Something I'm rather interested in these days besides hot Jewish guys.
Now, I know what your gonna say,"disgusting", "like never", "that's so wrong",
but hey it's your choice pain, or pleasure.
Open your mind a little and maybe I can help you see that it's not so wrong after all,
I believe it's the way God intended for childbirth to be -just open your life to sexuality !
That can be our motto, our motto for success..
We held one another in our candle-lit lounge room and swayed back and forth, our hips danced together. My face buried into his body during the labour rushes. When the rushes subsided we stood together, our foreheads touching, we embraced like we were the only two people in the world.
Earlier in the labour when I wanted to rest lying down made my body tensed. It was uncomfortable and painful, unless my baby's father laid by my side, then I could let go. Whenever he touched me my discomfort eased, he was better than any heat pack.
The line between pleasure and pain is very fine indeed. I sang my birth song, a low moan, and he sang with me. I was surprised by how much birth sounded like sex! But it made sense. Conception happens by making love and birth is part of that lovemaking continuum.
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