Monday, 8 January 2018

How to (ad)venture into your forties - and beyond.

It’s super hot in Sydney today. It’s flirty, floaty fashion weather. It’s petite, sweet, strappy footwear weather. So I’ve done what any sane, rational, self-possessed, busy, juggling 40-something woman must do on a day like this…

I’ve just spent a solid 45 minutes browsing a shoe website for a wedge sandal that will conceal the bunion on my right foot. Why do we do this crap? Shouldn’t I be proud of my feet? They help me stand upright, they look great in cashmere bedsocks and silver nail polish (not necessarily at the same time), yes, a little fur may sprout quite prolifically on each big toe, but so what? Who’s judging? Who cares? So what if I can't show off my full foot in any gladiatorial style sandals, or those sexy, nearly nude flatties with the spray of rhinestones positioned just so… you know the ones where you might as well be barefoot?

Why do we - even the wizened 40-something sass bomb my friends (and husband) tell me I am - why do we care about such mind-numbing trivia?

It’s because of… The. Big. Fat. Lie.

The lie society tells women over ‘a certain age’ (a phrase I’ve come to loathe now that I am one), the lie that we are not enough; not pert, collagen-rich, happy, slim, tall, monied, hairless, sexy enough.

Well, I say, enough.

The amazing women at Aphrodisiac Male Escorts have asked me to write a little something for you, their equally amazing community of women about, sexuality.

So, what, I hear you ask, does a bunion rant have to do with one’s sexuality? Everything.

If your sexuality is the juice that energises… the creative force that makes you, you… the dynamism, the sensuality, the fire, the colour, the joy, the glory that hollers, kicks and shrieks to be noticed by the world, your lovers, your family, your friends, you… then, feeling inferior because of a supposedly unsightly bone on the side of your foot totally undermines this force and ultimately, you.

It’s true. As we age, our imperfections reign supreme. Stuff starts to sag. Dry up. Drop. Deflate. Jut out. And so the bazillion dollar beauty industry is ready to save our erstwhile wrinkle-free butts - assuming your derriere has any lines of note.

But I digress.

Stroll up to to your garden variety beauty counter and you’ll be assaulted by countless euphemisms for ‘anti-ageing’… Age defying, ageless, uplift, deep wrinkle filler, repair volu-firm, correction, age repair, custom repair and my personal favourite, anti-gravity.

Quite how the earth’s gravitational pull started to play a role in lifting our jowls, is beyond me. But it’s in the packaging and all we can do is take it with a vat of salt because ultimately the message is a little sinister…

…that ageing is bad and only pert is good. We’re also fed the other fib that older isn’t necessarily better - maybe wiser sure, but… Sexier? More desirable? A head for business and a body for…head? …with enough intellectual and emotional firepower that can decimate a dozen or so entitled twenty somethings with a single barb? No, no, no and no.

And yet there is treasure in them hills - and yours.

The other day, while sitting at the traffic lights, I spotted a 40-something woman who truly personified this treasure. She was wearing loud, high-waisted, geometric-patterned capri pants teamed with a denim shirt tucked firmly into the waistband and a pair of metallic rose gold ankle boots. Her generous curves were so tightly wrapped in those unforgiving capris. But they forgave her everything because she wore the clothes - not the other way around; her stance a breathtaking ‘fuck you, this is me’. And she was spectacular.

When the lights changed for her to cross, she thrust her chest forward and walked with long, confident strides. She carried herself with such a fierce slutzpah* you couldn’t help but stare. Such audacious style is the stuff of real inspiration for us - for any woman at any age, actually. This is what we need to be emulating as we (ad)venture beyond 40.

A woman with slutzpah is so comfortable with her sexuality she doesn’t just walk through life, she struts with an unabashed confidence in her body, her smarts, her heart and yes, her clitoris. But she’s no superwoman - and that’s the point.

