc_8feI/AAAAAAAAAMM/HLH0dASwTe0/s400/what.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What does the word SENSUAL means to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-6024589026067388554?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/6024589026067388554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=6024589026067388554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6024589026067388554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6024589026067388554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is.html' title='What is .... Sensual?'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHdhqJ2OuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/NPx1gxNc0lc/s72-c/what1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-2777121577949375798</id><published>2009-05-31T02:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:36:20.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHa3oRk2UI/AAAAAAAAAME/ly17HnQ5FNA/s1600-h/cantwait1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341791282276915522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHa3oRk2UI/AAAAAAAAAME/ly17HnQ5FNA/s400/cantwait1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHayVG6vUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YPwQPW930Rk/s1600-h/cantwait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341791191232593218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHayVG6vUI/AAAAAAAAAL8/YPwQPW930Rk/s400/cantwait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't wait for the touch of his hands holding my face, can't wait for his arms holding me. Can't wait for his body laying down beside me. Can't wait to hear his voice saying: 'Oi Amor'. Even if it is going to be for a short period of time I still can say that I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-2777121577949375798?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/2777121577949375798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=2777121577949375798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2777121577949375798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2777121577949375798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-wait.html' title='Can&apos;t wait'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHa3oRk2UI/AAAAAAAAAME/ly17HnQ5FNA/s72-c/cantwait1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-161092574172382381</id><published>2009-05-31T01:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:34:57.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Horny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHZB0ITD6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/nhrDk4ee5oA/s1600-h/regents+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341789258234662818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHZB0ITD6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/nhrDk4ee5oA/s400/regents+park.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night all of my body ached. I was so sleepy all I wanted was to go to bed. Then, by 10.30 pm a favourite lover tuned in my msn to say if I'd like to poped in... Oh gosh. You know when physically one is so tired that will negate a fantastic night of sex... Well, I did. And because of the way I let all my sensual sense work I could feel what I was mising out. Which touch, which smell, which sound mmmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today going to work I bumped into a friend who said I looked knackered. I thought, imagined if I had gone to be naugthy... However, all what I could not release the night before came like a bomb during the day. I need a realease, but as I had to go work and no Mr.Lover available I did not know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till, I had to go to another branch of the shop I work. I had a choice I could go by bus or go walking via Regent's Park. So, it was what I did, I walked for 30 min, feeling the warmth of the wind on my face, the hottness of the sun on my skin. The speed of my walk, the sound of birds, the sound of people talking. The faster pace of my walk, my breathing getting stronger, faster, faster, walking faster... Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I came... I mean, I arrived at the other shop. So, a walk kind of helped me out to realease some energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-161092574172382381?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/161092574172382381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=161092574172382381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/161092574172382381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/161092574172382381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/05/horny.html' title='Horny'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHZB0ITD6I/AAAAAAAAAL0/nhrDk4ee5oA/s72-c/regents+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-909847405845981615</id><published>2009-05-31T01:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:34:35.416+01:00</updated><title type='text'>More holding hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHUHefEHmI/AAAAAAAAALs/RsDsc7ECvqo/s1600-h/pancake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341783857945648738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHUHefEHmI/AAAAAAAAALs/RsDsc7ECvqo/s400/pancake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On bank holiday I met my friend again, as we met the day before our time together was short, i had just finished work and she had dance class to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, on bank holiday we went to this very cosy place in High Barnet that says pancake. Delicious pancake. We had been there 1 year before and the taste was still on my taste buds. I always wanted to go back there and finally we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seating by the window we could see outside but in the same time we were very close to each other. As soon as we sat down we hold hands again so we could matar a saudade, as we say in Brazil - kill the missing feeling - The waiter come but in a very nice way we said we needed a moment for ourselves and it was respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on another waiter came. It was the same waiter that served us 1 year before. What a beautiful smile she has. So nice and friendly. Our pancake came and ahhhhh, how it feels good to eat when we are hungry. And for me it is even better when I am hungry eating a pizza or a pancake because I like eating with my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of the texture of the pancake in my hands, how it differed when I put in my mouth. As I ate very slowly I could taste more each of the toppings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good, my eyes were pleased looking at the pancake, looking at my friend and looking at the smile of the waiters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands were happy because I could feel the warth of my friend's touch and of my pancake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My skin was warmth because the day was so deliciously warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ears were happy listening to all of my friends news update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth were happy as I talked a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just felt that afternoon in this pancake place was full of sensual sensations. Specially that when we told the waitress that we still remember her she said that she too remembered us (which any waiter could have said) but she not only remembered us, but she also pointed out where in the restaurant we were seating down 1 year before. Now, that is what I call warmth in a good service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-909847405845981615?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/909847405845981615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=909847405845981615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/909847405845981615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/909847405845981615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-holding-hands.html' title='More holding hands'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHUHefEHmI/AAAAAAAAALs/RsDsc7ECvqo/s72-c/pancake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4907981232268792118</id><published>2009-05-31T01:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T02:34:00.278+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The holding hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHQtsp4QGI/AAAAAAAAALk/PiEyyWEY6x0/s1600-h/holding-hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341780116537622626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHQtsp4QGI/AAAAAAAAALk/PiEyyWEY6x0/s400/holding-hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My life has been busy and the life of one of my good friend as well. She took into dancing and now the time gets a bit tight to see each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Sunday we met in a Pizzaria in Kentish Town and we were there getting connected, looking into each other eyes, holding each other hands, feeling the warmth of our hands when out of nowhere comes a second waiter, who was not serving us in the first place, and without any sensitivity to the moment jumps in and ask: 'Are you ready for the order?'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spell was broken. We did not know if we got annoyed with the waiter or if we forgave him for such insesitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had he never holded hands with someone and wanted that moment to be forever? And hey, I am not even talking about a lover, because my friend and I have nothing sexually involved. She's my friend and we like to express our love with touch. Maybe that is why we are more sensitive to the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4907981232268792118?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4907981232268792118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4907981232268792118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4907981232268792118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4907981232268792118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/05/holding-hands.html' title='The holding hands'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/SiHQtsp4QGI/AAAAAAAAALk/PiEyyWEY6x0/s72-c/holding-hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-5289044649807469482</id><published>2009-05-05T02:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:36:03.497+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/Sf-X8IcX19I/AAAAAAAAALc/7WyYwCVCvc0/s1600-h/beijo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332147543144388562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/Sf-X8IcX19I/AAAAAAAAALc/7WyYwCVCvc0/s400/beijo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kiss... the touch... the warmth of your lips is still in my mind... in my mind it still is....the kiss....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-5289044649807469482?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/5289044649807469482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=5289044649807469482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/5289044649807469482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/5289044649807469482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/05/desire.html' title='Desire'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/Sf-X8IcX19I/AAAAAAAAALc/7WyYwCVCvc0/s72-c/beijo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-1582309059489733181</id><published>2009-05-05T02:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T02:32:41.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O beijo</title><content type='html'>O beijo...o toque... o quente dos seus labios nos meus seios... Na mente... ainda esta, na minha mente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-1582309059489733181?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/1582309059489733181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=1582309059489733181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1582309059489733181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1582309059489733181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-beijo.html' title='O beijo'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-1676899204651492414</id><published>2008-12-04T00:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:30:03.053Z</updated><title type='text'>William Blake</title><content type='html'>"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear as it is, infinite".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the experience of using all your senses opensthe door to a new experience of the world. Smell that flower, watch the sunshine, taste that grape, feel the cold, touch yourself, make love to the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-1676899204651492414?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/1676899204651492414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=1676899204651492414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1676899204651492414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1676899204651492414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/12/william-blake.html' title='William Blake'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-8656092289415896847</id><published>2008-07-28T00:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T00:17:32.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Transdance</title><content type='html'>I went to a transdance course last Thursday. It is a very sensual dance where I had to work out the motions of my sensual chackra. It also involved  to be in touch with the earth/fire/air/water side of our lives too.  I will be bring more detail about this dance soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-8656092289415896847?