First of all, welcome back…to me!

Being away for 14 months is a long time. Sorry for going so cold turkey. I had some awkward life/blog intersections that I usually try to keep separate. I was doing my teacher training last year and I had to quit the blog side for a bit. Now I’m happily employed teaching and life is settling down so I can find time and peace again for Sex Tips!

And on a really serious note, I had a couple late periods and one actual for-real pregnancy in the midst of the last year, which very sadly miscarried after 9 days. I’ll write about that more at some point. But basically it had the full range of emotions, from grief to relief [life circumstances and all], then guilt for feeling relief, then lotsa other things.

So no sex tip tonight, but an emerging hobby.

OK, I’ve already written about the place of crosses a bit in here. Here is the beginning of a compendium of nice pix of crosses and sexuality. Please send in any you have lying around!

it’s been months since i’ve updated anyone in here about the beings of this human. so here goes! hold onto your socks and dildos!

teacher training is harrrrrrrrrrrrd. more work than anything in my BA. more rewarding too tho. also more of a challenge to what i think school ought to be about compared to the big old imagination-killing factory it seems for many…even for elementary students. poor kids. but some of them thrive, those that don’t fit in!

the biggest challenge is how many special needs kids there are all over the classes and how little support the teachers have, wiht an aid in here now and then at best. scary shit. even kids with mild autism. i wonder if i’ll ever really be adequately trained to deal with them all!

finished my BA last spring and came back to vancouver. said goodbye to my boytoy-at-school and left him with his new gf/toy. they’re still together. i’m skyping a few times a week with my old housemates. sniff.

brought home my whore of a teenage gf diane. got a nice homelife going with me and her and buddy. by the end of summer she hooked up nicely in vancouver’s porn scene. did 3 scenes in the last 2 months. avoids the coke [good girl], takes the E and pot thank you very much and is doing ok. best scene so far: her 2nd, spread eagle against the window in a 6th floor Hyatt hotel room at dusk.

and i did my porn debut, kinda indirectly. the sound guy on her last film does his own amateur porns. he filmed me tied on our couch, blindfolded, with diane biting my nipples. for like 5-6 minutes. the shot was real zoomed in on my breasts, with the camera moving around a bit to see my belly, my chin, my arms, hints at my pussy [where she had her fingers, good girl again!].

then he played the clip in a loop on a tv beside the bed where he filmed the “real” porn with diane and a guy from that 3rd film and his partner.

very erotic, the whole thing. lotsa real actual pain during my filming, but watching me on the tv, knowing it was me, while diane filmed the rest of it all was just amazing. tingly really. but that was as adventurous as i could become…at least for my first time. as it all goes, i like the no/low budget amateur porn production experience more than watching the “real” porn production.

oh, and i put a cross on during the filming of my little scene within a scene.

that has to do with this: http://sextips4cg.wordpress.com/2008/05/26/sex-tip-15-your-cross-need-not-be-hidden/

aside from that i have 20 minute chunks of free time most days each week. usually i stare at falling leaves. i’ll try hard to login a bit more and keep updating the world. mhuah mhuah!

in touch,

holly

Ok, This is Tina and Holly tonight.

First the point: Christian boys…don’t bother with strippers. We know it’s exciting to think about going, but honestly it’s not worth it. Even if your Christian girl is not a supermodel body type, get her to strip for you. Trust us, it’s way better. And Christian girls…don’t be offended if your Christian boy wants to see strippers. Go with him. Even if he goes with friends. Learn what the boys are looking at. Learn what the strippers are doing. Then go home and do your own version of it. Truth. It’ll be good for you, especially because while the strippers cannot touch themselves or the patrons, you can.

OK, so the story is not to denegrate strippers. I know some feminists oppose stripping and others accept it. I’m of mixed minds on that. Holly is a whore and loves them all.

Gordon [previously Barry in here] finally got around to telling us tonight about the strippers he went to see a few weeks ago with his cousin from Calgary. It seems in Calgary everyone goes to strippers.

So they go to Brandy’s in town. Expensive, high class. Above a massage parlour. Lots of good dancers. Lots of bored looking dancers.

