My novel ‘On the Road to the Best Orgasm Ever’ is a spiritual romance in finding oneself and one happiness through all the turmoil and tribulations that life offers. It was amazing researching it at the time, but life changes, and we all need to have a refresher course on what ‘happiness’ means to us.
Sometimes we get bogged down in the struggle to find happiness in our lives. We become robotic with our work, our families, our friends, our social life, what we eat, what we do, what we hear and what we see. Everything becomes a blur and there is nothing that we see, feel or do that gives us a sense of contentment. Even a win or reaching another step in a goal doesn’t give us that exploding joy we were expecting to receive once we get what we want. It’s not necessarily materialistic, but it’s a sense of never being satisfied. How do we overcome this?
The reality is… we need to just keep moving, otherwise we get addicted, divorced from family and friends or dead. Many people only see happiness in their future – like they have to achieve ‘A’ to get ‘B’ and ‘happiness’ will be the result. But it’s not true. If we live in the present – take a second to smell the roses, the sea air, the baked cookies, the smell of your baby’s breath, or look at the pretty patterns in the fallen autumn leaves, the smile on your child’s face, or feel the warmth of a hot cup of tea, your dog snuggling up to you, and, but not limited to, the touch of your own skin, if you allow this little miracles of life to embrace you, and enjoy every single one of them for exactly what they are – a simple yet beautiful moment, then maybe you can allow happiness to enter your heart.
But the stark contrast is to ensure you’re not avoiding ‘unhappiness’ to search for ‘happiness’. You need to understand the deepest hurts, the hardest falls, the meanest words that can debilitate you so you can rise above it all to appreciate the beauty that can make you happy. In my novel, I reflect on Sarah feeling emotionally numb to what was around her… she was so naive about what was good, bad, love, anger, abuse, sadness, joy… it all rolled into one. She had no opinion, no concept of how she felt because everything in her life sat in ‘existence.’ It took her to leave her marriage, lose her parents, and unravel the baggage that was holding her emotions in limbo to discover herself to see how her heart really sang.
And sometimes you need to remove the people in your lives, and even the circumstances you’re in to determine if those people or those circumstances are limiting you. Are they making you mostly ‘up’ when you are around them, or ‘down?’ You can’t live in hope that ‘one day’ things will change… you have to live in the present. You have to make decisions that grant you the opportunity to be the best person you can be and if removing people, circumstances or materialistic things from your life is hard to do, you have to ask yourself, why would anyone want to prolong someone else’s misery? Especially your own.
And with happiness, there must be love. As happiness is answering your calling. If your calling is to help others, be part of a family, make music, dance, have a talent for baseball, drawing, medicine, politics, whatever it is, find your calling and live it! Because once you live it, you love it, and you love yourself. If you can’t love or be loved, you can’t officially be happy. And one of the nicest things I’ve heard in a long time, is ‘if I seem happy, I know I am loved for who I am.’ WHO I AM! Such powerful words because so many of us are trying to find ourselves through all the hurt and hardships we have faced. If you know who you are, and are not fearful of it, you WILL be happy. As fear, is the obstruction of happiness.
So if you think back, to a time, it maybe childhood, it maybe your teens or it maybe sometime in your adult life where you can wholly remember happiness as a state of being, you’re one step closer to understanding your happiness. Mine was snorkelling in an aqua blue sea in the middle of Fiji seeing thousands of colourful fish in coral reefs while I was holding onto my children’s hands. We were floating above this undersea world of careless bliss. These fish had no care in the world, they were busy and alive doing what fish do. They looked after each other and unbeknown to them, they were spreading a wave of contentment through those who were enjoying their beauty.
You can’t search for happiness… Happiness is a by-product of what we do. We have an obligation to be happy, for ourselves, for our children, for our workmates, for our lovers, for our friends and for the strangers on the street. And the only way we can make it part of our everyday world is to learn to love like we’ve never loved before. Put others before ourselves, because making someone else happy, is part of the cycle, and hopefully, in that split second, or even just a moment later, that love will be returned, that happiness will be found, and the connection you’ve been searching for, just sits in your lap.