A woman with slutzpah is empowered not only in spite of her vulnerabilities - but because of them. She’s more comfortable than most with her sags and imperfections.

The bottom line is this…

Why should we bust our bunions to be eye candy - when we can be soul food?

Phyllis Foundis a writer, producer and award winning TV presenter juggling her marriage, sons and vibrators - occasionally she drops one. She’s written a book about female sexuality post-40 called, The Joy of Sags. Order yours here! 

Feel the Joy of Sags here, now. Order your e-copy of Phyllis’ sexy, sassy read here

* A term I’ve coined - and which you’ll read a lot about in my book, The Joy of Sags. The word marries that wonderful Yiddish word, chutzpah which means extreme self confidence or audacity together with that much maligned term, slut.


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Monday, 14 August 2017

There’s a First Time for Everything

After scores of lackluster dates, and a ten-year dry spell, this independent Amazon decided to take her love life into her own hands. Or rather, turn herself over to someone else’s… This story caught our eye because it dispels three persistent myths. The first is that a desirable woman is spoiled for perfect sexual offers just because she has a phone full of unrequested dick pics. Second, that will encounter judgment for choosing to pay for the perfect encounter. And most important, the one drilled into all the “good girls” from childhood, that we have to know and be in love with a man to open ourselves up to him sexually. The other hotel guests soon heard differently…

Monday, 26 June 2017

Saying 'No' can be the Ultimate Act of Self- care.

When you have hired a glorious male escort, how could it be an act of empowerment to then say “no?” For Nicole in Melbourne, our second blog contest winner, the answer was clear. After six years of no sex, and little even in the way of physical touch, she honored the inner voice telling her to slow down. Of course our gentleman was able to unconditionally respect her wishes and boundaries, which ultimately led to the encounter(s) of a lifetime… 


I can’t tell you what finally prompted me to enter ‘Male Escorts Melbourne’ into a Google search late one night, but suffice to say there was wine involved. 

I’m a professional single woman in my early 30’s (*cough* okay, I’m 40) living in inner city Melbourne. In my actual early 30s, I decided after a borderline traumatic experience that I wasn’t going to have sex with a guy again unless I knew him, had spent time with him, and I liked him (i.e. no more one-nighters with assholes). Fast forward 6 years later and no sex. No kissing. No touching. Nothing. Turns out the ‘having standards’ thing was a really bad idea. 

Over the years, I completely gave up, shut down that part of me and never really thought about sex or men. There might have been nice men around, but I wouldn’t have even seen them. I’ve had some bad ideas in my time, (including a cringe worthy incident involving a guy and his fetish for pool toys) however contacting the ladies at Aphrodisiac Male Escorts was certainly one of my better ideas! 

When the big day arrived, I had been waxed, shaved, scrubbed, painted, plucked and moisturised to within an inch of my life. At least I’d feel a little confidence in being well groomed if nothing else! I’d booked a room at a hotel in the city for the occasion. When we made it upstairs, nervous doesn’t begin to describe how I felt. Sitting on the edge of the bed he reached his hand over to gently rub my back and I flinched. Hard. Not like a small one you might not notice, it was practically a jump. I physically recoiled from this beautiful man, simply because I had barely been touched by another human being in over 6 years and I was not at all used to it. 

I relaxed enough after a little while to begin to enjoy the closeness of being in his arms, his warm body pressed against mine. The divine smell of his neck and being held and kissed. That I could enjoy this with a man I’d just met was a minor miracle, though he was very sweet, so that certainly made it easier to feel comfortable. We were kissing on the bed, wrapped in each other’s arms and he started to run his hand up my thigh. I freaked out!! That was way too much for me at that point even though having sex was 100% my intention when I made the booking. I stopped his hand, said no, and we returned to kissing. 

