I found Yael Wolfe on this platform several months ago. Her sensual, honest, and firm take on her sexual self-discovery spoke to me. Yael reveals she’s in her 40s in her introductory article, and I am, too. It’s fascinating to me that many of us women embark on sexual journeys in middle age.
Yael has so many projects, publications, articles, and social media accounts that I suggest you read her About Me story linked above so you can choose which ones to follow. By the way, she’s been writing on Medium since 2019 and has 11.6k followers!
Have you ever painted your body? I’m not talking about face paint. I’m talking about your chest/breasts, butt, vagina, penis — all of your body…When I was a twenty-something undergraduate, I spent some time with art as my major. One of my classmates was an older (probably 30 or 40-year-old) man who seemed to be kind of piddling around in art classes. I soon discovered he painted bodies and with my natural curiosity, I asked him about it.
The challenge of writing an About Me story when you write under a pen name is you can’t reveal the whole story, but when do we really ever do that anyway?
Here, you get to know the side of me that’s less inhibited. I write about sexuality. I write erotica and fiction. I write poetry and humor. And, I write about art and creativity. I get turned on writing for you. And, I often get turned on reading what you write. It’s one of my happiest places.
I offer erotica on commission and you can read details here. …
She lazes with abandon
flower printed sheets
The dog days of summer
a long while
while the sun blazes
raises her eyelids earlier
earlier in the morning light
Light seeps through
space between curtain and glass
She yawns and peaks into another world
where frogs sing and leap
lizards scurry and skitter
She imagines herself outside
bare feet sinking in soft sandy soil
not knowing unknowing uknown
experience of humanity
leaps leaps leaps
She leaps from somewhere to somewhere
some abyss of quicksand
Over the weekend, I needed to take time away from writing, reading, and interacting much online and especially on this platform. I needed to prioritize family and getting out of my head a little bit. That meant publishing fewer stories over the past several days. It meant interacting less with other readers and writers. It meant I could’ve panicked as some of us do when we see our stats do this:
I remember being college-aged, bopping my head and singing along with India.Arie’s words while I played her song on the radio, turned up as loud as my speakers could handle.
I’d dare any onlookers to challenge my singing, my loudness, or India.Arie’s astute, empowering, body-loving “Video” lyrics. She was beautiful and I believed her when she told me I was beautiful. …
“We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, If This Isn’t Nice, What Is?: Advice for the Young
I love, love, love writing as a creative sexuality advocate. It’s so f*cking cool. It’s opened my life in ways I never anticipated. I didn’t anticipate ever writing about sexuality and art. Or erotica. Or sexuality in general. It’s freeing and feels amazing. I haven’t shared stats with you in a while, so I thought I’d do that today.
For those of you keeping count, this was my 21st week writing…
Dennis vetted me for months. I worked my ass off for him, hoping to make it to the upper echelon of becoming one of his prized submissives. In my wildest fantasies, he chose to collar and own me. He brought me into his home where I became his.
As I fingered myself, I recalled the time he had me fill a bucket with warm sudsy water, grab rags from under his kitchen sink, and mop his floor on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air. …