I’ve had people ask me recently about the cover of “On the Road to the Best Orgasm Ever.” So I thought you may be interested in why I chose this cover, and not some sexually suggestive image.
“On the Road to the Best Orgasm Ever” is a journey… a journey of the unknown, a journey of creating a clean slate in life and moving forward without knowing exactly what’s ahead of you. The photo is a photo I took driving along a highway in New Mexico in a red convertible Mustang when I was over there researching the book. To me this road, with no one else on it, represents freedom – freedom to be whomever you want to be, freedom to explore wherever you want to explore, freedom to be orgasmically in charge of your own life in the way only you know how. This image emphasises the true essence of the book, and the font I used, with the ‘wobbly O’ in ‘orgasm’ represents the quivering sensation and uncertainty of pleasure that both a sexual orgasm and a the ‘orgasm’ in life gives us when we are truly happy and let go of all that hinders us.
I hope you like it, and appreciate it for the story behind it.
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For most of Sarah’s life, she has struggled with doing the right thing by others and forgetting about doing the right thing for herself. She put her husband’s needs before her own, she put her children’s needs before her husband’s needs, she put her client’s needs before everyone else’s needs, because if she didn’t have her business, she had nothing to give to her family… so she kept her clients the happiest. She also did everything her parents wanted her to do, and she did every moral thing society expected from her. She never had a speeding or parking fine, she never smoked pot, she didn’t get drunk before she was of legal age. She didn’t want to get in trouble. However, even from her mid teens, she loved sex. And as long as she practiced safe sex, she knew she couldn’t get in trouble, she could only get a broken heart.
So, for Sarah to go against the boundaries, break the barriers of her upstanding ways, it took a lot of courage for Sarah to go through with it. In “On the Road to the Best Orgasm Ever” Sarah tears down so many barriers that had kept her from being the real person she knew was inside her. She became confrontational, she became an adulteress, she defied the family hierarchy, and most of all, she found her voice and she learned to laugh at herself…
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Sarah’s married sex life was, how can you say it? Routine. She on top always, he asking for blow jobs always, and Johann’s effort with foreplay was reaching down between her legs to see if she was wet or not… and even if she wasn’t wet, he positioned her on top of him so that their naked dry humping might cause her to lubricate up. He never once thought to buy any lubricant, nor did he try to arouse her to make Sarah feel good about herself. Sex to Sarah, with Johann, was constantly disappointing… and she tried to spice it up, yet he wouldn’t have anything to do with it.
Sarah always had a sense of adventure, even when they first met. Over the years, she tried to convince Johann to do it on the couch, in the kitchen, on the lounge room floor, and even go for a midnight walk and do it on a park bench. He wouldn’t even go for different positions… Always the same… When he bought his first car, she suggested that they ‘christian’ it, but Johann said it would be too uncomfortable and the gear shift would get in the way. She suggested that they have sex at her parent’s house one day, and amongst the crowded floor of a sleep-over after a friend’s 21st. But Johann wanted none of it. He wanted the comfort of a bed, and a bed only. It frustrated Sarah to bits that there couldn’t be more excitement in their sex life.
So with a boring mundane sex life, came boring mundane orgasms… well fake orgasms, because their sex life wasn’t thrilling enough to reach the ultimate climax of bliss.
While they were still dating, but living together, and Sarah was still within the healthy weight range on her BMI, Johann started picking on her… He would tell her her thighs are too fat, her lard ass had grown and her belly fat ‘needed to go.’ And year and year, she succumbed to his cruel words, making her feel even more self-conscious of her body image, less desirable and less able to orgasm. Hence the faking… She dieted, went to gyms, even booked herself into weight-loss centres to do anything to make her body image what it was when they first met in her late teens. But even with all the effort she made, Johann would still say to Sarah ‘what happened to the gorgeous girl I met all those years ago? I’m sure she’s still in there…’ as he pinched the fat on her thighs. As you can imagine, the more he picked on her, the heavier she became, and her self-esteem was shot.
