Hi I’m Caroline, I turn women on…
I get it you want more.
More orgasms.
More love.
More of you.
Not the kind of sex that leaves you flat or empty, the kind that melts your walls, awakens your body, and reconnects you to the most alive, erotic, turned-on version of yourself.
If you can feel that craving in your body, it already exists.
And if it exists, we can create it — together.
I was never taught how to inhabit my body, my pleasure, or my power - 15 years in an all-girls convent school will make sure of that.
My Sex-ed? An awkward chat about periods and then a chalk drawing of a penis and uterus on a blackboard. (Yes, I’m that old)
No vulva.
No clit.
Male ejaculation yes, but pleasure and orgasms. Not important.
Combined with the good old adage that Mary Mageldelane was a whore, and JC’s mum? A Virgin, pure, good lovable - so good she was spared labour pains in birth.
Us Catholics play the shame game, hard.
Meanwhile, MTV was saturated with writhing bodies, glossy lips, and supermodels dripping in sex.
Every advert, every magazine, every music video screamed Sex sells.
It was a heady cocktail of shame and obsession - Sex fascinated me, turned me on, and that was shameful.
I didn’t know then that it wasn’t personal. I thought I was bad, I was dirty.
But here’s the thing:
That story isn’t ours to carry anymore.
We are the generation where this bullshit ends - if choose to do the work.