Click here for a very sweet, sexy video.
I've been working on a new website and blogging platform so things are going to get super sexy around here. Watch for it. Wildness is incredibly sexy to me. I married a whitewater kayaker. I live at 8,000 feet where there are more elk than people. And I blog about Sexy Owl Moments (SOM's) I've seen quite a few owls in the same stretch of river that inspired my first SOM post. But they always see me first. All I've caught is a retreating wing span floating over the river. No full body sensory orgasmic moments. Nothing worth blogging about. But a few weeks ago I got lucky. My hiking buddies, a pitbull and two labs, were hugging the frozen river bank as I navigated a game trail in my snowshoes. I paused to feel the rising sun on my face and marvel at their four-legged agility and contagious joy as they bashed through a tangle of willows. I wasn't the only one watching.  The small Great Horned owl was so busy keeping his eyes on the dogs that he didn't notice me standing less than fifteen feet away. He must have sense my elevated heart rate and quick intake of breath when I realized he wasn't just a thick cluster of willow branches, because as soon as my brain registered Owl, he turned his head my way.
My body swayed like seaweed on the ocean floor as I tried to get a better glimpse of him through the branches and he was doing the same and there was a second, one sexy second, where our eyes ~wide, searching and alert~ met. The flash of his wild yellow irises seared into the blue of mine and I felt his fire burn all the way to my toes and my god I live for moments like that. Sexy Prod: How about you? Have any sexy wild encounters to share? I’m reclaiming my sexy. Because I lost it there for a few weeks. This fall I gorged myself on new technology. I took an online class for writers on internet marketing and Google+ which inspired me start upgrading this blogging platform and design a C.C. Havens website. (Coming soon!) But then a few weeks ago, I pushed away from my computer, uncomfortably full, like I’d been at an all-you-can-eat seafood buffet. And this sweet, sensuous blog got swept away like a dinner mint with all the carnage of my techno binge. In its absence however, I realized its efficacy and necessity. Bottom line…  …this blog works for me. I’m feeling sexier already. Reason #2: I haven’t had any solo time at the cabin in a long time. And with each passing year I get a deeper understanding of this truth: This Cancer crab needs shell time. And with each passing year my man gets a deeper understanding of this truth: I am so much sexier when I get it. And this place is the ultimate shell. Laughter bubbled from my throat as I skied out to the cabin at sunset with elk meat and a laptop in my backpack knowing I’d have three nights to bask in the light of the waxing moon glowing off the snow; three mornings to meditate with the artistry of the sunrise; and three days to ski, do yoga and write. I got one photo before the battery on my phone started to die:  When I went to recharge, I realized I’d forgotten my phone charger which meant no texting, no phone calls, no e-mail, no painfully slow mobile hot spot internet connection.
And even more time for my reclamation. Sexy Prod: What do you do to reclaim your sexy? My favorite sexy science writer is at it again. This time he is writing about orgasms. I've blogged before about William J. Broad, the author of "The Science of Yoga: The Risks and Rewards", and his insights on the sexiness of yoga. In a recent New York Times article by Broad, cleverly entitled, "I'll Have What She's Thinking" after this iconic scene ...  ...Broad reports that scientists at Rutgers University are studying the neurophysiological basis of spontaneous orgasms, a type of autoeroticism seen mainly in women. But this isn't about faking it. In this article Broad writes about the study of 'energy orgasms' and how scientists are having female volunteers put their heads into giant machines and focus their attention on erotic fantasies. The scans reveal that the pleasure centers of their brains light up in a way indistinguishable from everyday orgasms. (I love that term). Broad writes: "But the research is also illuminating a plausible neurological basis for the long intermingling of sexuality and mysticism and, in particular the teachings of tantra which arose in medieval India as a path to spiritual ecstasy." "Perhaps more important, it illustrates how little we really know of human physiology." To which I would like to add: perhaps it illustrates how little we know about a woman's orgasmic potential and her ability to reach ecstatic states without a lover or a vibrator but through her mind. This aspect of women's sexuality fascinates me. I've had my own experiences of spontaneous orgasms on my meditation cushion and yoga mat and it does indeed feel mystical to get so deep into my practice that I can stroke my clitoris with the touch of my breath and ignite my G-spot with a thought.  So now you know the real reason why I am such a dedicated practitioner.