Holly and I went to the Cecil one night last summer. Same kind of show. Mostly boring. Mostly a hassle keeping the smelly old men off us and finding a way to get drinks from the not smelly young men without having to blow them in their cars.

And Holly went to see a Burlesque show earlier in the summer and built a big crush on a girl. As Holly tells it, she was short, plump like her, bigger bottom though, very breasty and a Katie Holmes bob cut. And she did her dance and strip and was mildly blushing. The whole time. And she was excited to be doing it all. Amateur exhibitionism. Quite a rush. Holly asked her if she wanted company to the after party. She said she was meeting her friends so probably not. A polite rejection we all concluded. Too bad. Holly got all hot.

So Holly thinks amateurs get into it better then pro strippers. Could be.

But Gordon. They’re out at this swanky place and they’re watching stags and [odd] stagettes flow through the place but all the while, there’s a group of a half dozen girls sitting on the rail in the front row. Half of them are bi/les as they’re into mild necking sessions here and there. And some of them are into putting a 5 or a 10 in their teeth and getting to rub their faces into the strippers boobs to pass on the cash. I didn’t think that was allowed. I doubted Gordon. He swears it was true.

Anyway, Gordon and his cousin were at times more interested in watching these young girls and the young boys trying to get into their pants, than watching the more dull bored strippers. And as he tells it…

But then something miraculous happened. One of the girls at the railing starts necking with a boy who seemed to have been hanging around them all night. The she kneels on his chair straddling him. Still kissing.

Then she’s back standing on the floor leaning her bum against the rail. And the fellow bends over, lifts her dress and starts licking her pussy. Clearly pushing her panties around and just sucking her off. And the girlfriends get all antsy at this, watching it all. As is everyone else in the place. Then they all get their coats and leave.

And as Gordon says, it was the climax of the evening. Few dancers after that little show could hold anyone’s attention in the same way. Eventually he left and came over to my place for some 1am cuddles.

The moral of the story: amateur exhibitionism is far more effective than professionals. Who seem to be banned by law from doing anything too risque anyways!

Like the title says. Respect it.

The lesson I learned over the last few weeks creates that truth for me. Holly has helped me through it enough to write about it, appreciating moments of real contact [not just physically], and where I needed to learn where the line is/was. XOXO Holly sweet.

It is marvelous to have Holly back in Vancouver. Hanging out is good. Wreck Beach is just what I need. And the booze and pot and sex and movies and pot luck dinners and picnics with vodka coolers make me know that Holly is a core part of my life for a long time. Amen amen amen.

And now that Holly is going to my/our church quite regularly now we have become a social item. Not a dating item. We aren’t dating [technically, just the benefits].

But people know us. And they know us as a pair.

And Holly likes some of the boys. Not enough to date, but enough to enjoy the view and flirting.

And then there’s Randy. He is new to town, doing his Masters of Divinity and has spent the last several weeks at our evening service. I think he has a training gig lined up for mornings somewhere. Somewhere where no one puts their arms in the air when they feel moved.

Randy is sweet, has awesome wavy flowing hair, is 29, 1/4 Korean, and not too tall. Not that height is a dealbreaker.

Holly got to him first one evening after the “show” as she calls it when it’s a bit shlocky. And we went for coffee with him and a few other folks. Coffee meant martinis for a few of us. Slippy in the throat. Yes.

Lotsa talk. Lotsa fun. Phone numbers and last names for Facebook friendship go around.

And the next day I phone him from work and arrange a light dinner for that night.

Open relationships have their benefits. Gordon is a dream, but we both appreciate the fun of variety. I should really go into some of that all in that last several months. But that’s that.

Over the course of 4 times over the next 2 weeks or so before it all crashed to the ground, to put it simply, I tried to get Randy to have sex with me.

I liked him splendidly. He was richly interesting. He had a deep soul.

And he had been, in a previous life, a married furniture assembler with a gambling problem who found a good 12-step program, Jesus and a calling to go into social work and the chaplaincy. Totally respectable. And fascinating.

His marriage ended before his gambling did. Her call. I get that. He had overcome quite a bit, but the broken marriage was the heaviest as it all happened before he knew God and so his frame of dealing with a divorce was after the events. An awkward thing.

And he told me about the times he and his ex met for coffee to work on their shit ["stuff"]. Really endearing.

