Here I am, trying to find things to do in the next several days to ward off the start of school [denial, i know], and i’m trolling my stats for the search terms people use to get to…me. Here are the best of the 1′s [spelling is, of course, optional!]:

Braless at church. I’m so impressed that anyone would think to google that. How awesome!

In touch,

Holly

Not that there’s anything wrong with that…

Being bi myself, I can’t really judge Charlotte’s boy at all. But the unfortunate part of all this is that Charlotte assumes everyone at her church is straight…because they’re at her church.

Being Christian doesn’t mean you’re straight. Most Christians are straight because most people are mostly straight.

Christians at conservative not-so-gay friendly churches are not allowed to be gay. And if they are, as long as they don’t partake of any gay sex, they’re technically not sinning.

Christians at progressive, liberal churches can be as gay as they like.

But my dear Charlotte has liked this boy for some time now. She’s spoken of him often and last sunday I attended her church, mostly to see this dude. She insisted I wear a bra, btw. 

So in about 10 seconds after meeting this guy, I knew he was gay. And he, of course, doesn’t know she has a crush on him. I can’t tell if he knows he’s gay or if he’s just ok with being who he is. He just seems to like Charlotte. And why not. She’s awesome.

But the assumption that males at conservative churches are worth being attracted to because they’re not gay for sure, is a bad one. It means girls don’t have to cultivate gaydar. This can be a debilitating disease.

Now, our agenda is to figure out why Charlotte is falling for a gay guy. Has she done this in the past? What has been her relationship like with her father? Is she looking for a safe guy to avoid real sex pressures or actual commitment?

These are the questions we are now talking about.

And maybe I’m reading too much into it. Maybe Charlotte just lacks gaydar. But either way, we’re going to get to the bottom of it!

In touch,

Holly

Last weekend i spent a wonderful time in Kelowna. At the Delta. A big ass expensive hotel, with nice sheets. But sadly, not a view of the lake. For me anyway.

Technically, I was a prostitute. I was driven in the fellow’s car, had my meals and the room paid for [tho his business covered the room], enjoyed the gifts of lingerie and a summer dress, and got fucked a number of times in exchange.

I returned home with no $100 in my purse or anything tho. So technically…

But beyond technicalities, I hooked.

The guy was no stranger. He is the separated husband of a woman who taught at my school until last year. She was hard core in the micromanaging, cold fish, control freak way. She didn’t “get” students. And their need to not work 100% of their lives. They had been together for about 9 years. Married for  5. He got over her intensity and dumped her.

He works in branding/marketing. Two things I REALLY don’t like, but I like his body. And he’s really funny.

Over the weekend, I learned his soon-to-be ex was an intense fucker. Intense like at school. Liked to suck him till he came, then get him hard again and make him work her until she came. Sometimes more than once.

So I did a bit of that. He enjoyed parts of the weekend doing the exact same stuff he did with her, but with the difference being me and my body and my style. Same process, different content he called it. These marketing people, eh!

But my highlights were my times to explore what of him i’d always found attractive.

I wore no bra in the car and took off my panties on the highway. Did some rubbing in the car, of me, not him. My breasts and my clit.

And when we checked in i walked into the bathroom, into the shower, turned it on and wet me and my dress all up. And he fucked me all wet on the bed. That started the weekend well.

We got some room service and drank a bit, then he went out to the casino with some clients/marks.

Around 1130pm he phones me and asks if it’s ok to have some boys over to the room. I say sure. Committed to not fucking all 3 of them. And I didn’t, but I know that was a thing in his mind to see if it would end up there. Saucy man.

We all had drinks. They were generally polite, asking what I did, etc., but not so much about how me and “John” met. I guessed he told them, but I don’t think they know much about his marital past. New clients, or newish.

And then they left and I stripped and tied up John and gratified myself beside him on the bed while seeing if he’d cum. Nope. Good boy. Then I ordered pizza.

And while I opened the door only enough to bring in the pizza, John wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t fling the door wide open for delivery boy to see. Cue the porn music. I don’t know why he was worried. Maybe because that’s what I said I’d do with the door.