The significance for me in that moment was huge. For the first time ever I refused to do something I wasn’t comfortable doing because I didn’t want to. I have a pretty bad history of engaging in some unpleasant (for me) pleasing activities (for him). The old ‘pre-therapy’ me would have had sex regardless of how I felt because if I please him he might like me, and surely that must mean I’m something good... right? To show myself and my feelings that level of respect finally, was one of the kindest things I’d done for myself up until that point. We were not intimate that evening. Actually I take that back. We did not have sex, but it certainly felt very intimate for me. The next time however… well, that’s between him and I! 

I’ve seen him 6 or 7 times now and for the first time in a long time, I feel so completely alive. Physically, spiritually, in every way possible. I feel completely free of the colossal amount of emotional baggage I’d been dragging around with me for the better part of a decade. I feel open and excited about what is coming next, and about all of the naughty things I now want to try and experience. I also feel incredibly feminine, beautiful and sexy! It’s in no small part to the understanding, patience, acceptance and gorgeous passion this man has shown me. My friends and family have noticed the change in me, so to a select few he is my mysterious Mr X! And I love having my little secret too! To feel strong enough, and safe enough to be extremely vulnerable is incredibly liberating and I’m very thankful. 

Now I’m not suggesting that everyone will have such a transforming experience, but the point is you owe it to yourself to find out what exciting, erotic or deeply passionate encounter could be in store for you! If you’re reading this you are more than likely curious. 

Summon up the courage and give yourself the best gift you’ve ever received. I can promise you one thing – you will discover something about yourself one way or another that you thought you’d lost long ago, or maybe never even realised was in you. And surely that’s an amazing thing!                                                   


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1300 132 855 anytime if you are ready to create your own story too.  

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Sunday, 28 May 2017

A Night to be Anticipated, Savoured and Remembered.

Dear Aphrodite would like to thank each and everyone of you who took the time to submit an entry for our writing contest in April.

To say we are chuffed and humbled by the outpouring of love would be an understatement of huge proportions! We were inundated with so many entries; all creative, authentic and even raw, that we struggled to pick just 1 winner. So... we've picked 3!

Please do enjoy the first winning entry by Catherine, Melbourne: 


Have you ever felt that exhilarating terrifying anticipation as a rollercoaster hauls up the long incline before the wild ride begins? That was how I felt as I rode the lift down to the hotel foyer...

My decision to contact Aphrodisiac Male Escorts arose from a long and painful period in my life; an unhappy marriage had been followed by a cruelly broken relationship during which I had discovered the true joy of sensual love but had been left emotionally shattered. Having grieved for long enough, I took action as a declaration of independence and pride in myself, by giving myself the gift of pleasure.

My only knowledge of male escorts had come from the movie “The Wedding Date” and articles in the press. Searching, I found Aphrodisiac online. I was intrigued and tantalised by their website, offering a sophisticated and discrete service, run by women for women. The proprietors, Anna and Regina, were persuasive; assuring me any concerns I had were normal, I was confident I could enjoy myself. Under their guidance, and being truthful with them about what I wanted from the experience, I chose my companion. The business details were managed well and quickly.

A few weeks later I took a weekend in the city just for me. I waited in my hotel room for the text message saying HE had arrived downstairs…
As I read the SMS my mouth went dry, but I grabbed my room key, waited breathlessly for the lift and, having reached the ground floor, stepped out to see HIM, relaxed and leaning against the wall, telephone in hand…WINSTON.

Tipping my head up to see his face, I was surprised and captivated. He was tall and slim, described as athletic, with close-cropped dark hair, dark skin, a short beard around his jaw but no moustache, smiling dark brown eyes with long curled lashes, and a dazzling white smile in a long face with an aristocratic nose. He had a beautiful physique and he was handsome, but he looked so young I was suddenly aware of the age difference between us and caught my breath. Looking up and smiling, he said my name. “Winston,” I replied, smiling and putting out my hand. He leant forward and kissed me fleetingly on the lips. As we headed to our floor we made small talk while I fought off an urge to hurl myself at him and kiss him on the mouth.