But he is also a born-again virgin, which i find out on our 3rd date. Which I totally respect. Except I didn’t really. And that’s on me. I’ll accept that.

So when we first went out for dinner, it was casual and fun and we both had a good time. I kissed him goodnight. He was into it. And enjoyed his warmth.

So we plan a post-dinner drink the next night. He had a family thing for dinner.

So I wore a light jumper and cami and no bra. I felt amazing.

Drinks and chatting were nice. I was warm and casual and tipsy and we held hands lots. I knew he was taking in my breasts. BAV, but not dead. I felt good.

We ended the night kissing and hugging. I got in some good glancing nipple rubbing on his chest. Very nice. But the night ended without anything more. I bide time.

Then on the Saturday we walk the seawall a bit. Light, purple skirt past the knee, no panty. Going commando. And the whole braless thing again with a lose scoop T and cami again.

And when we make it around to Lumberman’s Arch we find some nice shady grass aside some bushes and lie down to nibble the baguette and drink some cool beverages.

My goal was to green light him, not for there then, but in general. Such a whore, I know. I’ve come to terms with that.

I arranged myself so that I was lying somewhat under him with his back facing away from the bushes. Under cover of his legs on mine, I slid my skirt up a bit and flowed my hand to my pussy for some comfort. Hoping he’d follow my lead. He did eventually. And he showed slight startle at what he found in there. Yay!

He was enjoying the heat and wet and hair and slippy skin. I liked him there greatly!

And after a bit of time there I rolled over onto him. His shorts were not thick. Spreading my skirt up so it was pussy on shorts I/we had a nice time. No bouncing or monster grinding. Just pleasure. Some cleavage leaning. And I spent a good amount of time with my eyes closed, moving my hips oh so gently. Luscious.

And after a time I lied back down to spoon. Felt his cock on my ass. Very nice.

And we walk back and he drives me home and kissing goodbye, I touch his cock and ask him if he’d like me and his friend to get to know each other better. And then he starts telling me about his BAVity. And I feel in part like an ass, but far moreso frustrated. That is me being selfish. I own that too.

And we part well. And I go in and rub off an O.

So the next Friday night we have coffee. And we talk. And do the getting to you know more deeply thing. But the whole time I live a deep sadness that we’re on different pages.

And I know it’s going nowhere because though I like him a lot, I don’t like him enough [or is that even the issue? Holly?] to stay celibate with him.

And towards the end of that night we both start talking about the elephant in the Starbucks. And we just agree that that’s that. Still friends, or is it “friends”.

And as much as I replay it all in my mind, I don’t come up with ways of being different. If he had mentioned BAV before our 3rd date it just would have ended earlier.

Holly says I’m swimming in whore guilt. That he will think I’m the slut I’d be seen as by most in the church. In part true. Mostly something different though.

Mostly sad that his circumstance were/becomes different.

Mourning what would otherwise have been. And it’s sad.

But the lesson is important. To respect people’s choices. Because in the end, you can build nothing casual or serious when one person does not sincerely accept where the other person is.

Dreamily,

Tina

I was sitting at a bus loop today and a girl comes and sits next to me. She’s oblivious as many teens are, on her cel phone. But then again many of my friends walk around like cel zombies too so I don’t need to be all agist and everything.

She’s cute with long dark hair. She looks Malaysian or Filipino or something like that. Real gorgeous anyway, for a 15 year old.

And she’s wearing white shorts, flip flops and a loose fitting burgundy t-shirt with a scoop neck. Very attractive.

So as she sits down she leans forward, arranges some stuff in her bag, pulls out an apple. All the regular normal kinda stuff. And as she’s sitting its leaning here and there, sometimes sitting on one foot, sometimes leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.

And all of my focus on her posture is all about more than just her being a cel zombie. She’s also somewhat unaware of her body. Unaware that in various postures, someone standing in front of us actually at the curbside in line for the bus can look up her shorts a bit. Burgundy panty. Quite elegant. And since we were on the west side it fit that she could look so nice like that.

But more than the loose legs on her shorts was her scoop top with a thin and loose fitting bra. And even if it were a tight fitting bra, it covered a small enough amount of her breasts that there was much to look at. Especially when her shirt fell forward from her posture.