Bitch?

Bitch.

Whore, too.

Saturday, John’s is in conference/meeting/sales/branding/inspiration mode. I miss him all day. Sniff. I got shopping with his two . There are only 7,000 stores on Harvey. And one thing I love about the OK is that wearing a bikini around town, in the Subway, in the mall, is a uniform for some and not a problem for anyone [outwardly anyways].

And when I was in Sweet Dreams there were 3 girls [and by girls I mean 18-20] trying on things. One ended up quite high maintenance because each of the 3 of them and the staff sweetie all had different opinions about her “real” bra size. Clearly she had never had a proper fitting before. But after 19 million opinions she got some truth. 38C not 36D. That was fun to watch. But in the end she had to come to terms with not self-identifying as a D.

After the fitting and more hijinks and tryings-on, I mentioned to her in the corner how I’m a B. And while it’s not size that matters, it IS what you do with it. And I went into my stall and tightened up my bra one clasp and came back out and said that this difference makes a dull evening at the bar quite unpredictable. Then I went back in and loosened it to one clasp too loose and came back out and said, same for this. in a different way. It’s all about how you introduce your breasts to the world. And then I said I’d still fuck a penis regardless of which way it curves. FTW.

Anyway, I came away from there with this:

It’s a nice piece. Feels smooth. So picture this without the discrete bra and panty underneath it and that’s what i wore the rest of the weekend when we were in the room. Lots of access. And it got good and creamy.

Spent some time in the pool and sauna, got a bit frisky with myself in the sauna. That was nice. Then around 430pm John comes back to the room and I model my outfit for him. I ensure some time demonstrating the sheerness with which to see my nipples. And how I can untie the top to pull out a boob for him and rub a recently released cock head on it. And how I can lie back on the bed and push the skirt down to cover my cunt but not hide its terrain. And how I can sit on the back of the couch with one foot up there too showing how such a little skirt allows his cock to rub along my lips while I rub his balls. And how I can hold his phone and take a short video of his cock rubbing my sticky lips [not inside my cunt, mind you, because that would be fornication] and how for all day he hasn’t been able to fuck me that as i pull off the shoulder of my top and push his fingers onto my nipple, that he can cum on the outside my cunt and cream the skirt.

Then we dress for dinner, coMMANdo! With me in a navy sheer top over a cream cami and yoga skirt.

We came back to the room and slipped into the tub for a http://www.soapymassage.com. Me likey.

For breakfast, I sat on his face and he ate my cunt. Then I wouldn’t fuck him. Just kept saying no until it got so late we wouldn’t have enough time to get down to the restaurant to eat before his session. Cutting it close, I made him fuck me fast so we’d still be able to rush downstairs. But I took the poke up against the window with my yoga skirt up in the back, wondering how many people out there were drifting off to find a good local church. No one looked up and stared, though a few did glance up. They weren’t obvious though if their looks lingered.

After a quick tidy up we breakfasted and I swam and we checked out cruised a few girlclothes shops until I found a great summer dress with which to drive home in, coMMando! Of course.

He dropped me off and I felt nothing like a prostitute. I felt like a girl on more than a one night stand. It lasted 3 days, but it was much like a one night stand, which is usually not prostitution. Sure I got food, clothes, travel, rooms, uninterrupted naps, etc. but when i go out on dates, the fellow [only if he's new] pays for dinner and a movie/play/cover and usually drives. And buys me liquor. And I either fuck him or i don’t.

Prostitutes have sex for money.

