She was sitting in a classroom chair, ten feet away. I stared at her, mesmerized. I started to crawl across the rug towards her. When I got close enough to touch her, I nudged one of my knees under her leg, and then the other, slowly lifting her up. We were now sitting face-to-face, together in the chair.
It was a weekend-long sex and relationship coaching class and we were learning about female sexuality. More specifically, we were learning how to connect with and express our desire. It was an exercise I had already done several times before with other women, each of which had felt sweet and sisterly to me. Like we were there to witness to each other’s turned-on erotic self, but not to serve as erotic partners.Read More