So her cel call ended and I struck up a conversation. I introduced myself and said how much I liked her bag. She complimented me on my bag, which feels like an army utility duffel, but is actually quite functional. And then I said I wondered if I could tell her something somewhat personal about her. And being an open friendly girl [and courageous enough] she said sure. And I said that I spent a lot of time flirting with guys in bars and dressing for clubs and things [which I don't go to clubs, but I knew she'd get that] and I intentionally dress to show off my body for those kind of places.

And I told her what I could see of her body for the last 10 minutes. And that being that provocative as a concept is fine, but there are times to use it and there are times to avoid it and everyone needs to make up there mind on that.

And though we were on the west side, we weren’t surrounded by corporate lawyers and personal trainers at this bus stop and that the general public is a mix of people, not a controlled group of people at a bar seeing a folk music duo for instance.

And then I asked about her English teacher and whether they had talked about how to write for different audiences. She said ya.

So I said the same goes for dressing and how we present the erotic parts of our body. And I tried hard to say not to dress and sit like all that at bus stops, but that she should think at least a little bit about context and the effect of what she does. And how to find places to dress and be a certain way and to be wary of accidentally doing so in other times.

Cuz, I said, when we get on the bus, it’ll be crowded and a few people will have a nice view down your top if you sit a certain way. If you don’t they’ll just see a pretty girl. And that you can’t control which guys are standing beside/over you.

And then I apologized if I ended up making her more wary than I intend [which is not so wary at all, just clever about things], but the world is full of risks that we can sometimes minimize.

And I felt like a big sister, young aunt, even the hip grandmother that tells the secret secrets of life.

And I feel comfortable in my role as an elder. And she listened to me and thanked me. And I wrote down my blog address.

And the sex tip is to listen to your elders. Not all of them cuz some are fucking nuts. But discern who is worth hearing. And listen HARD. Cuz it can make a real difference in your love/sex life and even all aspects of your life.

So there. Felt good!

[Don't look at the pix at the end of this post until then.]

Gravity. I remember it. Or rather I remember when it wasn’t such a big deal.

At times I’ve lamented being sexually inactive before [gasp] 22. and the 7-9 years before then of not using my breasts to their fullest potential.

And I’m not complaining that I’m old and saggy and physically repulsive. I love my bod and appreciate it for all it is. But my gf is 19. I’m 26. Gravity exists for her, but not to the degree it does me.

And i get in moods sometimes when i regret my celibate teen years. But regret tends to replace lessons from various chapters in life. So I avoid giving in to regret.

The tip here is not to be a fuck-whore teenage Christian girl. The tip is to at the very least, enjoy your breasts and maybe share them with someone you are fond of. While yer under 20. That’s it.

So this pix, I saw it with buddy tonight. He liked this awesome cheerleader. And in my mind, I remembered breasts that had a stranglehold on gravity as these do.

Ah the good old days.

But at least I have my gf!

ok the cloudiness today wasn’t welcome, but it was warm and wreck beach was sublime.

not too much pot, not too much booze. just enough pita and humous.

i went with tina. who is fucking amazing every month that goes by, even moreso.

near us and down the sand slope a bit were 2 asian girls having a good time. got there before us. kept their bikini bottoms on. made it more alluring.

tina, while not a raging bisexual, has enjoyed some of the girl fruits and appreciates beauty. she liked their bums. me too.

so they spent lotsa time topless but later in the day started doing the top on, but untied to avoid tan lines.

in the end of it all, they seemed to have a good day and got ready to leave. tops tied back on and starting to gather their gear on the little rolled wooden blanket thing they had. and one of these girls leans over to reach something, leaning in our direction. i’m looking at tina and seeing them in the background.

and this girl’s nipple slips out of her top towards the middle of her cleavage. very pretty. nothing we hadn’t seen, but with more allure now that its a forbidden peek. lol

and when she rolls back after grabbing an empty water bottle her friend tells her she’s popped out. and she blushes. very funny. and so duh, her friend bugs her for blushing. priceless.

but here’s where the sex tip comes in.

this nipple flasher finishes getting dressed to head back up to clothed reality, and puts a gold cross back on around her neck.