What’s the difference?

but with our reasonably open, polyamourous relationship, of me, him and my gf [and his gf sometimes], we’re pretty cool with it all.

but we hit a new high of amazing with his story from thursday night.

he was at the irish heather. showed up to meet a friend after the spectacular canucks game. not so much.

his friend was with a girl he know from work and her friend from sfu, an elementary school student teacher, “kelly”. i’m a high school teacher, buddy likes me. he took an interest in the student teacher. nice fellow. hospitable.

turns out this student teacher is the kelly osbourne body type, not quite half way from chubby to svelte. who turns down fatties, goes the sick demeaning saying? only rude boys. my buddy isn’t rude. now i’m not fat, but i have serious hips. curviness. buddy likes that. me too.

he described her like this. attractive to look at. moved and talked sensually, like she was a dancer, and had a tone of erotic.

after some short small talk amongst all 4 of them, he moves beside her and smiles and says boy, you’re a real triple threat. as he’s telling me this i roll my eyes, wondering what it means, but it sounds like a baaaaad line. quite beneath him.

kelly says how so. buddy tells her she is very attractive to the eye, a sensual person as she relates to other people, but he leaves out the 3rd thing. she asks about the omission. he says he’ll tell her later. tease.

she says she’s about to go, so he should tell her now. he asks where. she says she needs to take a cab to sandbar to meet her roommate to borrow her apartment key. then she asks if he’d like to go to sandbar with her.

clothes check:

buddy: jeans, sweater.

kelly: plaid skirt, shirt with buttons and “frilly lacy sleeves and neckline”. [i love his sense of fashion.]

he says yeah, but she needs to do something first. she says what. he says she needs to give him her panties for safekeeping. and that’s the 3rd part of the triple threat. and she smiles and does the squint thing he likes so much and says ok. and she walks past him, rubbing her arm along his chest [which gives him more of a boner], and heads to the bathroom.

a minute later she’s back and she and buddy tell their respective friends they’re heading to sandbar and all say see ya.

buddy gets outside with kelly to look for a cab and turns to her, saying “well?”

and she squeezes her baby blue panties into his hand. he opens them up and grins and she quickly closes them up again and stuffs them back into his hand and closes it.

and he moves beside her and puts his arm around her while they wait for a cab. and he slides his arm down her arm to her waist, then slides his hand from her waist, over her hip and down her thigh a bit and back up. feeling her skirt and enjoying the feeling of knowing there’s nothing but skin under it.

cab comes and they get in.

on the way he leans over and tells her to move her knees apart. she says no, smiling. i suppose she didn’t want to get anything on in a cab. so he asks if she’d do it if he promises not to touch her. she says ok and opens her legs.

and he doesn’t touch her. gentleman. though he does move his hand over and around and in between her knees, just without touching her.

but he does lean back over to her and says that because she’s such a triple threat, he wants to come in her three times before the sun comes up. and she smiles and he explains in intricate detail how she shifts her body around in her seat a bit as if she were suddenly uncomfortable.

she later told him that while she was vaginally moist in the bathroom when stripping, once he said that, she got all drippy.

and when they got to sandbar, they met her roommate upstairs and got her keys and they walked the 20 minutes home to her apartment on false creek. tho they stopped a couple times for necking and once to look out over the water while he stood behind her and rubbed his cock on her ass and pushed her hand onto her crotch to rub a bit. and then he felt how nuclear hot her pussy was.

inside her apartment he pushed her up against the hall way wall and started kissing her and pulled her skirt up to rub her ass.

then he went down on her and played with her muff [longish], sucked her clit and fingered her until she came. then they went into her bedroom and without all that delay of stripping, he fucked her and came in her and when he pulled out and his come started dripping out he pulled her panties out of his pants pocket and rubbed her pussy with them, teasing out the rest of his come and sopping it up in her panties.

then they made out some more and got naked and he got his cock hard again eventually rubbing on her boobs. and then he fucked her again for a long time. too soon for him to come again, he just fucked and lubed and fucked and lubed, mostly doggy style, until she came again.

then there was sleep. then there was the middle of the night wake up fuck: scissor position. and he filled her again.

then more sleep. then after a while she wakes him up while she’s giving him a hand job. she climbs on top and rides him until he cums, doesn’t take long. morning wood and all.

then they shower [more sucking her clit] then have some eggs and he takes off.