It got to the point that their sex life was so degraded, Sarah refused to give Johann any more blow-jobs. His uncircumcised penis stank because he never cleaned it. One day he insisted, grabbing her by the hair and pushing her down on him. She tried to wiggle herself away from him, but he just kept pulling her hair tighter. The only way out was to subtly graze her teeth against his shaft, so that after he exploded in her mouth, and she was released, he felt a slight sting from the abrasion and would be sore for days. He said ‘less teeth next time.’ He knew then not to every force her to go down on him again.
So, as you can imagine, Sarah spent the first 20 years of her adulthood not knowing what it truly felt to have an orgasmic rush, to be utterly desirable and truly made love to… that’s why she started this journey, to have the best orgasm ever.
You can read more about Sarah in the book ‘On the Road to the Best Orgasm Ever’ available as an e-Book on pre-order via iTunes and Amazon Kindle from November 20, 2014 and released on December 4, 2014. Check out the links in the Shop.
Sarah Collins is in her mid-late 30s in the novel “On the Road to the Best Orgasm Ever.” She has lived a life that was expected. A life that started with school, university, meet the ‘love of her life’ which in reality was settling for someone who wanted to make a life with her, get engaged and married, buy a house and have her children all before she turned 35. You know the story… the story that throws you the questions from nosy future in-laws, desperate mothers who want to be grandmothers, girlfriends who live vicariously through you because they still haven’t found a man who will love them, and the butcher who sees you every week, knowing exactly how your future husband likes his rump steak. They all know that you will eventually get married, and they are all impatient to get her life started. Sarah had the same impatience too … she wanted to get married, she wanted to buy a house she could call a home and she wanted to have the perfect children and give them the childhood she missed out on, because she was being physically abused by her father, and her mother only knew how to say the word ‘no’ to anything she asked for – playdates with friends, invitations to parties, a treat at the supermarket, or to buy some fashionable clothes so she could fit in with her school mates. She felt repressed and had no voice of her own, and that’s all she knew life to be. She recognised that she never wanted her children to feel repressed, so she chose to raise her children with love, attention and affection, and let them know that anything was possible.
Sarah’s dream of having her family was complete when her second son Ben was born. Yet, she found it extremely odd that the afternoon, the very day she gave birth to her beautiful boy and completed her family, was the day she was plugging away at the keyboard of her laptop on her hospital bed, working to earn a dollar because her dependent husband didn’t have a consistent income and give Sarah a much-needed break to be a mother. It wasn’t the dream she had signed up for… it wasn’t the marriage she signed up for.
It was around the time Ben was born she started to question why she no longer felt attracted to her husband. He went from university degree to university degree, to minimum wage earner to self-employed pipe-dream artist. He hadn’t held a steady job in the whole time they had been together. Well, not enough to support their family. She sparked an attraction to heart throb Matthew McConaughey and became infatuated. If she wasn’t working, breast-feeding, running errands or domestic chores, she was quietly stalking Matthew McConaughey on any website she could find that had a new photo, any new gossip or new appearances for her beloved idol. Her husband, Johann, started getting a little concerned about her infatuation, to the point of feeling jealous and threatened, wondering why Matthew was more interesting than him. But Matthew made her feel womanly, made her feel not only a mother, wife and a provider, but desirable. Something her husband couldn’t do.
Sarah felt like she was falling into the same trap with her husband as she had with her parents. He was telling her what she couldn’t do, or what he objected. He was hurting her physically, but more so, emotionally tearing her heart out by not letting her do the motherly things she needed to do to nurture her children. It killed her inside, when he forbade her from attending to her crying son in the next room. She did everything to appease her husband so he wouldn’t get upset with her – she bought him expensive clothes, a Rolex watch, a ticket to Rome to discuss his talent with a celebrated gallery… but nothing was ever good enough for Johann.
So when Johann disappeared, it was the start… the start of her journey to find her best orgasm ever.
As you all know, I’m working really hard in finishing my book to get it out to you all as soon as I can… So I thought I would bring you a ‘taste’ of some of the naughtiness in my writing, an interlude of lust, or maybe a celebration of heightened sexuality… please note, I am deliriously tired at the moment after working a third straight day of 16+ hours.. so I thought I would give you something unexpected. So here goes!
