Hey guys! 🙌🏽
My name is GF and I started blogging in February and I am in the process of setting up my own Healing Touch Therapy business.
I am very excited to part of Vocal and I look forward to interacting with you all
The Boy at the Gym
He’s young though and his girlfriend is permanently attached to him. It appears I am having my Mrs Robinson moment. Leave the poor boy alone, I say to myself. As I continue with my cool down on the stretch area of the gym I sense I am being watched. As I lift my head up from the cobra pose I see The Boy looking at me with lust in his baby blues. I stare back but with a blank expression on my face not wanting to give away my true thoughts and desires for this Boy (with the girlfriend in tow). I very seductively go into the downward dog pose and smile to myself.
My Night with The King!
As this perfectly handsome man transpires from the escalator into my world, he appeared like the male Phoenix from the Ashes, and my beating heart ceases. He is no ordinary man. This Alpha would have been better placed on Mount Olympus, peering down on us mere mortals. An image comes to mind of Zeus occasionally sending thunderbolts hurtling to Earth to remind mankind of his power. He approaches, and my physiology kicks in with a renewed force, and my heart beats once again.
Sex! Stigma! Shame!
Could the above picture be the reason why sometimes these words are associated with each other? I remember when I was younger, and was sat watching TV with my parents, and my niece who is seven years my junior (Hi Sam), and a sex scene would come on during the film or programme. Sam and I would look at each other with a mix of sheer embarrassment and wonder, as in I wonder what Dad is gonna do now? I can still feel the heat in my cheeks as I remember.