I AM DIANA

I’m obsessed with intimacy.
Obsessed with attraction.
With sexual energy.

With poetry and Argentine Tango.
And I have spent my life teetering on the edge.

I AM DIANA

I’m obsessed with intimacy.
Obsessed with attraction.
With sexual energy.

With poetry and Argentine Tango.
And I have spent my life teetering on the edge.

I AM DIANA

I’m obsessed with intimacy.
Obsessed with attraction.
With sexual energy.

With poetry and Argentine Tango.
And I have spent my life
teetering on the edge.

I AM DIANA

I’m obsessed with intimacy.
Obsessed with attraction.
With sexual energy.

With poetry and Argentine Tango.
And I have spent my life
teetering on the edge.

THE ORIGINAL SIN

 

Since I were a young woman, I’ve been entwined with the creature of my sexuality.

 

Orgasm became my ally. I found myself dripping with the slightest impulse: sight, sound, or smell.  

 

These impressions bit me as real and as intensely as claws on my body. Masturbation was rare. Fantasy and memory became my sanctum of self pleasure. My body went into energy orgasms that lasted for hours, sometimes days and nights, when my lust sought to stay with me in my dreams. Every now and then a moan would escape my lips. I didn’t care. I was the master of my sexual self. And nothing could prevent me from cumming. Constantly. Uncontrollably.

BUT LITTLE DID I KNOW

 

With time, my heart folded in on itself, to greater depths. There was not just bliss, not just pleasure. Between my legs I found truth and gold. I pursued something different in my relationships. It was unconventional. It has made all the difference….

 

Buried in the depths of my body were the blueprints for the ‘orgasmic relationship’.

 

I didn’t do it consciously. It was something my body led me towards. It was a sexual outlet that kept me alive in a sea of barren, lifeless men and dried up women who were unable to feel the wetness in themselves. Everyone else around me didn’t have such a powerful, carnal anchor: they starved on love, and thirst for something more. More than empty sex and loneliness. And yet I was alone in an orgasmic sea. Here I began to search for men who could hold me when I erupt, the qualities that made me feel safe yet unsafe. The love and desire to go deeper into me than anyone dares to go and to flood me with his energy.

THE MISSING INGREDIENT

 

I am master of orgasm. But it wasn’t enough. Despite, or because of my voraciousness, I had trouble being met equally in a relationship. However satisfying, it never matched the intensity I felt and cultivated inside. I learned that I needed a man’s worship, playfulness, challenge.

 

But most importantly I needed to feel a flood of masculine sexual energy, a sea of love and overwhelming penetration.

 

And I needed to be able to let him in all the way.
No boundaries.
No inhibitions.
Free falling.
Receiving him with all of who he is.

 

Soul connection, constant sexual energy and surrendering to him was paramount to take myself even further into the depth of sensuality, love and femininity. And I needed men who were willing to walk this path with me to find themselves in all of this. I found myself through seduction, through sexual energy exchange, through love. And through soul deep sex.

 

How did men respond to this crazy energy? Many ran for the hills. Others didn’t know what to do with themselves. Or with me. But there are a few men who know exactly how to answer my call. A few who welcome me rubbing myself on them, who can withstand and thrive with the tension and the friction. So how could I inspire those who were afraid of this wild beast inside of me to step into their masculinity without holding back? How could I show men that this crazy bitch craves the disciplined rawness of men?

 

I learned that men have to do their initiations in men’s groups first before I challenge them to face my feminine insanity. To find their ground and their purpose, what they want to achieve in their lives and what they want to feel on a daily basis. It’s always a pleasure to guide a man even further into himself. To feel him implode into his essence and to expand his world. The world that has him do the things a woman drips for. To have him fuck and love her into oblivion. Deep. Controlled. Reaching so far inside that he penetrates her heart. And her brain along with it.

THE SOLUTIONS

 

After several relationships experiencing abandonment and unfuckedness I looked for solutions. No more love illiterates for me. No more bullshit from my side. I swore myself an oath that I’d make myself the master of whatever it took to end this misery of loneliness and lousy sex.

 

Deep inner work, sexual energy, energy orgasms, men’s energetic penetration and my feminine surrender is what makes me dance and glow. 

 

The emotional work was the hardest. Breaking through a belief system I have built based on crap experiences no longer served me. It took time but eventually I learned what it took to rewire myself and become the vulnerable, feminine version of myself. In turn men respond with hardness and a drive to give me what I silently ask for.

And this journey is far from over. It will continue for as long as I breathe. 

FROM BRAT TO TEMPTRESS

 

Learning the skills of seduction, polarity and intimacy helped a lot in getting closer to the men who were a bit like me.

 

But what was more important than any knowledge was the work I did within me, the emotions that changed from desperation to freedom.

 

The preparation for an eloquent barbarian, a man, who wouldn’t run, happened while practicing these disciplines. For this kind of man I needed to change inside. From the insecure brat to the woman who’s walking beside him in spite of a few fears. Cos…..fuck that!

The type of man I was after knows how to handle himself and and his fears and being honest about it. But I needed a platform to be seen by people. To be heard in my very own voice, my very own writing. It was important to me because this is the one way to learn about where and what I can improve. A steady flow of ideas, likes and dislikes and sympathy, attraction even. The internet and social settings became my study room, my bedroom, the lab.

AN IMPORTANT LESSON LEARNED

 

The use of relationships for change is essential. How else would I forge my soul if not with a living, breathing sparring partner…

 

Relationships, being in the mix, on the battlefield, between the sheets and close up and personal, is the best ground for growth.

 

Right there. In the zone. Nothing in between. As a love and lust and soul work apprentice. In my very own service. And that of the men in my life.

WHAT DRIVES ME TO DO THIS WORK

 

When I meet men and women I feel a painful distance between them and a fear to penetrate or to surrender. I see the same torment I went through and understand the pain of isolation and fear of stepping into a woman’s space, but also to let go of the barriers that hinder women from giving in to a man’s admiration, love and desire. But that’s not it alone. I want for men to be able to penetrate. To use their masculine energy to flood a woman into orgasmic surrender. I yearn to see men to step into their might and to have women erupt. I want for women to finally feel themselves erupt and being able to surrender to what their body and heart responds to.  

 

I want to raise the level sexuality in interactions men and women have with each other. It’s the juice of our existence.

 

My practices and experiments are the base of what I teach. And the experience of everything I learned and studied rounds it up.

 

If you want sexuality to be a major part in your interactions, if you seek to relate, connect, love and cum, from first contact to life long relationships, you’re in the right place. 


e’re always searching for meaningful, deeply felt interaction. We search for pleasure that grows roots deep into our souls and hearts and flesh. You’re invited to make this happen.