which means i guess that when they arrived she took it off. perhaps so jesus wouldn’t see her being naked or half naked. and i don’t want to judge because it’s really important to allow people to deal with their own boundaries with naturality their own way. but i sorta thought it would be better if she didn’t feel the need to take it off.

because i don’t think jesus would hate her for lying topless on the beach for an afternoon.

and in the end i can’t relate because i don’t wear a cross. so i can’t really put myself in her shoes. but you get my point.

so ya. don’t hide your cross. even when you’re at a nude beach.

my gf tina is a doll. her little sis is a dollface. she’s also a sentimental, kittens are proof that god loves us, kinda girl. not naive, but open-hearted.

i don’t mock the stuff she emails. tho sometimes i do reply with some good-humoured snark.

but this week she’s been sending this stuff about survivor stories from China’s earthquake last week.

and they’re killing me. so i share the three most amazing with you. no sex. no tips. no christian girls [as far as i know].

i hope these kill you too. in the good way.

1. a baby is found alive beside its mother who died. in the blanket with the baby is a cel phone. on it is a text message saying to tell my baby that i love her.

2. a man with about 2% vision is rescued after a couple days. massive injuries, head bonk. wakes up and can’t see but has almost 20% sight. whether it will last, they don’t know. he’s ecstatic to be alive, but his ability to see light better continually moves him to tears.

3. a still breast-feeding woman survives the earthquake, but her baby doesn’t. but with all the orphans, she is nursing 6 of them.

when it gets to a point in life where i cannot imagine how i would feel/cope in a situation because it is too profoundly unimaginable. i fall speechless. when i’m not crying.

i just have no words.

what is with this fucking rain.

i know i’m the first to say vancouver isn’t rain city for 5 months in the summer, but i’ve been back a few days and now its pouring.

a few things i’ve noticed since i last left 8 months ago.

- there is snow on grouse mountain. all the way to the bottom of the runs. wtf, climate change anyone? someone at the airport said it is el nino. could be, but fuck. cyclone in burma kills 30k and fuckers are skiing in vancouver in may. wtf i say.

- there seems to be a store selling big jugs of bottled water every fucking 6 blocks now. what the hell is wrong with our water? NOTHING. hear me? NOTHING!

- i promised diane to swing by maiwa on granville island to see if my uber-crush is still there. haven’t made it yet. search for maiwa on my blog to read about this goddess!

- diane’s convinced she’ll be in a porn by the end of the month. sure vancouver is no montreal, but a girl’s gotta know that money flows from 43 year old men’s cumming penises on the internet machine!

- haven’t actually hit wreck beach yet. but they say next weekend won’t have rain and it’ll get above 20 degrees. look out wreck. i’m coming!

- in my time back so far i’ve spent some quality time with buddy, his new psuedo-girlfriend, sanna and buddy’s bro [still going], tina and her friend and a host of others that have yet to make it into the blog. maybe this summer is it for some of them?

- my uncle pete is due to hit town when the bard on the beach opens in a few weeks. i will have LOTS to say about him then. hurry unc!

- my joint/orgasm/hour count now that i’ve been in vancouver for 81 hours is about 1:7.5 hours. can i keep that ratio up all summer?

- buddy’s psuedo-girlfriend is not bi. she doesnt want girls involved with her pussy. i respect that. i also like her lots. buddy has good taste. and she doesn’t particularly want to watch buddy fuck me. amazing. this will be interesting. diane wants to make her cum. i respect her quests!

that’s it for now. when the fucking sun shows up reliably i’ll have more to add.

and sex tips for christian girls? hmmm. tina’s developed a sex only relationship with a 21 year old boy at her church. he’s dating [casually] another girl at the church who’s 18 and a virgin virgin. not even a born again virgin. tina is a church slut.

the sex tip…virgin christian girls: your bf is probly not having sex with other girls. but they might be. the advice? me and tina couldn’t come up with any. maybe we’re not the ones to come up with it tho.

in touch,
holly

Ok, so a friend of my new gf’s sister went on a cruise last month with Rosie O’Donnell and Cindy Lauper and a bunch of others. I’ve had that girls just wanna have fun song in my head since i heard the stories.