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/8656092289415896847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=8656092289415896847&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8656092289415896847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8656092289415896847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/07/transdance.html' title='Transdance'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-6916544212598701340</id><published>2008-06-17T00:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:11:24.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still around...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As any other human being. Yes, I am a human being... I have been away dealing with issues about life and making sure of my connection with my sensuality. Sometimes it is effortlessly, other times it needs extra attention, love and dedication. Foxy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-6916544212598701340?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/6916544212598701340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=6916544212598701340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6916544212598701340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6916544212598701340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-still-around.html' title='I am still around...'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-337776619948607459</id><published>2008-03-19T02:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T02:13:31.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Rain...listen...feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it was raining... we seating in the car talking... just before I said my goodbyes...remembering how delicious it was to eat sushi. The taste, how to hold it, the fear of it to fall down the plate again, the taste, the smell of fish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As we talked I really wanted her to stop the engine and finally she did, even without me asking... I was so pleased. My ears were so pleased, because all I wanted was to seat there with my good friend just listening to the sound of rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Memories started to flood over my mind. Memories of walking in the tropical rain, feeling the warmth of the drops in my face, with the clothes sticking in my body making it clingy.  Memories of those scene on TV where the couple kiss under the rain that I was able to do only under the shower... Memories of how good it was to go to bed in the afternoon in Brazil and listen to the rain droping in the cealing or in the window. Memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and now it is a memory to think of me and my friend listening to the rain together in a cold night in London after an exciting sushi evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-337776619948607459?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/337776619948607459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=337776619948607459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/337776619948607459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/337776619948607459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/03/rainlistenfeel.html' title='Rain...listen...feel'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-8677933976486052985</id><published>2008-02-22T00:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:05:48.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>Just been busy getting old...&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and preparing to a workshop on the 5th of March. &lt;/div&gt;Looking forward to it in a exciting scary way....&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been also busy going to a Talk about Tantra Sex... First I said it would not be for me, but on a second thought I would not mind a partner who would like to push the bondaries of sex, sensuality and spirituality. Since Tantra in the sexuality field has a lot to do with Sensuality.&lt;/div&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After taking time as well for some fun in PVC dress and an PVC police outfit  I was very much aware and in touch with the way my skin felt in touch with the material.... wonderful....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-8677933976486052985?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/8677933976486052985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=8677933976486052985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8677933976486052985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8677933976486052985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/02/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-1961407603143376449</id><published>2008-02-21T23:56:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:37.431Z</updated><title type='text'>Feel it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74QSLQCo6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/PwQlXBtPtNg/s1600-h/sen5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169587326711669666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74QSLQCo6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/PwQlXBtPtNg/s400/sen5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74QMLQCo5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/qOqjXPfKkE4/s1600-h/sen4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169587223632454546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74QMLQCo5I/AAAAAAAAAHU/qOqjXPfKkE4/s400/sen4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74QGbQCo4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/qd_faec4O-A/s1600-h/sen3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169587124848206722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74QGbQCo4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/qd_faec4O-A/s400/sen3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74QALQCo3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sRvYIl3Vv5k/s1600-h/sen2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169587017474024306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74QALQCo3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/sRvYIl3Vv5k/s400/sen2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74P5LQCo2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/PuZjEM9ipWs/s1600-h/sen1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169586897214940002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74P5LQCo2I/AAAAAAAAAG8/PuZjEM9ipWs/s400/sen1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74PxrQCo1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/DV16MoeXwyE/s1600-h/sen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169586768365921106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74PxrQCo1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/DV16MoeXwyE/s400/sen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-1961407603143376449?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/1961407603143376449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=1961407603143376449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1961407603143376449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1961407603143376449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/02/feel-it.html' title='Feel it'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R74QSLQCo6I/AAAAAAAAAHc/PwQlXBtPtNg/s72-c/sen5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-6785667047466173088</id><published>2008-02-09T13:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T13:15:58.015Z</updated><title type='text'>Shake up</title><content type='html'>Discovering who we are in our sensuality and sexuality takes some time and also takes some shake-up of what we, as women, as human, think or considerer permissible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are the best present you have so enjoy it. I was talking to my Gramma today who was complaining that her hormones are boiling and without a partner feels frustrated. I had to tell her to use her imagination, but because her beliefs of her new religion she thinks it's wrong. I went extreme with her saying: 'Gramma, God gave you a funny and 5 fingers to play with, so use it. For me it is the same if God (God here is whoever anyones belief of who God is) gave you two legs and I do not use I dont see the point.'  She stop a minute to think about it and at least in theory said it seemed right. So, this is only an example. It is to much belief to shake up if we are to have fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-6785667047466173088?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/6785667047466173088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=6785667047466173088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6785667047466173088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6785667047466173088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/02/shake-up.html' title='Shake up'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4235776826534511174</id><published>2008-02-07T01:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:37.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Sensuality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R6pdttTXQYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tIVi6Glxzdc/s1600-h/La_perla_Sensuality.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164042962570002818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R6pdttTXQYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tIVi6Glxzdc/s400/La_perla_Sensuality.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4235776826534511174?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4235776826534511174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4235776826534511174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4235776826534511174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4235776826534511174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/02/sensuality.html' title='Sensuality'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R6pdttTXQYI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tIVi6Glxzdc/s72-c/La_perla_Sensuality.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-7817718579390510164</id><published>2008-02-07T01:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:18:34.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Is the female orgasm really a political issue?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say female sexuality is a HUGE political, social and economic issue. Women are limited and controlled by any authoritarian culture that denies childhood masturbation, withholds sex information and education (like promoting abstinence only until marriage), limits abortion and access to birth control, rejects sex workers rights while the very same men use their services behind the scenes, and upholds a sexual double standard allowing men autonomy while women must be faithful.&lt;br /&gt;These are very political issues that are meant to keep women in their place- barefoot, monogamous and pregnant in the kitchen. Israel is probably ahead of the U.S.A. when it comes to sexual choices for women. But maybe I'm mistaken. We can all think of a few exceptions that prove the rule.&lt;br /&gt;However, it is my personal belief that until we acknowledge and honor the practice of masturbation as the foundation for all of human sexuality, people will continue to be manipulated and controlled through sexual guilt and fear by any authoritarian government combined with outmoded religious principles. Having an independent orgasm may be the most political act of all. (by B.Dodson) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-7817718579390510164?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/7817718579390510164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=7817718579390510164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/7817718579390510164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/7817718579390510164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-female-orgasm-really-political-issue.html' title='Is the female orgasm really a political issue?'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-6963986035982312259</id><published>2008-02-07T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:15:29.322Z</updated><title type='text'>Is naming your vagina really that important</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, it's very important. Your question should be "Is naming your sex organ really that important?" The vagina is the birth canal. Would a man like his sex organ to be reduced to just his "testicles?" To refer to a woman's sex organ as a "vagina" is inadequate. It leaves out the inner lips and the clitoris that is far more extensive than most realize. Besides the clitoral shaft, hood and glans that are all visible, there are also the clitoral bulbs and legs along with the perineal and urethral sponges inside the body that become erect when stimulated. Women have nearly as much erectile tissue as men, but our erections are internal. When we continually refer to a woman's sex organ as a "vagina," too often both men and women believe that vaginal friction from penetration should be adequate stimulation to orgasm. However, that's not true for the majority of women. A better term would be "vulva" which is more inclusive. Or even saying "clitoris" is better than "vagina." While it's true that some women experience orgasm through vaginal penetration alone, they remain in the minority. (B.Dodson)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-6963986035982312259?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/6963986035982312259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=6963986035982312259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6963986035982312259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6963986035982312259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-naming-your-vagina-really-that.html' title='Is naming your vagina really that important'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-2152915838482967480</id><published>2008-01-30T21:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:43:54.