i never really had any illusions that elementary school teachers were more pure and virginal than high school teachers. but when i heard all this story, i realized that i don’t know many elementary school teachers who are so slutty. so maybe i did have a kind of bias. not so much any more. she was a fuck fiend. in the best of ways.

and so friday when buddy got home, he was on fire and poked my pussy until we were raw. then he tells me this story.

what a gal, this kelly. and while she’s not bi, she has been with girls a couple times. and i’m interested in adding a +1 to that when she comes over sunday afternoon before she goes to her folks house in burnaby for easter dinner.

she already told buddy that this holiday weekend is feeling more like thanksgiving than easter. and not because she hadn’t been poked in years or anything, but just that she had never had 3 pokes and 2 slurps all inside 12 hours before.

i like this girl already!

But that’s irrelevant. Age is an illusion.

I have smaller titties than this gem, but hip-wise, I’m in the ball park. Especially in the proportion department.

I wear skirts at work and people think I have a huge ass. I have a volumptuous ass. Thank you so much for licking and sucking it my beautiful friends!

But when I wear jeans, I get drooling stares. Jeans. Skirt. Night and day. Boys are such one-dimensional hormones sometimes. But I love them for that. Everyone grows. Or most do anyway.

The ApertureScience sex tip is obvious. Embrace your hips. Straddle potential is huge. More to love. Room for two or three cocks to slide all over it. I pity the 97 pound petite girls sometimes because once a couple boys get all over them, the boys are bumping hips trying to move cocks around to cool places.

And it’s easy to overwhelm a petite pelvic cavity sometimes too. That can feel good, but it’s also limiting.

But the biggest self-esteem boost I’ve received on my ass was actually ON my ass. Met a boy, became friends. Sought out benefits. Went drinking. Went to his place. Got inside the door and started making out inside the door. I excused myself to the bathroom to take off my panties and replace my jeans. I exited the bathroom and he was there. He propped me against the wall and turned me around and started rubbing his cock on my ass while grabbing it and squeezing it and pulling my hips towards him.

I feebly reached back to tug at his jeans to get his cock out, so he helped out. So I bent over to get the meaty inside of my ass over his cock and the second he pushed his cock back onto my jeans, grabbing my hips, he came.

Soaked my jeans and my blouse. He was really sorry and I loved it. I love making boys cum, especially when they’re so excited by my body and that time my ass.

And once that first cum was outta the way we were still able to get some good humping in throughout the night. Can’t let a good night go to waste, doncha know!

And so the moral of the story is really simple. Boys love asses. If some boy thinks my ass is too big, that’s usually just a shallow first impression. Once I put it in motion and in play and all over him, and I want to fuck him, he opens up like the blood filled cock that he is sometimes.

And my ass is his and he likes it. Luscious and lovely.

And that my friends is why hippy chicks are killer grinders. Line up and take your fucking like a man!

I originally started this post a few days ago when I heard about #1, but then before I could finish it I heard about #2 and #3.

The delays have come from my ovaries sobbing. I’ve had a few random bouts of weeping when I think about or tell friends about these events. Google them to get correct facts. I won’t read the stories anymore so I may have drifted from total accuracy.

I think it means I want to be a mommy. Not today. Not 22 months ago when I was pregnant for several days. But sooner than never.

Seriously. Get your tissues.

#1

A woman in England was 7 months pregnant. She had a teenage son, his 2 friends and her toddler in her car. It went off the road and into 6 feet of water. She got out of the car, but HAD TO CHOOSE WHO TO SAVE NEXT when she went back down. She got her toddler out, but she couldn’t save her son. His friends were able to escape the car. There was something about his window being closed which hurt his ability to get out, and that the mom asked him to close his window some time before the accident because it was too windy for the toddler in the back. Tragedy with a Sophie’s choice mixed in. Brutal. Fucking brutal.

#2

A Vancouver man was driving on one of the San Juan Islands in Washington State. In the car was his wife, also 7 months pregnant. An SUV coming from the opposite direction, crossed the centre line, threatening to hit their car. The nature of the events were such that the only thing he could do to avoid a head-on collision what would have killed them both was to turn the wheel of his car so the SUV hit his side of the car, to give his wife and unborn baby a chance to survive. They did. He didn’t. Fucking brutal.