this posting is an interview with Diane [her real name, for a change]. she’s my new gf. she’s 19. i’m 26 [i may have big/little sister issues]. she’s not like sanna who lied about her age so the number matched her maturity. i love you sanna!

having broken up with my boytoy at school before moving home to vancouver next month, i met diane.

she’s a friend of one of my roomies. no heterosexuals live in my house. 2 bi, 1 les, one gayboy. the other bi girl introduced me to diane. wow. i ower her my firstborn for that.

what follows is an msn exchange when diane was away for a few days. totally unedited. intended as a bio interview for the blog.

me: so yer a fan of the orgasm thing?

diane: oh yes. keep it cumming, love.

me: tell me about cumming.

diane: well i enjoy it alot. i got out of my way to get it. what dyou wan me to say?

me: well, the early days that led up to your bi life and your sexual deviances into hooking and porn. oh, and how your catholicism fits into it all.

diane: oh that. well i’ve always thot the virgin mary statues were pretty cute. i’m not the only 1 to feel that. ive talked to boys and girls who agree. it may be sick but its common. nice angelic face. that kinda thing. but i imagine people had lotsa acne back then. hygene couldn’t hvae been all that great. that’s not going where u want eh?

me: no. i forgive u. sexual past. start with that?

diane: ok. well, catholic school was fun. coed. lotsa boys. lotsa girls. lotsa cigarettes, homemade beer, pot. a bit of acid. lotsa parties at various cottages. and lotas sex. experimnting i guess. some times with a girl giving handjobs to two boys. but i guess my first real time of sexuality beyond just touching meself was at school. we had a mini-gym attached to the main gym. it was kinda weights room and it had a big mat down for the wrestlers. after a volleyball game me and some buds were hanging around the school late. we did that lots. there was community classes that came in later for badminton and stuff. but before that we were sitting in the weights room just chatting. me and my cousine and 2 boys. cant even remember there names. anyways we got to rolling around and kissing and stuff and swapping boys and at one point the guy on me gets off and starts rubbing my cousine’s boob. and the guy on her sits up and rubs the other one. and i’m just sitting there. wtf.

me: ya wtf

diane: well she was trying to get them to stop, pushin there arms away and stuff, but laughing. i wanted to help her but i didnt do anything but watch. and i figured she said no but meant yes. so i just watched. and then the one who was on me pulled up her shirt to her shoulders and started touching her breasts, the skin and under her bra. and she stopped fighting it and let it go. and teh other boy did the other breast. it was really hot.

me: and u were how old

diane: grade 9. cousine grade 10

me: did anyone get onto your boobs? or anything else?

diane: no. i was fine just watching. my cousine loves me. she enjoyed being this role model for me. the next summer she showed me her bi side.

me: so she got you into girls

diane: ya. just her really. for a couple years anyways.

me: and the rest of high school?

diane: no more girls. a few boys. lotsa playing at parties and stuff. trying to convince boys that kissing them and rubbing and stuff at parties doesnt mean were engaged. that its just fun. but sex with only a couple boys. then i graduated

me: ok the porns. howd u get to that

diane: my cousine’s dealer’s brother’s friend. simple eh. met him at a party. made out a bit. he tried to get my pants off and i said no. he said ok and told me about some work he did with camera work on porns and said i’d be great at it. like he would know. anyway we started dating and he took me to a shoot at a nice suburban house. said i could watch from teh back. got into a few good conversations with one of the guys and 2 of the girls. their other jobs, lives, gf’s and bf’s, school plans, sex history, details about hte industry and std’s and stuff.

me: so you got an agent?

diane: no. i just talked to marc and said i’d be interested but that i’d need to approve everthing to happen. one of the girls said that sometimes [rarely] things drift beyond the “script” and to insist that it stays to what everyone agrees on.

me: and your first time with it?

diane: it was the scene with carrie and the boy who comes in at the end and fucks her while i’m rubbing her boobs. and i felt good in front of the camera. i could ignore it and the others being there was just kinda a thrill. $450. pretty easy. it was in the same house as i visited that time. the next time was $575. sucked by the redhead, sucked the asian guy.

me: and the big money?

diane: $700. fucked by the asian guy and the guy with the crewcut.

