My name is Carol and I LOVE SEX! Not just any old sex. I’m talking about conscious sex—the type of sex that allows you to travel across all space, time, and dimensions, in deep devotion to pleasure. The kind of sex that engages your mind, body, energetic body, and soul all at once. Sex that rocks, moves, and shakes you to your very core. Sex that leaves your entire being aching for more: more expansion, more bliss, more connection, and more of everything that is delicious, juicy, and electrifying. Best of all, sometimes you don’t even have to remove your clothes—but often, out of pure desire, you will. Desire for experience, for love, for joy, for passion, and for life itself!
If you had asked me about sex around eight years ago, I would have said I wasn’t really bothered by it. I didn’t enjoy sex at all. I thought I was “just not wired” for it. Despite previous experiences, I had my first partnered orgasm at the age of 27—and I was blown away. So that’s how it’s supposed to feel? Little did I know that moment was just a tiny body sneeze compared to the ecstatic pleasure that awaited me.
My experience with sexual intimacy spanned all varieties. You could say I was a cock detective. I prided myself on giving cock an unforgettable experience. “My blowjobs will ruin you for other women,” I’d say with a cheeky grin—and I meant it. I understood the art of giving pleasure. But I felt doomed to be a cum receptacle with little hope of receiving female pleasure in return—and that did not spark desire in me at all.
Once in a long-term relationship, I’d often drink enough to roll over and give in to my partner’s “needs.” Because that is what “good girls” do: lie there, disengage from your body, think about chores, feed the dog, tick off your to-do list, moan and groan through it, and end it with a fake orgasm to protect his ego. The mantra “if you don’t give it to him at home, he will go somewhere else” always rang in the back of my mind.
I thought my disinterest in sex stemmed from sexual trauma. I felt broken, defective even. No one talks about this. Sex is taboo. It’s dirty and sinful, and children learn about it from peers and porn. Boys are often taught to drill into a panting, screaming pussy with minimal respect or connection. Girls are taught to receive whatever he dishes out, often sacrificing their dignity and self-worth. Is it any wonder we get intimacy so wrong? What if girls learned about their sacred power, and boys learned the art of conscious, mindful lovemaking?
Love should be enough, right? But when something so sacred feels like work, a duty, or a checklist, you can’t fully experience it. And I promise you: if it feels that way, you are doing it wrong.
I thought that was my sex life—until I met “the Conscious Cock.” A masculine presence so divine and safe that my inner Goddess awakened fully, demanding more. A man devoted to my pleasure and this magical dance we get to play in. I had no choice but to surrender and receive everything on offer, with open curiosity for what else is possible.
Today, I live a life of deep devotion: to myself, my growth, my needs, desires, joy, passion, and purpose. This allows me to live in deep devotion to my partner—his needs, his passions, and his desires. Together, we create and experience unexplainable things: magical, earth-shattering, soul-consuming, toe-curling, juicy, expansive bliss. This caliber of man gives you the freedom to connect fully with your divine feminine, to see and feel yourself like never before, and to transform your world entirely.
