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This last Bodysex workshop was different or maybe I was different. We'd been in Kansas for a week with only two days to get everything together once we got back but it just flowed...it seemed ordained.

Sleeping in the room where we hold the workshops is almost overwhelming. There's so much orgasmic energy in the space it can keep you up at night. As I laid on my bed listening to music it felt like the disappointments and frustration from the last ten years of my life slipped off my body. I wasn't defined by my relationship or my possessions. For the first time, I am defined by my truth and my passion.

I say it after every workshop but the women in this group were f*cking amazing. Any woman who finds her way to Betty's door is spectacular. Having fellow sex therapists and body workers sit in the circle makes you tingle because it's exactly what we want: we want women to hold their own bodysex workshops. We have this vision of a D&R section devoted to B

Bodysex workshops with listings for groups across the globe *sigh*

Genital show and tell is always the healing. You can see the tension and insecurity fade from women's faces. And Betty was in her element - at her best - which always makes my heart feel good. Just when I think that there's nothing left to learn, that I know what Betty's going to say next, she comes out with some pearl of wisdom that takes my breath away. It's why I love that f*cking woman. She's seen so much and her instincts are so sharp - I never stop learning.

Day 2 when we're about to start erotic recess my pussy starts to cream. My best orgasm is in the group. You're together but alone. You hear the sounds of orgasm...smell the scent of happy pussy...and get to watch women have authentic orgasms. I usually orgasm first and then ride the orgasm wave listening and watching the other women come. There were three women in the circle who had me going...coming...sweating...taking a break...going back for more.

We always finish with the pillow fuck because you get to roll up, straddle a pillow with your vibrator and watch the women orgasm. Seeing their bodies start to shake and their breasts giggle in ecstasy is hypnotic. I make no excuses - I watch and I comment. One of the women asked me to take a picture of her towel...it was the first time since she was 13 that she ejaculated and now there was no shame or embarrassment. It was beautiful.

There were so many amazing moments - so many pictures I wanted to take and share but, in the end, it's about creating a place where women feel safe to express themselves sexually. That's the part of the workshops that's addictive. Seeing women in their power - in their bodies - transforms me every time.

As we were hugging goodbye, one of the women shared that the workshop exceeded her expectations. Every workshop exceeds mine...and that's why I take those pictures of myself right before and after my orgasm - because it's my most beautiful moment. When I look back on my life as an old woman, I want to know that I lived my life to the fullest and had the grace to share that part of myself with the rest of the world.

Thank you
Clitty La Rue
Cloriece
Pussarella
Leftie
Mermaid
Roxie
Serfina
Maria