#3

I’m not all sentimental about 9/11. It’s been a horrible decade in part because of it, but also because of what lots of evil bastards in the world did in response. Bush, etc. Nuff said. But I saw something this weekend about 9/11 that got me all weeping again. It was something about the thousand of unidentified body parts recovered from ground zero. And that one of the most heartbreaking ones was a man’s fist tightly holding a child’s hand. I cannot even stomach that.

So.

Hug the ones you love. Hard.

And let the tears fall where they may.

the first rule of braless parties is that girls who do not arrive without a bra are required to take them off. they may take it home when they leave.

that’s it. otherwise, it’s just a party, except with nipples everywhere. and a heightened state of eroticism.

i like games with a small number of rules. like, orgasm=suck me. simple.

we’ve had about 5 nights in the last few weeks that have been declared braless. we’ve tried for 4 more, but various girls vetoed the idea.

i can respect that. we tried once they were already over. not everyone was interested. now we give fair warning. but not every party is braless. that’s just CRAZYass!!!

so our tina’s young fresh nubile virginal adventurous timid honest shy outgoing cool nerdy sister has moved to town. going to sfu studying arts. pick a major lllllllllllllllater girl. good girl.

and she’s living in res and enjoying meeting people.

and she’s come over a few times. only 1 was a time when we were having a braless party.

that’s her bra above. C-cup. but she’s already gained 3 pounds since she moved to town in august so we’re bugging her about the other 10 pounds she’ll gain this year and how she’ll need all new bras. she’ll have none of that. good girl again.

at any rate, she’s a good girl. christian too, so i approve.

she’s had some boyfriends, she’s been to third base, she’s dated guys who weren’t virgins, but she still is. and her goal is to change all that. not in the same crazy sex-fiend way that i did 6 years ago when i came to vancouver. at least i hope.

no i take that back. i hope she does what she does. even bad shit is a learning experience.

me and tina and her have created an adultfriendfinder.com account for her. we won’t tell her i.d. though. but if you ask me [smwr1982] i might tell it if i screen you and you pass. lol

she realllllly wants to go in there and hang out in the chat rooms and hear how all that’s done. i told her it’s less representative of the real world than the real world. our parties are also less representative, but at least at our place there won’t be 900 boys trying to get her to watch them cum.

not that there’s anything wrong with that.

so of all the hijinks going on at our braless parties, tina’s sister has been a good little girl. granted the majority of girls at these parties don’t spring into orgies. in fact, most nights nothing happens.

but one things for sure. her statuesque build and big boobies are a hit.

and while she has not been ignored by the boys, she’s staking out her turf.

this is just one benefit of braless parties.

i highly recommend them. especially if you like the boobies!:)

in touch,

holly and tina

ok, so i’m down for all 6.

1. Asserting your desires can create a tremendous sense of power.

Yes.

2. It might help you transcend your inhibitions.

“This is the very target at which critics aim their arrows—how can women enjoy sex without an emotional connection?!—but this lack of investment can be freeing. It’s the same relative anonymity that causes some people to blurt out their deepest secrets to their hairdresser or a taxi driver.”

yes, or the girl in the coffee shop in montreal. then you start dating. then you drag her back to vancouver with you and put her pix at the top of your blog!

so true!

3. You’ll learn more about your sexuality

um, fuck yeah.

4. You might learn about yourself emotionally

“The fear and propaganda around one-night stands isn’t just sexist, it’s illogical. Bad long-term relationships involving miscommunication, unmet expectations, and lies are just as likely to damage participants as any sexual disappointment on a short-term scale.”

this is why i gleefully call myself a whore. to defuse the judgement that i get as a loose woman, when men are admired for the same behaviour.

5. You might be a better partner in a committed sexual relationship

“If you’ve experienced sex as a vehicle for relatively emotionally uncomplicated pleasure, you may even be less likely to go along with sex you don’t want, or to seize upon sex as a tool for manipulation.”

life’s short. try it once, if you don’t like it, move on. ok, maybe try it twice with a second partner.