Carrie sat idly by her computer waiting for her lover’s call… She was dressed in her soft purple satin lingerie with black lace softly outlining the edges of her voluptuous breasts and the curves of her legs. Her long soft blonde locks shaped her subtly made-up face, so she had that seductive natural look her lover always loved about her. She’d been waiting for thirty minutes, waiting for her lover to log into his Skype account so they could intimately enjoy each other when they couldn’t be together physically. Carrie loved their lustful seductions, as they helped her connect with herself through the power of imagination and intimacy, sound and instruction, sight and pleasure. Randy Elwood, a senator from Georgia, was her secret lover, and was regularly late for their lover’s tryst as he was always called out to some political emergency, so Carrie tried to understand that she just had to be patient.
Carrie had an episode of ‘Game of Thrones’ on the television in the background, trying to pass the time. Her eyes sleepy, as it had been a long day, but her lover had promised her that he would Skype her. It had been three days since she’d last seen him, and she wanted to see him desperately. At 12.02am he logged in. Carrie excited that she wasn’t forgotten, tousled her hair, had one last glance in the mirror to see if she ‘presented well’ and accepted his Skype call.
“Hey, how was your night?” she asked him.
“Hectic… I don’t want to go into it. I want to be here with you Baby.” Randy said.
Carrie smiled. She loved when he spoke affectionately to her. She loved looking at him… looking at his baby bear brown eyes, his heartwarming smile and his unblemished skin. Her whole aura glowed when he made the time to see her.
“Do you want to see what I’m wearing?” she asked with a cheeky grin on her face.
“Yes ma’am! That’s right, you said you’d have something special for me.” Randy said, remembering a past conversation.
Carrie sat up on her bed out of her lying position, and softly grazed her bra with the back of her finger to show Randy how sexy she could be. She saw Randy’s jaw drop, like he’d forgotten how beautiful she was. Carrie used her other hand to brush her skin slowly down her body, making her way to the edge of her panties. She stopped before going any further, just to tease him a little before their ultimate seduction.
“Ooh Baby, circle your nipples on the outside of your bra so I can see them sticking out of the material.” Randy asked.
Carrie did what he asked. She loved his commanding nature, his sense of authority. It made her feel wanted and desired, yet incredibly sexy at the same time.
“Can you see them?” Carrie asked.
“Yes Baby… you look so fine. Now pinch them for me, I want to see your body react to you pinching them.”
Carrie squeezed her nipples, sending bolts of pleasure down between her legs. She started to gyrate her pelvis to augment the pleasure. She closed her eyes and bent her neck backwards moving to the uncontrollable rhythms of her body.
“That’s it Baby.” Randy said, “take it further.”
Carrie opened her eyes and could see Randy playing with his manhood. He had moved the screen so she could see his bare slightly hairy chest, revealing only his nipples, his handsome face and his arm movements in the left hand side of the frame. Carrie thought it was only fair to show him her womanly breasts, so she slowly let the straps down over her shoulders, unclip her bra from behind and held her breasts in the creases of her elbows, before dramatically revealing the buoyancy of her bosom to the screen.
“God you’re beautiful Carrie. Wish I could nibble on those breasts right now and make you cum,” Randy said, completely in awe of Carrie’s porcelain skin and perky nipples.
“Oh Baby, please don’t tease me… you know it’s still two months away before we can be together again. I wish it were sooner. Please just enjoy this time for what it is.”
“I know Baby… it will come quicker than you think. But I want you to cum for me right now! Do you think you can do that for me?” Randy said with the cheekiest smile on his face.
“I’ll try…” Carrie said with a smile, knowing that Randy was trying to make her feel good about herself, but also knowing how easy it was for her to cum just by listening to his sultry southern accent.
Carrie continued to squeeze one of her nipples with one hand, while sucking on the other nipple with her mouth. She watched with intent the reaction she gave Randy. She could see a wave of pleasure hit him, like he instantly lost the stress of the day’s work and found himself in the moment of being with her. She loved how she could do that to him – make him relax with just one amazing move…
I could get a lot juicier, but as I said, it was a ‘foreplay.’ Let me know if you like what you read and would love to read more.