What my fingers remembered

14 Oct

I spent today attending a writing workshop run by author and coach Steve Nobel.

One exercise aimed to get us to write in order to induce a particular feeling. I wanted to induce a state of feeling sexy. I used a particular memory as a trigger point. Following Steve’s instructions, I wrote fast, without editing – letting the writing go where it wanted to go.

I was describing a dinner I’d enjoyed with a very special man.

Ten minutes later, I read what I’d written. I was surprised by what had tripped off the end of my pen. My fingers had remembered not only the sensuality but the intense joy I felt in his presence. What surprised me was that I realised I’ve never told him this.

Yes, I’ve spoken lovingly and tenderly, but not about that intense joy.

It got me thinking about what we share and don’t share with lovers. I think that sometimes its easier to express the obvious feelings – the ones that translate easily into the common vernacular of love.

But I think that its important to tell people when they’ve touched us so deeply that the common vernacular of love doesn’t quite cut it. Otherwise they never know just how much they have added to our lives. So, this week I’m going to tell him. If I can’t find a way to just say it, I’ll read my writing out to him. That feels scary….


Posted by on 14/10/2012 in Erotic Pleasure, Love, Romance, Sex


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3 responses to “What my fingers remembered

  1. stevenobel

    05/11/2012 at 9:28 am

    Reblogged this on The Writer's Salon.

  2. Asifa

    10/11/2012 at 3:00 pm

    Well how did it go?? 🙂

    • Vena Ramphal

      11/11/2012 at 1:30 pm

      He was over the moon!:-)


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