Closing the door on the real world I kicked off my shoes and offered him a beer, which he accepted as I was having a drink too. Nervous, I sat at the table and we talked a little about our lives. Reading the situation, he stated that tonight was about me, and what I wanted. Moving his chair forward while we spoke, he picked up my feet, rested them on his thighs, and massaged my toes, which I adored. With a mischievous sparkle, he pulled my toes towards his crotch until they touched. My reaction must have told him everything. He was irresistible. I moved towards him. He pulled me into his lap. In that moment I worried about everything I perceived as wrong with my life-worn body, with its stretch marks, flab and wrinkles, but it was as if he saw none of that.

He laughed, picked me up bodily and, with my legs wrapped around his gorgeous body, we landed on the bed, him on top, kissing me furiously, his tongue everywhere. Gasping and laughing with delight I responded and I felt his erection grinding into me. Suddenly I was living out an erotic fantasy and loving every delightful second.

What followed was a time that I will never forget. This beautiful young man gave me a taste of the sensual desires I had so badly wanted. We kissed deeply, enjoying the sensations of tongues meeting and caressing. I love good french kissing! I could do that and frottage for hours and be satiated. He stood, saying “Let me get naked for you,” and pulled off his shirt revealing a hairless torso, with a subtle tattoo on his chest. His skin smelt amazing. I was intoxicated by his presence and felt a rush of excitement and joy that had been missing for too long. This man’s job was to pleasure me, and he seemed to be enjoying it as much as I.

Please excuse my not describing the more intimate details of our encounter, but I still treasure those too brief hours. We tried any number of pleasurable activities and laughed through it all. I enjoyed giving as well as receiving. Knowing I was in control, even when allowing him to take the lead, gave me courage to be truthful about my needs, which is not always possible in real life.

As my energy began to wane, he spread a towel on the bed and massaged me with warm oil. It was not a “real” massage, he said, but to me it was better. Knowing he was naked and straddling me, while working his magic on my body, was thrilling. I would happily have taken hours of that alone, but there was more…

Finally, when he was satiated, he said, “Let me have a little rest with you,” and we just caressed and talked. Always a great pleasure for me, I loved luxuriating in the afterglow, exhausted but exhilarated, and sharing secrets. How I had missed such “naked conversations.” Winston’s personal story was dramatic and fascinated me.

As our time together was coming to an end, he ushered me to the bathroom. We showered, enjoying the delicious warm scented slipperiness of our bodies, as my eyes soaked in the sight of his lithe body. He was beautiful.

Clean and dried, and finally ready for farewell, he pulled back the bedclothes and I climbed into the beautifully comfortable hotel bed in which I would sleep alone, but smiling and without regret. He then kissed me good-bye.

My time with Winston could never be the transformative sex of being in love because that develops with practice over time; but it was greatly more pleasurable than any casual one-night stand in which there may be little communication and no satisfaction. It was a gift to be anticipated, savoured and remembered, and I hope to enjoy it again. Next time I may share a meal with my companion too, because conversation is the best aphrodisiac.


It's incredible how one single encounter, hour or even a moment in time can change our lives forever.  Dear Aphrodite loves this story and we hope you did too. Keep your eyes open for June and July's blog posts because the next two competition winning stories are delightful. 

The competition may be over but your stories are always welcome. If you want to share one with us please send an email to   You can send us an email or call 
1300 132 855 anytime if you are ready to create your own story too.  

To find out more about Winston and our other gentleman visit our website Aphrodisiac male escorts

You can find us on facebook too. 

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Thursday, 23 March 2017

A New Sexual Awakening

Much has been suggested about reigniting the spark in a woman’s sex life after marriage, kids and/or divorce have had their way with us. Coaches, potions, and seminars promise to save libidos, rekindle the sexual fire, or restore a woman to herself, but what if the fire was never there to begin with? The truth is that later in life we can be presented with the opportunity to discover our authentic sexual selves, in ways that are completely new, that we may only have imagined.