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Get to know yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R6D3B9TXQXI/AAAAAAAAAGk/4Bkdg4H7Cbw/s1600-h/vulva20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;'The only thing actually missing in your life is yourself'. When I heard this comment on a seminar, it did ring true to me. And this awareness is bringing me closer and closer to the realtionship I have with me,myself and I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What is missing in your life? in your sensual side? in your sexuality? Maybe is simply yourself, your sensuality that is already on you. Your sexuality that is screaming for an orgasm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a relationship with ourselves emotionaly and physically and this relationship includes fun, self-pleasure which can be named: masturbation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some magazines says that many woman masturbates these days, but I always become surprised when I hear of many women who do not. According to a Channel 4 programme recently '1/3 of the female population in UK do not masturbate...' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For masturbation the first step is to emotionally accept that we have a right to have fun with ourselves. Secondly, it to know ourselves down below. Many woman also do not know about their anatomy, they do not know what their vagina looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, make yourself alone and comfortable. Acquire a good mirror, some light and start examine your vagina. Because what you miss is to get to know yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start by touching yourself in an introduction way with some patting, you can say 'hi my name is... and yours will be...., give it some TLC - Tender, Love and Care, and start naming the parts of your vagina. Really get to know it. Use the picture above to guide you and also visit the link &lt;a href="http://www.coolnurse.com/vagina.htm"&gt;http://www.coolnurse.com/vagina.htm&lt;/a&gt;. This information will be of great use at a later stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-2152915838482967480?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/2152915838482967480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=2152915838482967480&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2152915838482967480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2152915838482967480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/get-to-know-yourself.html' title='Get to know yourself'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-2615176592339336378</id><published>2008-01-22T01:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:38.111Z</updated><title type='text'>Internal Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R5VDCjgTPXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/z3sNGJ6nIzQ/s1600-h/scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158102659392290162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R5VDCjgTPXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/z3sNGJ6nIzQ/s400/scarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling sensual and sexy is an internal experience. Something happens inside our mind and heart in order for us to experience this internal exchange of energy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-2615176592339336378?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/2615176592339336378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=2615176592339336378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2615176592339336378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2615176592339336378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/feeling-sensual-and-sexy-is-internal.html' title='Internal Experience'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R5VDCjgTPXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/z3sNGJ6nIzQ/s72-c/scarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-2529690386926770789</id><published>2008-01-19T03:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T03:56:28.798Z</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Drummond de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My favourite author. It is interesting how I feel a great connection and a great love for Carlos Drummond the Andrade. I came in contact to him at the age of 13 at school in one of his poems from the Modernism style. I was the first one to understand what his meant in my classroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt his death. I missed him as if he was a close friend. When at the age of 18 I read his Erotica compilation I felt as if he was beside me, because all this Erotica poems touched me so much. I could feel it in my fingers, I could feel it in my soul, I could feel in the veins all around my body. It felt as if he was writing to me. I miss him. And the video here is a hommage to him. It is about the 100 no reasons to Love, but it has some sensual photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answers.com/topic/andrade-carlos-drummond-de"&gt;http://www.answers.com/topic/andrade-carlos-drummond-de&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-2529690386926770789?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/2529690386926770789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=2529690386926770789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2529690386926770789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2529690386926770789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/carlos-drummond-de-andrade.html' title='Carlos Drummond de Andrade'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4167277016224498486</id><published>2008-01-19T03:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T03:50:45.257Z</updated><title type='text'>As Sem-Razões do Amor (Carlos Drummond de Andrade )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/IlulF0NVuas' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IlulF0NVuas'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If there is someone I miss from my teen years is Carlos Drummond de Andrade, the best well know poet in Brazil. Specially his erotic poems. It touch me in such a profound way that I feel it in my body. This poem it's about love though. The vid is fantastic with music by Mandy Moore. I was 13 when I first read Carlos and 18 when I first read his Erotica compilation after his death. and I was felt he understood what I felt via his Erotic poems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because I love you&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to be a lover&lt;br /&gt;And no need to know how to be&lt;br /&gt;I love you because I love you&lt;br /&gt;Love is a state of mindless&lt;br /&gt;And with love we don’t pay anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is free of charge, it is given away&lt;br /&gt;It is taken all over with the wind like seeds&lt;br /&gt;In a waterfall, in an eclipse&lt;br /&gt;Love run away of dictionaries&lt;br /&gt;And all the laws and regulations &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because I don’t love you&lt;br /&gt;Enough and too much for me&lt;br /&gt;Because love it is not an exchange&lt;br /&gt;It is not verbalized&lt;br /&gt;Because love is love of the nothingness&lt;br /&gt;Happy and strong in itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is the death’s cousin&lt;br /&gt;And from death, the winner&lt;br /&gt;As much as each moment is killed (and they do kill)&lt;br /&gt;With love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4167277016224498486?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4167277016224498486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4167277016224498486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4167277016224498486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4167277016224498486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/as-sem-razes-do-amor-carlos-drummond-de.html' title='As Sem-Razões do Amor (Carlos Drummond de Andrade )'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-9166048414639585156</id><published>2008-01-19T02:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:33:31.473Z</updated><title type='text'>'Let there be pleasure &amp; ecstasy on earth and let it begin with me'</title><content type='html'>(Annie Sprinkle)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-9166048414639585156?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/9166048414639585156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=9166048414639585156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/9166048414639585156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/9166048414639585156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/let-there-be-pleasure-ecstasy-on-earth.html' title='&apos;Let there be pleasure &amp; ecstasy on earth and let it begin with me&apos;'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4065172671618317574</id><published>2008-01-19T02:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T02:29:11.675Z</updated><title type='text'>Workshop for Women's Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh Gosh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited yesterday by the Motivation House, in Hendon, London &lt;a href="http://www.motivationhouse.com/home"&gt;http://www.motivationhouse.com/home&lt;/a&gt; to do a workshop in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sensual Transition&lt;/span&gt; as part of the event they are  organizing for the International Women's Week &lt;a href="http://www.internationalwomensday.com/about.asp"&gt;http://www.internationalwomensday.com/about.asp&lt;/a&gt;- with my workshop being on Saturday, the 8th of March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am as much excited as anxious. One thing is having friends saying that I can be a sex/sensual guru - ha. Another is to stand up in front of people and talk about it - even though  I know it is a subject I am passionate about. I have a lot going on at the moment in my life but I will certainly make that to set up all the information I need to make it happen.  Thus, if at least 1 woman leave the workshop with a smile on her face with the the inspiration to go and take a step forward in her sensuality it will be worth it.. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4065172671618317574?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4065172671618317574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4065172671618317574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4065172671618317574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4065172671618317574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/workshop-for-womens-week.html' title='Workshop for Women&apos;s Week'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-8917333455847644476</id><published>2008-01-11T11:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:38.304Z</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4dWczgTPWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/c6yilrgeyVU/s1600-h/begin1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154183351410834786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4dWczgTPWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/c6yilrgeyVU/s400/begin1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-8917333455847644476?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/8917333455847644476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=8917333455847644476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8917333455847644476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/8917333455847644476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/pleasure.html' title='Pleasure'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4dWczgTPWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/c6yilrgeyVU/s72-c/begin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4736448421080003394</id><published>2008-01-10T01:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:38.441Z</updated><title type='text'>Make love with the world through your senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4V0sjgTPVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/npGdVkaWubo/s1600-h/placa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153653657389186386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4V0sjgTPVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/npGdVkaWubo/s400/placa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we make love through all of ours senses we make love to the world. We connect to the world through our body, through our eyes, through our taste, through our smell, through our touch, through all our senses. Sensuality will lead you to sexuality in a more fulfilling way and you making love to yourself is it the ultimate connection with the world and your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4736448421080003394?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4736448421080003394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4736448421080003394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4736448421080003394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4736448421080003394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/make-love-with-world-through-your.html' title='Make love with the world through your senses'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4V0sjgTPVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/npGdVkaWubo/s72-c/placa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4227238573047219089</id><published>2008-01-10T00:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:58:06.585Z</updated><title type='text'>Erotic Lounge - Sensual Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/hF8qbFbrSls' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/hF8qbFbrSls'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4227238573047219089?