me: and when was that

diane: january.

me: and your future adult film plans?

diane: none right now. but marc’s director gave me the name of a guy in vancouver. so maybe we’ll get into it.

me: ya we’ll see.

diane: cuz your porn-curiousity kills the cat bitch

me: ANYWAYS, lets talk about hte hooking

diane: yes my whoredom. yer a whore too.

me: i know but that comes later

diane: ok. so it started with a call from a guy i knew in high school. dated a bit but weren’t really compatible. he was 2 years ahead. he gets a job outta high school as a drug rep visiting doctors pushing various drugs. and he calls me up last june after we met up again at a party and he says he has a weekend training thing at le president hotel in sherbrooke. and i should come. so i go. i dont wanna date him but i like the vacation idea. i spend most of the weekend in teh pool chatting up some of the staff and a couple from buffalo. and he pays. and we drink and eat and order movies and fuck a few times. and once he wanted me to give him a handjob in the hot tub that looks like hugh hefners grotto, but i had too much respect for, i don’t know, everyone in the world, to do that in there. in teh end it was pretty easy. and an expensive weekend that he didnt really pay for past some of the booze and movies. and i like it. no strings. and that was it.

me: and then what

diane: then he calls me in july and we do it again. this time in toronto. same kinda arrangement. but this time i said i need to buy some nice earrings for our dinners. and we go to the hotel/mall jewelry store and he puts $300 on earrings for me.

me: such a whore

diane: i know. i liked it tho. and when i got home i called up the assistant manager of the cafe i work at who had moved to another outlet and said i would go out with him. he was asking lots. and we went to dinner and a bad movie and i told him we can go out again if he takes me away. this was my trip to buffalo.

me: and your high school boys?

diane: ya. the guys i hung with in high school. mostly there broke or in school (and broke). but a few of them are making some good cash and when i see them at parties and they ask me out, i tell them yes and wehre i’d like to go. and that if i need to shop for a nice clothes or bedroom accessories, they’ll do it for me.

me: and madeline

diane: ya. madeline i met online. she’s a dom and has 4 men in her town or time zone who she knows in person or online. they fund her rent, food and tuition. she’s only occasionally fucked 2 of them. but mostly she controls them and they support her lifestyle. shes my role model. aside form you.

me: xoxo

diane: and then there was last month. dyou want me to tell it

me: yes

diane: so my third weekend with this one guy from school. he was in my grade. took me to sherbrooke and montreal. and this time when we do the short drive we get to the hotel and go to the restaurant to eat. and this girl is sitting in the restaurant alone reading a book by jeanette winterson. and she’s cute and i like her smile at parts in the book. and my “bf” for the weekend says ya she’s cute. so i ask him to invite her to join us if she’s alone. and he totally doesn’t have the balls for it. so while he’s weaseling out of it i jsut get up and go over to her and say hey. and she says hey. and i say if yer alone, you’re welcome to join us. my names’ diane. and she says her name’s holy and that woudl be nice. she was meeting her father at the hotel and he left just b4 dinner so she was alone.

me: holly

diane: ya holly. holy holly. and we hit it off for dinner and get into the 3rd bottle of $40 wine and i say we should hit the hot tub. holly says she doesn’t have a bathing suit. so i say how about some drinks upstairs and she’s like ya and my friend’s thinking great thoughts.

me: and after a fun night and a boy who doesn’t have much energy after all that booze, we go get me a nice bathing suit the next day. he pays. $125. a bit of a waste cuz i’m usually naked when i’m swimming.

diane: and teh rest of the weekend is my little friend’s ultimate thrill of his life having a 3sum outta the blue.

me: and it’s nice cuz he was a nice boy. and sexually gentle and way out of his league when u and i were fucking. which is fine with me anyways.

diane: and you were a great pickup.

me: i know. it was fun.

diane: and you have a few marks, er boys in vancouver to keep it up. trips to whistler and stuff eh.

me: i know. it’ll be fun. we’ll make a go of it. it’ll be great summer in deedy!

diane: so is that it?

me: what

diane: the interview?

me: ya i guess. unless theres something u wanna add

diane: yes. its all about the orgasm bitch!

me: truth.

diane: xoxo

me: xoxo