Posts by C.C. Havens


Posted by on Mar 17, 2019

      Sexuality. Sensuality.  It’s our sparkle.   We are one of the most sensuous creatures on the planet and yet… we forget. I’m here to remind you. So if you haven’t been aware of the sultry sway of your hips, the gorgeous curves of your upright spine, or the heady musk of your arousal , I hear you.  I’ve been waylaid from my sensuality practices (like naked yoga with the full moon)the past few weeks myself. But we’re going to shift that right here, right now with this simple truth: You are 100 % responsible for your own sexuality. I find that...

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Sexy Altars

Posted by on Oct 17, 2018

There is something unarguably sexy about a woman’s altar. It’s a place where her turmoil, overwhelm and emotional angst can, on a good day, transmute to trust, acceptance and love. It’s a portal through which her demons can exit and her angels descend. I walked into the jalaBlu yoga studio in Buena Vista, Colorado this summer and was instantly seduced by the altar the owner, Jenna, had created in her studio   The floor space in front of it was empty so I filled it with my mat.  As I waited for yoga class to begin, I sat and  absorbed the beauty (fresh stargazer...

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Autumnal Sexy

Posted by on Oct 11, 2018

It’s been a sexy autumn here in the high country of Colorado. Not quite as captivating as 2003 when every aspen tree in our corner of the state climaxed simultaneously, creating a display of golden leaves so magnificent that we marked the correlating weekend of the following year for our wedding. This year was sexy in another way altogether. The leaves started showing their true colors, which included a lot of tequila sunrise orange, on Labor Day and the show stretched all the way into the first week of October. It was a slow, sultry seduction, like one of those perfect Sunday mornings when...

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Sexy Movies

Posted by on Sep 21, 2018

I watched a Star is Born the other day, the 1976 version with Barbara Streisand and Kris Kristofferson. The first time I watched it I was 12. I don’t know how my girlfriend and I managed to tag along with her mother to see an R-rated film, but I do know this: it had a huge influence on me, in ways I didn’t even realize until I re-watched it the other night.  I see now that some sexy seeds were strewn in that dark Atlanta theater that germinated in my adolescent subconscious. Ten years later, a Hopeless Romantic was born. I was 22 and passionate about my bad boy, guitar playing boyfriend....

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Posted by on Sep 19, 2018

          The tug of war between my healing artist and my literary artist is alive and well. So, when you don’t hear from me for a while, it means my craniosacral therapist won, and she’s taken the rope and tethered my erotica writer to one of her beloved aspen trees. It means I’m journaling instead of blogging; meditating instead of marketing my erotic memoir; and channeling inspiration into my treatment room instead of my next erotica collection. A few weeks ago, some nerve pain in my hands landed me on a treatment table in my teacher’s office. I...

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