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4227238573047219089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4227238573047219089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4227238573047219089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4227238573047219089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/erotic-lounge-sensual-passion.html' title='Erotic Lounge - Sensual Passion'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4289153706344260041</id><published>2008-01-10T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:38.550Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-love'/><title type='text'>Surrender to Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4VmvTgTPUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Oohg6G8b8os/s1600-h/feel+free.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153638311471037762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4VmvTgTPUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Oohg6G8b8os/s400/feel+free.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's RISE in love, SURRENDER to love. Instead of to FALL in love. Yes, I know, sometimes for fear of opening our hearts or simply out of choice, we say there is no relationship in our lives. There is, the most important one: with OURSELVES.  However, before any form of relationship is developed with someone, especially involving intimacy, it is important to review the relationship with OURSELVES on a daily basis - sometimes it is not easy and it requires practice. The sense of peace of Surrender to  Love for ourselves deep in our hearts has no price: it feels wonderful. It is what I call a SSJ: Sensual Spiritual Journey. Or SSS Self-Love, Sensuality, Sexuality. Guess what: they all go hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;See the inspirations below and see what you can add on your daily self-love practices,,for example: 'Sexual intimacy keeps a loving relationship strong and resilient' - Take time to enjoy your sense of pleasure, of touch, be sensual, be playfull: play with yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVING QUOTES &amp;amp; INSPIRATIONS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By Paul Mauchline &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love = Life, Fear = No Life. There really is no in between.&lt;br /&gt;Love begins by loving yourself first.&lt;br /&gt;Work should not be the # 1 priority in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Always listen to your inner voice; it is seldom wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Rather than fall in love, we should rise in love.&lt;br /&gt;Your life and the lives of those you love are happening now. Your life today is not a dress rehearsal for another life you will have later… Live it with love now.&lt;br /&gt;There is no measure to the quantity of love we are able to give to others and to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;Giving love should not be calculated on a scoreboard.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness must come from within.&lt;br /&gt;Money is not what life is about.&lt;br /&gt;Complaining only stimulates fear, insecurity, and an unhappy life.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up each day with an attitude of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;As you fall asleep at night, allow your last thoughts to focus on what you are grateful for in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Don't aim too low to achieve what you truly desire in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Reach higher for your dreams… and, more importantly, reach higher for love.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Do your best each day, and never look back.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with being single.&lt;br /&gt;Being alone does not make you a loser.&lt;br /&gt;When you least expect it, love will come knocking on your door.&lt;br /&gt;Love requires practice each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;Love is an action: treat it as such.&lt;br /&gt;Dating is like riding a bicycle: you never really forget how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;If you can count the number of true friends you have on one hand, you are truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Have some fun each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;Ego only gets you into trouble. Find a place and bury it forever.&lt;br /&gt;We are all winners. There truly are no losers. The choice is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;Stop overanalyzing, and just do it.&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes around.&lt;br /&gt;Walking is good therapy: It exercises the body and clears the mind.&lt;br /&gt;Take the time each day to pay a compliment to someone.&lt;br /&gt;What's love got to do with it? … Everything!&lt;br /&gt;Material things do not bring love and happiness into your life.&lt;br /&gt;If you do not trust, you cannot love.&lt;br /&gt;The love from another person should complement us, not complete us.&lt;br /&gt;Recognize the importance and beauty of touch.&lt;br /&gt;Reach to you inner child for help and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;Real love is unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;Love is the biggest gift you can give to anyone, especially to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Judge no other man or woman in this world; this is not our right.&lt;br /&gt;Respect everyone for who they are, as individuals, and treat them equally with love and respect.&lt;br /&gt;Fear blocks us from fully experiencing love.&lt;br /&gt;There is a place within each of us that allows us to return to love.&lt;br /&gt;Each day, take time out for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;We will never know everything. That is the beauty of life, and, more importantly, that is the beauty of love.&lt;br /&gt;Genuine love is given with no strings attached, with no expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Live life with no expectations, that way you will never be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Always retain your individuality in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;Communicate your feelings honestly to all.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with compromising.&lt;br /&gt;Always believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;In order to love, you must be able to forgive anyone, fully and unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;Loving yourself is not selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Completion and happiness come from within, not from another person.&lt;br /&gt;Patience brings great rewards.&lt;br /&gt;Loving relationships require commitment.&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about choices. Recognize that you have them always.&lt;br /&gt;You cannot change anyone, unless that person wants to change himself or herself.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to develop a sense of awareness.&lt;br /&gt;We are all capable of greatness, as long as we believe in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;You will never create the loving relationship you desire, unless you are willing to put forth the work and effort.&lt;br /&gt;Reveal your true self to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Always maintain your dreams, goals, values, and lifestyle choices without serious compromise.&lt;br /&gt;Infidelity hurts many innocent bystanders.&lt;br /&gt;The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence.&lt;br /&gt;Before you ask, "Are you the one for me?," remember to ask, "Are you NOT the one for me?"&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to ask questions. The answers always provide better choices for one's life.&lt;br /&gt;Sexual intimacy keeps a loving relationship strong and resilient.&lt;br /&gt;A nicer term for gossip is an "exchange of information."&lt;br /&gt;As my Mom says, "Keep it simple."&lt;br /&gt;Life is not about wealth, success, or who earns the most money. Life is about love.&lt;br /&gt;Learn not to sweat the small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;A healthy, positive attitude will get you further ahead in life.&lt;br /&gt;Resentment and jealously only cause unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;When negative thoughts come to mind, extinguish them by focusing on happy, positive, and loving experiences from your past.&lt;br /&gt;Only through our daily thoughts, words, and actions towards all those we encounter, especially our children, can we all create a more loving world.&lt;br /&gt;Don't take anything personally.&lt;br /&gt;Misery loves company. Stay away from that company.&lt;br /&gt;Always be happy for the success and good fortune of others.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling takes less effort than frowning.&lt;br /&gt;A truly successful individual is humble and does not feel the need to flaunt his or her success or wealth.&lt;br /&gt;Success is not measured in dollars and cents.&lt;br /&gt;Living "happily ever after" is not an impossible dream.&lt;br /&gt;Desperation… only spells out disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to breathe properly… It is a great stress reliever.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a smorgasbord of choices. It is just up to us to choose from among them.&lt;br /&gt;Surround yourself with positive and loving people.&lt;br /&gt;Fear and insecurity cause bad choices and decisions.&lt;br /&gt;No relationship is worth giving up your individuality.&lt;br /&gt;A healthy marriage is one very long conversation.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing wrong with saying NO.&lt;br /&gt;Expressing your feelings in writing is good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is not about pleasing everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life daily with a sense of gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;Worrying is a total waste of one's energy.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ventured…nothing gained.&lt;br /&gt;Age is all in the mind.&lt;br /&gt;As we get older, we get better.&lt;br /&gt;Always express how you feel honestly, especially when you are having a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;Painful and negative feelings are okay, as long as you don't dwell on them.&lt;br /&gt;When love ceases in a relationship, familiarity and comfort are what keep many couples together. Familiarity and comfort are the worst reasons to stay together.&lt;br /&gt;When someone says, "I am having a bad day" Never say, "Don't feel bad." The message you are sending is that it is not proper to express negative feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Recognize your strengths and weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;Never be afraid to ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;Physical or mental abuse is unacceptable. Avoid them at all costs.&lt;br /&gt;Change is a good thing. It prevents life from being boring.&lt;br /&gt;Live your life fully each and every day with love.&lt;br /&gt;If you follow your dreams, you will never be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;Copyright ©2004 by Paul Mauchline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4289153706344260041?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4289153706344260041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4289153706344260041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4289153706344260041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4289153706344260041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/surrender-to-love.html' title='Surrender to Love'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4VmvTgTPUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Oohg6G8b8os/s72-c/feel+free.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4600898742039937957</id><published>2008-01-06T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:38.711Z</updated><title type='text'>Do you understand  and know yourself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4FCMTgTPTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JbSvWFRsFD8/s1600-h/cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152472227850173746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4FCMTgTPTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JbSvWFRsFD8/s320/cartoon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Learn about yourself. Learn what rock your boat. Learn to touch your body and give yourself pleasure. Only then you can tell not only yourelf how to have fun in bed in a D.I.Y moment, but to tell your partner how to do it better for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Many years ago I have been to a place where I used to expected the guys I had been with to do everything for me just to ended up very frustrated. Not their fault. Only mine. It is not rock science: they don't have a crystal ball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went into educating myself about my body. To look in the mirror in every single part. To name it and to know what they were about. When I knew what turned me on I was not frustrated anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4600898742039937957?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4600898742039937957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4600898742039937957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4600898742039937957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4600898742039937957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/do-you-understand-and-know-yourself.html' title='Do you understand  and know yourself?'