Sunday, 9 October 2016

5 ways to feel more beautiful, powerful and feminine.

We're all in this together us women. Wading our way through endless lists of 'do's and dont's.' How to be more feminine, powerful, sensual, better mother, friend, lover. The goal posts change with every generation so it's not just teenagers that seek to answer; 'Who am I?'

Last month we tried to define femininity and discovered that a precise definition is impossible. To be truly feminine, in this day and age, is to accept yourself and others the way they are. Steel-cap boots can be equally as feminine as the highest stilettos. Our real aim is self mastery, but we continue to use the word feminine for its gentleness and strength.
nothing as strong as gentleness
Today we are removing the layers of BB creams and lycra and getting back to the basics of self love, self care and discover where the true beauty and strength of femininity lies.

1. Breathe.

Our most essential source of energy is oxygen. Babies breathe deeply. By the time we reach adulthood many of us breath unconsciously and only take a deep breath when we yawn or sigh.

Shallow breathing is a signal to the body that we are stressed out. Stress causes our adrenal glands to work in overdrive. When our body is stressed our circulation, mind ... everything is weakened. Stress is the root cause all sorts of physical and mental illness. The best way to energise ourselves is to learn some simple breathing techniques that will increase the flow of oxygen throughout our whole body.

-Start by lying on the floor (eventually you can do it sitting, driving, reading. Make a habit out of it and it will soon become an unconscious action.)
-Place one hand on your diaphragm and the other on your belly.
-Breathe in slowly until your tummy starts to push against your lower hand for 3 counts.
-Hold your breath for the count of four. The pause between each breath is just as important as inhalation and exhalation. -Purse your lips and slowly breathe out to the count of 7 or longer. Tighten your abdominal muscles and feel the hand on your belly lower again.
-The hand on your chest should remain still the entire time.
-Pause and repeat.

Try and do this breathing exercise for 3-5 minutes before going to sleep. Gradually increase it to 10 minutes or more, 3 or more times a day.

2. Body Brushing.

After the breath work starts to help your inner body function as it should, we can move to the outer body. Last month we discussed a simple bathing routine to rejuvenate your mind and body. This month we'll take a look at the ancient ritual of dry skin or body brushing. 

Dry brushing your skin helps improve your lymphatic system, boost your energy levels, relieves tired muscles, reduces cellulite and makes your skin glow. Dry brushing can be done before or after showering. Add a little oil to the brush if you do it after bathing to moisturise your skin at the same time. 

Long or short handle natural bristle brushes, loofahs or abrasive gloves are all effective and can be bought online or in pharmacies.

-Start brushing at your feet with long strokes or circular motions on your legs, pay particular attention to your inner thighs.
-Brush gently towards lymphatic drainage ducts that lie in the centre of your chest.
-Move to the back of your hands and work up your arms, remember you armpits where lots of lymph glands are located.
-Follow through with downward movements on the neck and shoulders.
-Finally, do circular movements on the belly. Dear Aphrodite's choice is clockwise as it seems intuitive to the direction of the colon, but there is no right or wrong here. Do what feels right for you.

Body brushing is best done in the morning because it is so energising. While some exfoliation does occur you should never scratch your skin. You can also gently dry brush your face with a smaller brush.

Charis Malina Brown has some other great tips for natural face cleansing and how to feel beautiful without wearing makeup.

3. Move your body.

Last month we covered the benefits of exercise and dancing your way towards femininity. Unfortunately one of the videos was removed by youtube. Fortunately, Dear Aphrodite has found another full 30 minute belly dancing workout for beginners that has great music. 

Even if you have two left feet belly dancing will strengthen your core muscles (no more back pain), tone your arms in time for summer, harness the energy of your sacral chakra, reduce menstrual cramping, improve digestion and your mood and make you feel sexy.