Researchers have long said that we only use about 10 percent of our brain and I'll believe it because that means there is a whole 90 percent, brimming with ecstatic potential, just waiting to be explored. Meditation retreat anyone? I have a lot more to say about this topic which is evident by the essays I've been drafting lately for my memoir. So... more to come, so to speak, on this topic. Sexy Link: Click here to read the full New York Times article by Broad. Sexy Ritual. I love the way those two words go together and the idea of using simple ceremony or tradition as a means of engaging more sensually with life. The first morning my man and I woke up together, he brought me a cup of coffee in bed. This, of course, was grounds for marriage. I was so touched that I drank it which was totally reckless since I get wired off a cup of decaffeinated green tea. Let's just say I found a way to channel the buzz and eleven years later Coffee In Bed is still one of our favorite rituals. I encourage you to try it whether you are single or in a relationship because either way, there is something completely decadent and loving about crawling back into bed with your morning coffee or tea. Besides, testosterone levels are highest in the morning and why let that bit of biochemistry go to waste? A few suggestions: If you are flying solo: Allow this to be a potent self love ritual. Savor every sip. Drape your sexy self in some lingerie. Massage lotion into your skin. Indulge in some great reading material (like the Blog Me Sexy archives). Fantasize. If you are with a lover: Forego the sexy underwear and sip naked. Entangle your legs. Light candles. Be sure and keep your conversations focused on sensual things. Share your dreams from the night before, especially sex dreams. Read erotica or this blog to each other. Talk about what you are going to have for breakfast, anything really but work, bills or life issues. And between sips, press your warms lips together and let those coffee-flavored tongues dance.  Sexy Prod:
I met a couple a few years ago that had a ritual of sharing a bottle of champagne each month on the full moon. What about you? Any sexy rituals to share?  And the peaks get dusted like this:  I know I’m in for a few weeks of foreplay.
Because as soon as the first hard frost hits (last week for me), the hot sun, bugs and pollen get turned off. And I get so turned on. I get turned on by the darker mornings when I can luxuriate in my yoga practice for over an hour and still catch the sunrise when I go out for a run. I get turned on by the sight of our freezer stuffed with packages of fresh elk. (If you've been reading this blog you already now about the sexiness of elk meat.) I get turned on by the sound of a bull elk bugling at dawn, knowing that the tag is filled and I’m the only one in my hunter’s sights. I get turned on by the heavy fragrance of pine filling my head as we fill the back of the truck with firewood. I get turned on by a glass of red wine, warm on my lips, as the setting sun spews pink lava all over the sky. I get turned on by the menthol-like sensation of a twilight breeze on my back as I float above my man in the hot tub. I get so turned on by the sound of the aspen leaves quaking like rice paper castinettes that I have to lie flat on the earth and absorb it. One windy day and that sexy percussive will be gone until next spring. I could go on and on but I think you may be coming to the same conclusion as me. Maybe I’m autumn sexy too. Sexy Prod: What's turning you on this fall? When you think of sexy hips you may envision something like this:  Or maybe this:  This week In Colorado when it rained like Oregon, I spotted these wet, voluptuous beauties in the woods by our cabin:  I've never, in the thirty years I've lived in Colorado, seen such big, luscious Rose hips. Considering their high Vitamin C content and the fact that they started out this summer looking like this:  I've determined that they, too, are very sexy hips.
Sexy Prod: I just learned I can make a marmalade with my Rose hips. Any other ideas? I was in premiere skinny dipping territory recently.  And I'm not the only one who thinks so. The National Park Service felt compelled to post this sign:  After last month's trip to Esalen when I got to indulge fully in my passion for being naked outside in water, I felt a little tortured by the rules. But I was with my nieces and nephews and hundreds of other families so I KEPT MY BIKINI ON ... ...until the sun went down and the full moon rose and I woke at 3 am to her reflection rippling like yellow silk on the water. I saw my opportunity and seized it. I rolled out of bed and within minutes I was on the dock lowering my naked self into the thigh-deep water. As I waded deeper, the lake enveloped my pelvis while the moonlight caressed the pale skin of my torso and I had one of those full body sensory orgasms I like to write about in this blog. But the most sensuous part of my full moon skinny was this: As my arms moved rhythmically in front of me in a breast stroke, I felt like I was moving through liquid glass and the sound ... my god the sound...it was so incongruously beautiful, like shards of glass breaking, as if the lake herself was laughing in a high clear voice. I joined her.  Sexy Prod:
Tell me about your most memorable skinny dipping adventure. | 
AuthorC.C. Havens loves champagne, the powdery kind that flutters between her thighs when she skis the backcountry and the bubbly kind that tickles her lips and tongue. Contact her at cchavens@gmail.com 
ArchivesJanuary 2014 CategoriesAll |
RSS Feed