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4FCMTgTPTI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JbSvWFRsFD8/s72-c/cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-2786732413625585275</id><published>2008-01-06T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:39.325Z</updated><title type='text'>My very interesting x-mas present</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ErSDgTPSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Z7mdXMAFmis/s1600-h/betania+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152447037866982690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ErSDgTPSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Z7mdXMAFmis/s320/betania+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love the Shop Coco the Mer &lt;a href="http://www.coco-de-mer.co.uk/"&gt;http://www.coco-de-mer.co.uk/&lt;/a&gt; and my friend knowing that could not helping herself shopping there for me after seeing that I had just bought somewhere one of this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ErLTgTPRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nPHR6D9m6oc/s1600-h/betania+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152446921902865682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ErLTgTPRI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nPHR6D9m6oc/s320/betania+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I loved the colour of this tickling feather and it is so sensual when I touch my skin with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4Eq_TgTPQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u-Ir-gPygHk/s1600-h/betania+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152446715744435458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4Eq_TgTPQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/u-Ir-gPygHk/s320/betania+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there she arrived with the bag, very excited, saying that she could not wait to see my face. I loved the bag, very sexy - with the woman touching herself as well as the flowers have orgarms... - It was mmmmm. 'Open it!' . Well, she really wanted to see my face, and it was a surprised one. Not only me, but her as well. as I looked for the present I could not find it. Was it the bag itself the present. No, she simply forgot it at home. Brought the bag but not the present. I had to wait few days more till she came back with the present itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4Eq1TgTPPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gSNeWaksGPQ/s1600-h/book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152446543945743602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4Eq1TgTPPI/AAAAAAAAAFY/gSNeWaksGPQ/s320/book.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erotic Tickling – Michael Moran&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to provide safe, sweet and erotic stimulus to your lover’s body parts – using your fingers, feathers, fabrics and other household items. Tickling is innocent and childlike yet can induce powerful orgasms. A surprising and highly entertaining read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Towards the end of foreplay, or earlier, if one is so inclined, the tongue should be used creatively and generously. All of the nerve endings that danced to the touch of your fingers will practically explode as the soft, pliant tongue traces the outlines of ecstasy upon ribs, knees and toes. And if the genitals are to experience any real tickling at all, it is most likely they will do so at the teasing insistence of the tongue. The Germans, avid devotees of sexual pleasure, call the clitoris ‘Kitzler’, which in their language means “tickler”. This should be a reminder that the clitoris usually responds best to a light touch rather than ham-handed rubbing”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EqKDgTPOI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/g-NALWOpUvI/s1600-h/betania+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-2786732413625585275?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/2786732413625585275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=2786732413625585275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2786732413625585275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2786732413625585275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-very-interesting-x-mas-present.html' title='My very interesting x-mas present'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ErSDgTPSI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Z7mdXMAFmis/s72-c/betania+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-6092906518177334031</id><published>2008-01-06T15:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:41.413Z</updated><title type='text'>Little ways I am finding to be in touch with my sensuality in the middle of a lowdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EkNzgTPKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hJG6EkE3fmY/s1600-h/sweet.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since September I felt my self-esteem had gone down the hill a little bit. The reason: my hair had been damaged. Even a Tricologist (someone specialized in damaged hair) could not pin point the cause of the damage. Her solution and of two hairdressers were for me to cut my hair, as it was pronounced 'dead'. 'Your hair is dead'. I tried all that I could first of all in the hope of some resurrection to no avail. So, finally on Wed the 2nd I had my hair cut - short, very short. Since them I have been in the morning process. I tried to avoid looking into mirrors, as my bedroom is filled with them, but my friend suggested I looked even more to find different ways to use it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4Ec5jgTPJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w84GtUhjOAs/s1600-h/scissors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152431223797398674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4Ec5jgTPJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w84GtUhjOAs/s320/scissors.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, while I was feeling upset about my hair, I kept in one way or the other, to be in touch with my sensual side, to bring it back to life. they were small things here and there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EcrjgTPII/AAAAAAAAAEg/_LLbCnyzBkM/s1600-h/weit.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152430983279230082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EcrjgTPII/AAAAAAAAAEg/_LLbCnyzBkM/s320/weit.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When exercising, lifting some weights, I would enjoy looking in the mirror and love each part of my body, especially the one that needed love the most: my tummy. I also enjoyed looking at my sweat dribbling down my forehead and feeling how warm it was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EcgzgTPHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XP5QflsHy_k/s1600-h/porn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152430798595636338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EcgzgTPHI/AAAAAAAAAEY/XP5QflsHy_k/s320/porn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I watched a bit of porn movies on my own...the rest... well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EcVzgTPGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7YZ2le4AcE8/s1600-h/meal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152430609617075298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EcVzgTPGI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7YZ2le4AcE8/s320/meal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would cook myself a lovely meal and really feel the taste of it. Enjoying my mouth watering beforehand and tasting each spoonful with gusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EYnTgTPFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sodZZjIMBSA/s1600-h/knickers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152426512218274898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="282" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EYnTgTPFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/sodZZjIMBSA/s320/knickers.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced around my bedroom wearing only a pair of white cotton knickers and felt very sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EYUjgTPEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xWLMXRX6la0/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152426190095727682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="279" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EYUjgTPEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xWLMXRX6la0/s320/friends.jpg" width="277" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt lonely one day and called two friends for a hug. one said maybe, the other said for sure. In the end both came. I was so pleased. A hug from a friend is worth millions. the 'She' friend went on holiday after; the 'He' friend stayed over and in the morning his lovely hands did a great work of art, which put the butterflies flying in my stomach - when I feel love for myself that is the way I feel: butterflies in my stomach.  Wow, nothing better than an orgasm in the morning without the need of full sex. That was enough to get me back on track and put a smile on my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152425721944292402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EX5TgTPDI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Q8hzXU3haus/s320/water.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed all my showers. The feeling of the water pouring on my skin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ETGTgTPBI/AAAAAAAAADo/yGqU70-Z5QA/s1600-h/Yogurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152420447724452882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ETGTgTPBI/AAAAAAAAADo/yGqU70-Z5QA/s320/Yogurt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate plenty of yogurt with my tongue: I put it in a small plastic pot and licked it as if I was licking the most delicious thing on earth. It is a fun way to taste yogurt like that , as for some reason the taste is different from eaten with a spoon - and it also strengthen the tongue to be used in other pleasures of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ES4TgTPAI/AAAAAAAAADg/DDThf8N_ero/s1600-h/rosecandle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152420207206284290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ES4TgTPAI/AAAAAAAAADg/DDThf8N_ero/s320/rosecandle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lighted a rose candle in my bedroom and inhaled the delicious smell. I also kept looking at the flames; there is so much you can see if you became quite for a moment looking at a candle flame, the forms it makes, and your imagination that runs wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ESxDgTO_I/AAAAAAAAADY/s37dDdx480Q/s1600-h/red+nails.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152420082652232690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ESxDgTO_I/AAAAAAAAADY/s37dDdx480Q/s320/red+nails.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a manicure and painted my nails red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ESpTgTO-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4MjDNtFL5OY/s1600-h/hugatree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152419949508246498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ESpTgTO-I/AAAAAAAAADQ/4MjDNtFL5OY/s320/hugatree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hugged a tree and made a wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EMOzgTO8I/AAAAAAAAADA/YRuSCYiD9Fw/s1600-h/Sensuality1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152412897171946434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EMOzgTO8I/AAAAAAAAADA/YRuSCYiD9Fw/s320/Sensuality1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dressed up with high heels. I worn a black long wig and a mask then I parade in front of mirrors while touching, smiling and playing with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EL7jgTO7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/AW7otJbCi3o/s1600-h/beauty_button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152412566459464626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4EL7jgTO7I/AAAAAAAAAC4/AW7otJbCi3o/s320/beauty_button.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Dead Sea Mineral Mud spread all over my body. As it needed to be warmed first I really felt turned on by the warmth of it. As it dried I could feel my skin being slightly squeezed. Then after 20 min of looking really 'dirty' my mind was also dirty, Then I laid in the bath enjoying the murky hot water taking the mud out of my skin. It really felt sensuous, bringing me into touch with myself. Remember, the skin is the biggest organ in the body and in my case extremely sensitive in all areas - don’t even try behind my knee. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ELfTgTO6I/AAAAAAAAACw/qR-JPc0V-ys/s1600-h/soak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152412081128160162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4ELfTgTO6I/AAAAAAAAACw/qR-JPc0V-ys/s320/soak.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One day I had a bath with aromatherapy oil for 1 1/2 hour. The last thing I had in mind was sex, but as my body became warmer and warmer with the hot water I could not help myself in touching my silky skin - the oil certainly helped with the 'silky'. When I saw I was already with that feeling of love and appreciation for myself. For me it feels like butterflies in my stomach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;... and...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...few other things more...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I went running on the 1st/Jan it felt good to feel the roundness of my bum, each step of my run would remind me of how much I appreciate it, and never mind the cellulites &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I dressed sexy for an event. It did turn out I was overdressed for it, and I changed it back to normal clothes. But at least I made the effort.