4. More than just yoga.

Rosie Rees says, "womens nude yoga is a practice in vulnerability, courage and radical self acceptance."

Dear Aphrodite loves Rosie's website and her products. Pelvic floor exercises are well established in the practice of yoga, but did you know ancient Chinese Taoists used a crystal jade egg inserted into the vagina to strengthen, tone and train the pelvic floor muscles? Here is Rosie explaining how to use one. Feedback from our clients has been that it makes them feel very powerful.

Rosie offers nude yoga workshops throughout the Australia. If group work is a little out of your comfort zone start in your underwear at home on your own. 

Dianne Bondy is one of many yogis debunking the myth that yoga is only for instagram snapping, exotic location, expensive sports wear loving self proclaimed guru's.

Just watching her ad will make every woman feel more confident and feminine.

5. Discover your ugly.

Our final step towards inner beauty sounds counterintuitive. In Jungian psychology it is referred to as shadow work. C. G. Jung said 'People will do anything, no matter how absurd, to avoid facing their own souls.' Mellissa La Flamme delves deep into the subject in her new book "What you are for. Inciting a revolution in your soul." 

Not everything bad happens to us, it is also created by us. It is only when we move through the darker sides of our nature that we can begin to really connect and accept ourselves. 

Our femininity and sensuality lies in the acceptance of who we are, not how we look or what we own. 

Since ancient times both women and men have sought out ways to discover the true essence of who we really are, why we're really here. We seek connection, clarity and balance sometimes in all the wrong places. 

Traditional rituals have been rediscovered or still exist today, because they work. They are easier and more attainable than we remember at times. Their beauty and power is in their simplicity. 


In case you missed it: Dr Nikki Goldstein published an article about our James Bond/Christian Grey look-a-like gentleman Spencer. Confessions of an Australian male-escort. I don't just get booked for sex. She admits to buying less shoes and saving her pennies in case she decides to book an appointment with Aphrodisiac male escorts one day.

Dear Aphrodite hopes you enjoyed this months blog. Let us know if you try any of our tested techniques and what results they have for you. 

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Monday, 1 August 2016

The art of feminine sensuality in 5 easy steps.

We are born female, become women but what make us feminine?
"Sugar and Spice and all things nice..." 
This line from a 19th century nursery rhyme is one of the first definitions of femininity in our childhood. In 2016 little girls are not so innocent anymore. Sugar is sweet but deadly. A spoonful of cinnamon can suffocate you. Chilli burns and exotic spices blended with the right ingredients become flavours we crave.

In our attempt to define femininity now, we first turned to google:

  1. the quality of being female; womanliness.
    "she celebrates her femininity by wearing make-up and high heels"
    synonyms:womanliness, feminineness, womanhood, womanly qualities, feminine qualities
    "she had always delighted in her femininity"

Yes. Really. Must have been defined by a man!

Apparently make-up and high heels make women more womanly... ugh! Sure, heels make our calves look more defined and give an illusion of length, but swaying your hips naturally when you walk, is best done with bare feet.

In TAO philosophy all things female are defined as Yin (the shady side) and Yang is the bright side. Neither Yin nor Yang are absolute. You can't have one without the other. Each aspect contains the beginning point for the other aspect. Day (Yang) becomes night, becomes day again...and the times of day that yin becomes yang changes, daily. 

In truth femininity is so fluid it's hard, impossible even, to define. Perhaps it's the opposite of masculinity? Though, if masculine equals strength, are women then weak?

Of course not!! Both words are subjective. Similarly the word love. 

Love can be felt, but is unseen.
Love is neither masculine or feminine rather it is something we sense.
We are all capable of loving. 

Femininity can't be defined absolutely because women are constantly evolving. 
In the 50's it meant being subservient, the 60's released us from our bras.
The new millennium is a time for being happy in your own skin, no matter our differences.

