Page 42 of Unclench Me Softly

CALLIE:

bliss babe

you’re not running a retreat anymore

you’re being slowly seduced into a sacred gangbang of the soul

and i think it’s beautiful

ME:

i’m going to lie down under this tree and astrally project away from my choices

CALLIE:

hydrate first

and maybe… reapply your towel

just in case one of them comes out looking for “guidance”

ME:

if jonah exhales in my direction again i’m calling the goddess hotline

What Your Favorite Color Says About Your Aura (and Your Kink)

A divinely unscientific breakdown by Bliss

Purple– You’re mysterious, possibly a little psychic, and definitely want to be blindfolded and worshipped with crystals.

Blue– You cry during eye contact and give the best aftercare. May have a praise kink. Definitely hydrate well.

Red– Rage yoga turned you on and you’re not sure why. You would set a love letter on fire just to watch the smoke rise.

Pink– Emotionally feral. A menace in soft fabrics. You’ll wreck someone with kindnessand then cuddle them about it.

Green– Touch starved. Willing to kiss in the woods. You’ve emotionally imprinted on moss and one emotionally available barista.

Black– Either in a soft dom era or just burned your last situationship on a full moon and now sleep with a dagger under your pillow. We love that for you.

Bliss-ism #67/m:

Anger is just fear in a leather jacket. Take it off, babe.

Chapter Eight:

Unclenched and Unexpected

The moon garden is quiet. Too quiet, really, which makes me paranoid that somewhere nearby someone is doing unsupervised breathwork or possibly seducing a willow tree.

I came here to breathe and eat snacks in peace, which I think is a valid form of sacred self-care, even if I’m doing it with a half-melted protein bar I definitely did not charge with intention and a stick of palo santo that smells like I lit an anxiety disorder on fire.

The domes glow soft amber behind me, scattered across the dark like sentient little marshmallows. Everything smells faintly of eucalyptus and revelation.

I flop onto a cushion beside my low writing table, technically it’s a meditation altar, but tonight it’s holding my protein bar, my schedule notebook, and the spiraling beginnings of a completely deranged plan called:

Day Two: Rewild the Inner Wolf-Cub

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