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did a pedicure and while my foot were being touched I did not stop in any way the feeling of pleasure I was having. I could even feel an orgasm building up inside me. Obviously, I did not say anything to the lady, as it was nothing to do with her. It was simply to do with my sensuality, and having my feet touched in a soft way really makes feel good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a facial done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I meditate&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;....................Thus, all these little things are keeping me going. Hope to be back in full swing soon. Also hope you also find a way to be in touch with your sensuality, even if you are feeling a bit down. ....................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-6092906518177334031?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/6092906518177334031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=6092906518177334031&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6092906518177334031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/6092906518177334031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/little-ways-i-am-finding-to-be-in-touch.html' title='Little ways I am finding to be in touch with my sensuality in the middle of a lowdown'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R4Ec5jgTPJI/AAAAAAAAAEo/w84GtUhjOAs/s72-c/scissors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4174583302780203231</id><published>2008-01-05T19:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:41.566Z</updated><title type='text'>The Impossibility of Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3_bqjgTO5I/AAAAAAAAACo/kjyAyxsRe2Y/s1600-h/jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152078022866844562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3_bqjgTO5I/AAAAAAAAACo/kjyAyxsRe2Y/s400/jamie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist Name:&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Mccartney&lt;br /&gt;Year:&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;Medium:&lt;br /&gt;Bronze resin, sandstone plinth&lt;br /&gt;Dimensions:&lt;br /&gt;165cm high (life size)&lt;br /&gt;Artwork Description:&lt;br /&gt;The latest sculpture in my continuing exploration of Neo Surrealist themes. Her animated pose suggests she is involved in a passionate argument. Yet this is not possible, despite her body language. Her single breast and leg, narrow body and the lack of a head are disturbing to the eye, yet she remains strangely sexy. This dichotomy creates the power of the piece as your response to her as a woman, as a passionate woman, is at odds with her physiognomy. The Impossibility of Passion is a curious piece. One can only admire, never kiss, never talk to, never make love to. She is sexy, without sex. She is passionate but there is no possibility of passion with her. She is an enigma, a frustration, a freak. She prompts to consider the the impossibility of passion in our own lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have known Jamie for a while now and always liked his works. Now his Sculpture, The Impossibility of Passion is in the Saatchi Showdown this week and does stand a good chance of winning and ending up in the Saatchi gallery, based on a public vote which end this Monday the 7th/01/07. Please visit either the link below to vote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/showdown/index.php?showpic=107817"&gt;http://www.saatchi-gallery.co.uk/showdown/index.php?showpic=107817&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jamiemccartney.com/"&gt;www.jamiemccartney.com&lt;/a&gt;  here you can also know more about his work.  Well done Jamie!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The description of this work really represents  for me pure SENSUALITY IN TRANSITION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4174583302780203231?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4174583302780203231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4174583302780203231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4174583302780203231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4174583302780203231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2008/01/impossibility-of-passion.html' title='The Impossibility of Passion'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3_bqjgTO5I/AAAAAAAAACo/kjyAyxsRe2Y/s72-c/jamie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-4283732076097920694</id><published>2007-12-31T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:41.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Body Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3g5zTgTO4I/AAAAAAAAACg/S6Pr7UWF55Y/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149929727470025602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3g5zTgTO4I/AAAAAAAAACg/S6Pr7UWF55Y/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How we look causes an impact on how we feel. However, if we became to absorbed in how we look we will loose our ability to know how we feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just for today walk around naked in high heels shoes and feel how sexy you are. Just feel! Pay attention to your feelings. You will see how you look will follow your feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-4283732076097920694?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/4283732076097920694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=4283732076097920694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4283732076097920694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/4283732076097920694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/body-image.html' title='Body Image'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3g5zTgTO4I/AAAAAAAAACg/S6Pr7UWF55Y/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-1784407327194484833</id><published>2007-12-26T13:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:41.993Z</updated><title type='text'>MONEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3JXfjgTO3I/AAAAAAAAACY/xhWvyzxHEsI/s1600-h/money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148273523656178546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="338" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3JXfjgTO3I/AAAAAAAAACY/xhWvyzxHEsI/s400/money.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money does bring you pleasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be certain, though, that self-love and fingers running along hot points of your body will bring you a high amount of pleasure that no money can buy simply because it is priceless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-1784407327194484833?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/1784407327194484833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=1784407327194484833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1784407327194484833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1784407327194484833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/money.html' title='MONEY'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3JXfjgTO3I/AAAAAAAAACY/xhWvyzxHEsI/s72-c/money.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-1285086278940853871</id><published>2007-12-25T16:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:42.356Z</updated><title type='text'>LIPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3E0IDgTO2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XE3_9LogWo4/s1600-h/delicious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147953162045569890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="211" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3E0IDgTO2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XE3_9LogWo4/s400/delicious.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your tongue on a very slowly trip around your lips... Sense it. mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-1285086278940853871?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/1285086278940853871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=1285086278940853871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1285086278940853871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1285086278940853871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/take-your-tongue-on-very-slowly-trip.html' title='LIPS'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3E0IDgTO2I/AAAAAAAAACQ/XE3_9LogWo4/s72-c/delicious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-3826733282423264543</id><published>2007-12-25T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:42.448Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3ExPjgTO1I/AAAAAAAAACI/ezK79ajYv0I/s1600-h/ice+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147949992359705426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3ExPjgTO1I/AAAAAAAAACI/ezK79ajYv0I/s400/ice+lady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3ExGDgTO0I/AAAAAAAAACA/p3mfwrO_qBE/s1600-h/ice+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3EwfjgTOzI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iKfPOC9d3MA/s1600-h/ice+lady.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feel sensual, sexy and full of fake snow like the Ice Queen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy X-Mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Feel the coldness of the mirror; and how it gets warm after you have been lying on it for a while. Feel the soft touch of the fake fur around your neck. Notice how sexy your high heels shoes make you feel; feel the fake snow falling all over you. Feel it. Sense it. Then savour your body with the touch of your hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-3826733282423264543?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/3826733282423264543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=3826733282423264543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/3826733282423264543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/3826733282423264543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-christmas.html' title='HAPPY CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R3ExPjgTO1I/AAAAAAAAACI/ezK79ajYv0I/s72-c/ice+lady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-5531597090640639339</id><published>2007-12-23T22:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-23T22:45:45.077Z</updated><title type='text'>..................IMAGINE A WOMAN................</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a woman who believes it is right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And good she is a woman, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman who honours her experience and tells her stories, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who refuses to carry the sins of others within her body and life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a woman who believes she is good, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman who trusts and respects herself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who listens to her own needs and desires &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then meets them with tenderness and grace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a woman who believes she belongs to the world, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman who celebrates her own life; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is glad to be alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a woman who has acknowledged &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pasts influence on the present, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman who has walked through her past, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who has healed into the present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a woman in love with her own body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman who believes her body is enough just as it is, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who celebrates her body as a trustworthy companion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a woman who embraces her sexuality as her own, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman who delights in pleasuring herself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who experiences all of her erotic feelings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sensations without shame or guilt.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a woman who honours the face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of the goddess in her own changing face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman who celebrates the accumulation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of her years and her wisdom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who refuses to surrender &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Except to her truest self and to her wisest voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a woman who names her own gods, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman who imagines the Divine In her own image and likeness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who designs her own spirituality &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And allows it to inform her daily life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a woman who values the women in her life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A woman who sits in circles of women, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a shameless woman who is full of herself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A powerful woman who has awakened &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the truth about herself, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A courageous woman who has assumed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her rightful place beside men, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A wise woman whose beliefs about herself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Are reflected in her relationships. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledge yourself as this woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Author Unknown )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-5531597090640639339?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/5531597090640639339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=5531597090640639339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/5531597090640639339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/5531597090640639339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/imagine-woman.html' title='..................IMAGINE A WOMAN................'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-1211552957977627645</id><published>2007-12-17T01:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:42.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Sensuality Test - Abridged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R2XQsDgTOyI/AAAAAAAAABw/VkOJqSCyqI4/s1600-h/sensualitybottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144747604614265634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R2XQsDgTOyI/AAAAAAAAABw/VkOJqSCyqI4/s200/sensualitybottle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R2XQLjgTOxI/AAAAAAAAABo/4ECIfgbQBTQ/s1600-h/sensualitybottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How sensual you are plays a key role in both your sex life and your overall ability to derive pleasure from life. Thus, take your 'Sensuality Test' via the link below: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://discoveryhealth.queendom.com/sensuality_abridged_access.html"&gt;http://discoveryhealth.queendom.com/sensuality_abridged_access.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know what you think of your results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the result of mine: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Discovery Health Tools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="about"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;About Sensuality&lt;br /&gt;Sensuality is an acute awareness of what the senses perceive. This preoccupation or devotion to that which is smelled, felt, touched, heard, tasted, and seen has some bearing on how one experiences life. Studies have shown that people who are exceptionally sensual live for the moment and are not hung up on the future or the past. What is presently going on is enough to captures the sensual individual's full attention. This is an excellent recipe for happiness. Sensual people enjoy experience itself, basking in actual acts rather than rushing through them to get at some possible or imaginary end. In sum, sensual persons take advantage of what life has to offer, living everyday as if it were their last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="results"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Results of the Sensuality Test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensuality Index&lt;br /&gt;Your score = &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;71&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="analysis"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What does your score mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You seem to have found a balance between absolute asceticism and utter hedonism. You are able to appreciate and even lose yourself in the sights, smells, sounds, tastes, and feel of life. Nonetheless, you aren't totally pleasure-driven and you are able to keep your emotions balanced. You are able to stay focused and to persevere, even though you might be trudging through a particularly dull or insipid period of life. If you would like, you can intensify your sensual side by using your eyes, ears, nose, and fingertips to explore all of the stimuli that whirl around you at any given time. Walk through the park smelling the mown grass, absorbing the vast blueness of the sky, hearing the laughter of children, and the sound of your breath. You only have one life so just make sure that you are not missing out on some sensual pleasures of the moment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-1211552957977627645?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/1211552957977627645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=1211552957977627645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1211552957977627645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1211552957977627645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/sensuality-test-abridged.html' title='Sensuality Test - Abridged'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R2XQsDgTOyI/AAAAAAAAABw/VkOJqSCyqI4/s72-c/sensualitybottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-9140988203278180221</id><published>2007-12-16T23:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:38:02.604Z</updated><title type='text'>Big Time Sensuality - Bjork</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a name="Big Time Sensuality"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BIG TIME SENSUALITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I can sense it&lt;br /&gt;something importantis about to happen&lt;br /&gt;it's coming up&lt;br /&gt;It takes courage to enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;the hardcore &amp;amp; the gentle&lt;br /&gt;BIG TIME SENSUALITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just met&lt;br /&gt;and I know I'm a bit too intimate&lt;br /&gt;but something huge is coming up&lt;br /&gt;and we're both included&lt;br /&gt;It takes courage to enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;the hardcore &amp;amp; the gentle&lt;br /&gt;BIG TIME SENSUALITYI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know my future after this weekend&lt;br /&gt;- and I don't want to!&lt;br /&gt;It takes courage to enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;the hardcore &amp;amp; the gentle&lt;br /&gt;BIG TIME SENSUALITY'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardcore...and the gentle...BigTime Sensuality!&lt;br /&gt;It takes courage to enjoy the moment.You only live once people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enjoy it ....be daring, be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;And when she says in her lyrics ‘we both included’…&lt;br /&gt;It might as well mean ‘your and yourself’: it is your choice.&lt;br /&gt;Big Time Sensuality!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-9140988203278180221?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/9140988203278180221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=9140988203278180221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/9140988203278180221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/9140988203278180221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/big-time-sensuality-bjork.html' title='Big Time Sensuality - Bjork'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-2054097578181628358</id><published>2007-12-16T23:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:18:57.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Björk - Big Time Sensuality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/lmUKzR9Kh-A' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/lmUKzR9Kh-A'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-2054097578181628358?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/2054097578181628358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=2054097578181628358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2054097578181628358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2054097578181628358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/bjrk-big-time-sensuality.html' title='Björk - Big Time Sensuality'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-145663498110794379</id><published>2007-12-10T19:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:42.726Z</updated><title type='text'>Sexual &amp; Well-Being &amp; Happiness Education added to school Curriculum, I wish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R12Xph-15bI/AAAAAAAAABc/7JJe5O-Iv2U/s1600-h/ballon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R12XfR-15aI/AAAAAAAAABU/TUCwvpazgho/s1600-h/dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142432913185695138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R12XfR-15aI/AAAAAAAAABU/TUCwvpazgho/s320/dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For AIDS awareness day this Dress was created with 5,000 comdons. As well as a big red baloon in a comdon shape, hair style with comdons, you name it. It is good that some people are out there doing this great job. but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just wish, a loving and caring Sexual Education was taught at school (not only with a picture of a vagina and a penis showing how reproduction is done) but with all the caring side of it as well. I also would add to the curriculum a lesson in how well-being or how to be Happy. Like the one taught by this guy on this Happiness Project I went &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happiness.co.uk/Default2.asp"&gt;http://www.happiness.co.uk/Default2.asp&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When one is happy with one self and connected, self-awareness is open in all directions. And when a good sexual education takes part in our life we enjoy the best of what our body and mind have to offer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-145663498110794379?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/145663498110794379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=145663498110794379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/145663498110794379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/145663498110794379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/sexual-well-being-happiness-education.html' title='Sexual &amp; Well-Being &amp; Happiness Education added to school Curriculum, I wish!'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R12XfR-15aI/AAAAAAAAABU/TUCwvpazgho/s72-c/dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-3557271708291200479</id><published>2007-12-10T15:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:45.692Z</updated><title type='text'>Creating a new context for self-pleasuring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R11a_x-15ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/fcuflNA5rXs/s1600-h/milk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142366401322149266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R11a_x-15ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/fcuflNA5rXs/s320/milk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would like you to join me in creating a new context for self-pleasuring and sexual loving. I would like to hear from you exploring ways that brings more ecstasy into the love life with yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, love life with yourself. The most important love life is with you. The communication, the compromising the commitment we expect from someone else has to start with the relationship with ourselves. And the love life – the self-pleasuring – is a big part of it. Thus, how is your relationship? How do you explore it in a sensual way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a day of relationship with me it has to include at least some of these, if not all:&lt;br /&gt;Meditation; Or any other way to feel connected with my inner self, such as appreciate a flower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food; all types, as far as I am conscious of what I am eating and enjoying it I can include every thing on the menu. I feel the taste, the texture, how hot, how cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise; if nothing else, it helps with breathing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look in the mirror to say hello to myself; if I feel pretty or not, I still make an effort to give me a smile. I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to touch myself; even if it is just a soft touch on my face, showing me some love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude; for being able to express so much of my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-3557271708291200479?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/3557271708291200479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=3557271708291200479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/3557271708291200479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/3557271708291200479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/creating-new-context-for-self_10.html' title='Creating a new context for self-pleasuring'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R11a_x-15ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/fcuflNA5rXs/s72-c/milk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-5803739780729836746</id><published>2007-12-10T15:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T15:21:27.122Z</updated><title type='text'>Bad English - When I See You Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/ugTPZeo3Lps' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/ugTPZeo3Lps'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-5803739780729836746?