Ancient Eastern traditions present several masculine and feminine polarities which govern the body. 
The back half is male and our support structure. The front is female our creative side. The lower half is female and is governed by an energy centre that lies just below the belly button known as the sacral chakra. It is the centre of our mind and sexuality.

In psychology the male-female relationship is understood as femininity relating to intuition, governed by the right brain which controls the left side of the body. Masculine is cognitive, left brain and right side of the body.  

Fotalia by Adobe.

Dear Aphrodite knows being feminine is integrating all aspects of ourselves including our sensuality.  
At our core lies love but in striving to be good at everything we often suppress our energy centres especially our sensuality.

Dear Aphrodite has come up with 5 ways to secure our sensuality.


When we begin to explore and learn, we taste, feel, smell, listen and see.... We use all of our 5 senses. We are not afraid to venture out of our comfort zone. Imagine doing a blind tasting. In order to heighten our sense of taste we block our sight. We allow ourselves to be vulnerable by putting on a blindfold in order to enhance our experience of taste.   

The sacral chakra helps to open up our senses. In the short video below Ashley Turner explains the role of our sacral chakra and the last 5 minutes is an easy Yoga routine to try.


When was the last time you paid attention to the way you walk. Are you aware your foot makes 5 separate movements between hitting the ground and taking off again?

First, take your shoes off and feel the outer edge of your heel touch the ground. Notice your foot turn slightly inward before turning out again and landing at the base of your little toe. Then it rolls in towards the ball of your foot and finally takes off from the large toe. Our leg muscles then support and resist each other until our hips connects the top half of the body, then sway to change the centre of balance as we take a second step.

If we are mindful of each step we become more aware of our surroundings. Walking can be a meditative practice connecting us to our body, the environment and other people.  
Try a slow barefoot walk for 5-10 minutes. Now imagine applying the same consciousness in other areas of your life.


We spend so much time and money in  beauty salons, on clothes that define or hide specific body parts so we 'look good.' We clean our body, cover our faces, set our style. We perfect our routine and race out the door, but does it make us feel beautiful? Do yourself a favour this weekend and take some time to gently cleanse your body. Go to spa or do it your self at home. Next month we will explore dry skin brushing to revitalise your body. 

This month take a tip from an ancient Indian ritual and try washing your body in slow circular movements over all of your joints, sideways across your torso and in long back and forth strokes over each of your long bones. Enjoy the attention to detail that no-one else will probably even notice.  In dry skin brushing we stroke towards the heart but in the bath the stroke can be both ways. 
You can even use the same cleansing ritual in your daily shower.
Let your skin and body relish the extra attention... it costs little but a few minutes of your time.


Before the bubonic plague women were described by their roles. Maiden, wife, widow. This quickly evolved after almost half the population died. Society began to realise the strength of a woman. Lucky we don't have to fight off plagues anymore, but we can pack a mean punch (in a boxing class,) climb mountains or do some squats in our spare time. The benefits of exercise are not just physical.  Strong bones, strong muscle, strong mind and Dear Aphrodite's favourite benefit a strong libido.  

5) DANCE.  

It doesn't matter what type of dancer you are. Turn on your favourite music, move your body. Watch yourself in front of the mirror or let the music flow gracefully through you in the lounge room or office... Move until your temperature starts to rise and keep going.
Dance all stress and inhibitions away, dance your ass off (or your belly/thighs if you prefer.) For inspiration, tune into your inner love Goddess with this beautiful belly dancing workout. Dear Aphrodite loves that the music isn't traditional. It's effortless, easy and oh so sexy.

How many of the 5 steps do you regularly do for yourself? 
Will you try to give them a try?  
In truth there are a lot more than just 5 steps to becoming more sensual.  
Our next post will delve further into sensual practices through the ages, more practical techniques, including breathing to help balance our mojo...  
See this as a starting point. After mastering a technique we must challenge ourselves to develop it further. Are you ready?  

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