Pole Dancing For The Soul

When I purchased one and had it installed in my bedroom, I was ecstatic. I looked forward to losing weight and doing sexy shows for my man. What I didn't expect though, was the return of my confidence, sensuality, and feminine power.

I'd never really learned any incredible pole moves while I was dancing. I was too uncomfortable about making an ass of myself whilst shaking my ass in front of the customers. Most of my pole moves consisted of dancing around the pole, leaning against it, bending over towards it, and some rudimentary spins.

But armed with a cd player, a mirror, and the solitude of my bedroom - my own personal pole became my one-woman vertical trapeze. Overnight my arms started to look cut and my legs bruised. Every day I would put my son down for his nap, turn on the music, and become a sex goddess for no one's viewing pleasure but my own.

All those 'ladies gym' debits from my bank account, and all the flabby tummy in the world, couldn't inspire me to workout. But the promise of feeling sexy, sensuous, and shapely overcame me like wildfire. A wildfire that started in my hips, moved to my torso and breasts, and settled back down in my yoni creating an insatiable desire for the sex that had been lacking in my relationship ever since I'd been pregnant with my youngest child.

I was so inspired that I wanted to share my epiphany with every woman I met! Most of my family members declined my invitations to come over and swing around the pole. Most of my friends found my exhortations on the benefits of the pole amusing but not enticing.

In my usual over-the-top way, I decided to bring pole dancing to the multitudes.