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/5803739780729836746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=5803739780729836746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/5803739780729836746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/5803739780729836746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/bad-english-when-i-see-you-smile.html' title='Bad English - When I See You Smile'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-9217778181953227789</id><published>2007-12-10T13:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:34:45.987Z</updated><title type='text'>'Pigeon English', 'Pidgin English' or simply 'Bad English'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R11J5x-15WI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fv8GVXh-3q4/s1600-h/smile+camara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142347606545261922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" height="166" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R11J5x-15WI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fv8GVXh-3q4/s320/smile+camara.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R11JsB-15VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hWDnAbudD8Y/s1600-h/bad+english.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142347370322060626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R11JsB-15VI/AAAAAAAAAAo/hWDnAbudD8Y/s320/bad+english.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always wanted to write this blogger and I kept postponing due to my writing skill. I have panic when I am writing, even on my mother tongue. So, it is not as much about English skill but writing in general. However, I came to a point that I had to have the fear and do it anyway. And even now, doubts still come up with questions: can I do it? Do I really know what I am talking about? I know I do, but doubts will always be there, it how I will deal with it that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very recently, someone to whom I was sending e-mails described the written English as ‘pigeon English’. It did upset me a bit, since I am very conscious of it, and also I had a friend who is a good pedantic - she can correct misspelling English even with a book closed, correcting my first entries. As much as I appreciated it, I know I can not thing of it too much otherwise I will not write anything. Practice will show me the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guys, girls for that matter, my blogger will be a challenge for you. I will do my best. However, if there is text I entered in that was not clear enough for you, please do send me an email to clarify it. So, I will keep smiling and writing. See video by&lt;br /&gt;BAD ENGLISH – ‘When I see you smile’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugTPZeo3Lps"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ugTPZeo3Lps&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-9217778181953227789?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/9217778181953227789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=9217778181953227789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/9217778181953227789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/9217778181953227789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/pigeon-english-pidgin-english-or-simply.html' title='&apos;Pigeon English&apos;, &apos;Pidgin English&apos; or simply &apos;Bad English&apos;'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R11J5x-15WI/AAAAAAAAAAw/fv8GVXh-3q4/s72-c/smile+camara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-2738385102182227251</id><published>2007-12-06T13:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:00:56.209Z</updated><title type='text'>Please answer me these....</title><content type='html'>How do you feel in touch with you sensuality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you like to be more in touch with your sensuality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How easy is it for you to pleasure yourself on your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to have a boyfriend/girlfriend to have pleasure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-2738385102182227251?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/2738385102182227251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=2738385102182227251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2738385102182227251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2738385102182227251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/please-answer-me-these.html' title='Please answer me these....'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-2693516999652344411</id><published>2007-12-04T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:05:14.606Z</updated><title type='text'>The Seduction at Barbican</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This Monday night I went to Barbican Center to see the Exhibition mentioned earlier here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of single people there, maybe expecting to pull... and some couples, maybe expecting some eroticism/stimulation for when they arrived home... But, let me tell you that for anyone hoping for a turn on I am certain they will not be stimulated as much taking into account the material presented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tries to define the fine line between art and pornography, where one starts and the other ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main thing that anyone gain from this Exhibition is the assurance that as many generation of the 60's, 70's whatever (or even now with sex so easy to get on the wide numbers of Adult Web Sites) think that they/we invented sex or took it to a new level end up pretty much reminded that it has all been done before in all corners of the planet for aaaaaagggeeessss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three main 'arts' that called my attention were a beautifull oil painting from the 18th century with a woman laying down, with her dress lifted up as a big bird comes close to her vagina (or pussy) for the modern talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other was a little drawing from the 17th century with man in various phases of his life. each time he is shown chatting up a woman and a cartoon like ballon near his head shows at early life a violin (as he uses music to gain the woman) as time passes by the uses different tatics to gin this object of desire, with his penis always erect. However, by the time that he has lots of money (there is the bag of money marking 100 gold or something similar), it shows that his penis/cock can not get stiff anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the whole exhibition I was disappointed to see, considering it is art from the past 2,000 years that there were only 4 references to oral sex in woman (all the rest was oral sex performed on man or intercorse per si). One from the photo Porno Album of Ciciolina (famous for her porno movies in Italy). Two of these references were done by, bless him, Pablo Picasso (nao confuda a obra prima de Picasso, com a pica de aco do mestre de obras) with drawings/self-portrait and by KR Buxley’s “Requiem”, a give back to Warhol`s “Blowjob” with the difference that with 'Blowjob' the object (the man) hides behing a camara (this piece by Warhol was not on show by the way). Unlike him she doesn’t hide the object (the woman) behind the camera but is the object of the lens. Her face evokes the ecstasy. This is in part achieved by the film being accompanied by Faure`s 1888 requiem music. Then towards the end she looks down to her partner and thanks him, because obviously there is a man on his knees pleasuring her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-2693516999652344411?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/2693516999652344411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=2693516999652344411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2693516999652344411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/2693516999652344411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/seduction-at-barbican.html' title='The Seduction at Barbican'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-1904161049492712007</id><published>2007-12-02T12:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:05:44.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Seduction Lesson at Barbican</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dreaming of some sex in the city in these dark days? Then pack away all your inhibitions and head down to a major exhibition at Barbican Center called Seduced:Art and Sex from Antiquity to Now. &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/player/nol/newsid_7040000/newsid_7046000/7046076.stm?bw=bb&amp;amp;mp=wm&amp;amp;asb=1&amp;amp;news=1&amp;amp;bbcws=1"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/player/nol/newsid_7040000/newsid_7046000/7046076.stm?bw=bb&amp;amp;mp=wm&amp;amp;asb=1&amp;amp;news=1&amp;amp;bbcws=1&lt;/a&gt; watch the review of Seduced by BBC4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It explores representations of sex and seduction, of the carnal pleasures for the past 2,000 years. Due to the explicity content never shown in any gallery before only over 18's are allowed to see all it has to offer. They also have a range of program events. so check it out at &lt;a href="http://www.barbican.org.uk/artgallery/event-detail.asp?ID=5625"&gt;http://www.barbican.org.uk/artgallery/event-detail.asp?ID=5625&lt;/a&gt; Event ends 27 of January/08.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-1904161049492712007?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/1904161049492712007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=1904161049492712007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1904161049492712007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/1904161049492712007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/seduction-lesson-at-barbican.html' title='Seduction Lesson at Barbican'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-9102978740215448737</id><published>2007-12-01T23:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:06:06.705Z</updated><title type='text'>Busyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been 3 days now that my body is screaming for some attention. For my touch, for my own massage throughout my body, for the candle burning as a reflexion of my own fire, for a warm bath full of foam- not only a shower, for the running of my hands all over my hiddens parts... for the exctasy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ...what do I do? I became lost in the busy...ness of life. Or lack of management of my time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certanly have to make time for myself this Sunday. It is, in the end of the day, for my own pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-9102978740215448737?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/9102978740215448737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=9102978740215448737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/9102978740215448737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/9102978740215448737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/12/busyness.html' title='Busyness'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8669363439442089626.post-3636068695341604133</id><published>2007-11-30T01:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:06:53.459Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-discovery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sensuality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetishes'/><title type='text'>Sensuality and Self-Discovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From as far as I can remember the subject sex has been everywhere. However, the most important points of sensuality and the sexual experience with oneself - and with others for that matter - have not been discussed much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For few long years of my life . I did not like my body, I did not enjoy sex much, I would go out with a guy and expect him to know where all my hot points were - poor guys... .and always ended up frustrated. I did not have anyone to talk to. Yes, I did have but not to go about it in a more profound way. I could tell details of what I did with a guy, how often, the position,etc. but never about what made any act compelling, a turn on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I will be putting my thoughts on sensuality, not only sex, but the self-discovery via sensuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to learn to accept myself, my body and ALL my Fantasies. I developed an interest for everything about Sensuality/Sex and Self-discovery. This changed my life in a way that no therapist has ever done. Sexualiaty and Sensuality plays a big part in my life. Today, at the age of 33, still looking 28 at least, LOL, I see myself as a very centred, open minded person, and few friends urge me to be a sex guru. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, from past experience of talking about it I like to hear how much a chat has open the mind of some to discover themselves/fantasies. It makes me feel ever so pleased. I started some private consultation with non-friends recently and I will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am ever so curious to find out from the A-Z fetishes what turns someone on and why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is to feel sensual? What part sensuality plays in your life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8669363439442089626-3636068695341604133?l=sensualtransition.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/feeds/3636068695341604133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8669363439442089626&amp;postID=3636068695341604133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/3636068695341604133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8669363439442089626/posts/default/3636068695341604133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sensualtransition.blogspot.com/2007/11/sensuality-and-self-discovery.html' title='Sensuality and Self-Discovery'/><author><name>Be, London, UK</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_icB79tMdlM4/R09wU305K-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/W4yrxtncsS0/S220/nemi+006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
