Jane AsplinWisdom | Compassion | Sharing

HI there,

They are a revelation, they are a delight, they are also beautifully addictive.

I am of course talking about the  trilogy of erotic novels written so well by Londoner – EL James, a woman, a mother and a storyteller of skill.

When I first heard about these books I was a little skeptical then I thought, if these books are getting couples re-interested or even talking about sex, if they are getting women out of  their comfort zones and thinking well then I gotta get me some of that.

The first one arrived and I devoured it, much like Christian devoured Ana. I loved it, the points of connection/attraction reflected my own, it was a full sensory attraction.

He appealed to her intellect ( I say it again MEN – stimulate my mind and you got me)

He knew what he wanted – None of those ‘I don’t know, what do you want to do” conversations.

He took charge in the bedroom  to ensure they both got pleasure – BOTH!!! Gasp!

O the Orgasms- cataclysmic, earth shattering and for the Love of God where can I get me one of them!

Now I didn’t know much about BDSM, apart from the odd flutter with a partner from years back but what I read was…shall we say.. interesting? Parts I definitely want to try – others eeek, not for me.

I learned that I have hard limits! Wow, I never knew. Thanks Ms James

I realised I still have things I want to experience sexually. Oh Ms James – what have you done?

By the second and third books I was utterly hooked, totally invested in what happened to the characters and oh so sad when I read the last chapter – what next?

It has opened up a whole new set of posts yet to be written as I have gone into serious research mode.

Please Ms James – tell me you are busy writing some more…? I and I’m sure many others are sitting here waiting waiting….

What a delight, to have intelligent, sexy and erotic literature that has got the world looking at what goes on in their bedrooms,playrooms and relationships.

Bravo Ms James Bravo!

Hi

Per my earlier post on my 50th year I am now ready to share what I hope is a bloody good belly laugh with you. Get the kettle on girls and boys, it’s a good ‘un.

I got it into my head that I wanted to learn the art of Burlesque, the tease. Fun and frolics – what better for my year of experiencing new things.

Living through my 8th Perth summer you would think I might have timed it better……My first lesson began at the beginning of February when the temperatures were around 38 Celsius at 8pm when the classes started it might have dropped to around 30.

There were about 10 women in the class and we each introduced ourselves and said why we were there. Turns out I was the oldest and when I shared my mantra for the year “Fuck it I’m 50″ I got a rather nice round of applause.

Without further ado – we were straight into it, here’s a run down:

Week One

OK girls grab a chair from the back of the room! Which we did. we then proceeded to gyrate, throw our legs in places mine had not been since my son was conceived!!! We straddled it, stood on it and splayed out our legs on it… with our bums tucked at the bottom of the chair seat we even wrapped our legs over it. Somehow, God was smiling on me at this stage I think,  I managed to do all of that. I was sweating profusely by the end of the class and had gone way beyond red faced to a sort of purple breathless – in need of a defibrillator- heap!

The rest of the class was pale by comparison, walking to a particular musical number and doing the bottom pout, you know where you half bend and stick your bum out pertly – well at 50 ‘pert’ is a distant memory…..However I tried

You know it – woke up the next day and could not move – could   NOT    move. Let me say it again COULD NOT MOVE

It took approximately 3 days before I could move freely again, just enough time for my internal 30 year old mind to convinve my 50 year old body – Go for IT! Oh Dear…….so on we go to:

Week Two

Yes this was the 40+ temp week and I rocked up for week two’s lesson already hot and bothered. Week two was all about the floor, swishing legs and resting back on your forearms and sort of cycling your legs provocatively, well I tried to look provocative, I think it ended up more like, apopletic, hot sweaty and slippery, at one stage my arms were so wet I kept slipping on the floor, which roughly translated to  my not being able to hold my legs up for long enough (as the actress said to the Bishop -boom tish! ) So a supposed provocative cycle and knee bending circle ending up looking like a  fish that has just been tossed into the back of the boat!

As I left I felt really sore, I knew I was going to pay for it later….and yep right again Jane!

At the chiropractor a few days later….after he had adjusted my back, neck, arms, shoulders and yes, even my thumb I was reconsidering my decision on Burlesque, it was clearly trying to kill me!

After a sheepish email to the teacher I have deferred class until :

a) the temperature is low enough to not melt the tyres on the car

b) I finally learn to do things to MY level of ability which may not match the class and that’s OK.

Hopefully I can complete very soon, yep that’s it – Burlesque or Bust baby!!

I drew a card today that is very appropriate for me today, don;t you love it when that happens. Its like you are being told what you secretly know inside but are a little unsure to say out loud!

The card in question is the Queen of Pentacles, pentacles, or coins as some people prefer to call them, represent money.  This Queen is all about providing for others, often at the cost of themselves. In this day and age, Super Mum would totally identify with this Queen.

You know those women who have rosters on the fridge for lunches and wehre the kids have to be, works in the home and at an office, cooks up a storm and keeps on top of everything – except her own needs. this can and often leads to burn out and if left unattended to for too long, resentment.

When I see this card in a reading I know I am dealing with a nurturing, caring and compassionate soul, I just need to remind her to put herself on her list of ‘things to do’. She is a great and supportive friend, there is a sensuousness to her as well. What’s not to love about the Queen of Pentacles

Why was it a gift for me to see it today? Made me realise that I have been neglecting myself recently so today I did the opposite. I looked after myself and boy do I feel better for it!

Gotta love tarot..