“Another recent study, one conducted on 1,311 Minnesotans between the ages of 18 and 24, found that there was no correlation between emotional or mental distress and casual sex.”

liberation!

6. You’ll learn more about sex

liberation, some more.

jury’s in. get on it.

and to celebrate, the next cute chick i see in a coffee shop, sorry not starbucks tho, i’m going to flip my hair, bat my eye lashes and lean in close to see if she’d like to fuck me.

who will join me on this grand quest!?

perhaps the morning will bless me with clarity.

MILFs are hot and popular. it’s fun for young boys to dream of fucking their friends’ moms. is it socially acceptable to do it because usually it’s the middle aged dad who dumps the family and marries his 22 year old secretary, so MILFing is evening it up?

but what of DILFs?

are there DILFS that are any different from that balding, paunched Corvette buying douchebag?

can a 16 year old girl fuck the 39 year old dad of her class mate and it be ok?

it seems like no.

it seems like a power imbalance or a violation or a rape, of a kind.

but then is it ok if it’s a MILF and a 16 year old boy?

it seems more ok. maybe it’s still a power violation, but it’s culturally popular.

all else being equal tho, and if it’s not a rape/violation, is it the case that because DILFs and teen girls is less socially acceptable, girls are being discriminated against because it’s not cool to fuck their friends’ dads?

put another way, is MILFs as a thing, another way to disempower girls [not older women, mind you]?

what dyou say?

And while I’m far from a hardcore capitalist, I think the porn industry can improve if women are more critical as consumers. Here’s something cool I read. I may even read this book. OK, skim it.

To quote Erika Lust – “We want sexually explicit images, but we want to call the shots when it comes to how they are made.” She also says, “We want films that are made for adult women, films that show us real women, films that tell us about our sexuality. We don’t want to be portrayed as passive objects or victims but as active subjects giving and receiving pleasure. We want to see other women enjoying themselves.”

- From http://lovecoachjourney.wordpress.com/2010/07/30/adult-movies-designed-to-appeal-to-women/

My bf is not big into cocks. Porn for men is about the cumshot. He likes it because he puts himself in the place of the pornstar.

THAT’S WHAT I FUCKING WANT TOO!

Get it, porn industry?

This is the kind of thing I want more of! So don’t make me do it for myself. I will and I will enjoy it, but I will also pay for it.

In touch,

Holly

My name is Tina and I’m an alcoholic.

Oh wait. That’s for another kinda meeting.

It’s been about 2 years since I’ve been in here. Lots has changed. Gordon [Barry] is gone. He dumped me. I cried and cried and cried. OK. I didn’t. I just grieved for a while. We were not monogamous and we fooled around together and individually and he met someone. Someone whose baggage was simpler, but that’s not why he went with her.

She was taller. She had longer hair. She had larger breasts. She had a pierced hood.

None of this matters. He actually loved her more than me and he could envision a future better with her than me. THAT makes sense. I’m not totally jaded and off marriage, but I need more work than she does.

They aren’t engaged, but they will be.

Ok. Good venting, Tina. Healthy.

Yes, Holly. Mexico. She’s a mean editor!

I went to Mexico with a gf in February during the Olympics. Holly is cheap. She has a job, but is afraid of her student loan burden. Lame ass. But I can respect her.

Truth is, I missed her. She has this job thing too. I guess that matters.

So I leave town during the Olympics with just one friend. She is married but her 80 hour/week lawyer husband is married to his job. She needs to find time for her life on her own at times.

So, we’re in Cabo for a week. Nice hotel on the beach. Nice pool bar. Nice hot tub near the sand. All the wonderful cliches!

So on day 3 we take a van ride up the coast to a beach that isn’t going to kill us if we go in. Surfers are there. Winnies from Colorado. That kind of thing.

And there are 6 other people on the van from this hotel and the next one over. And there’s this weird Vegas kind of thing about what happens in Cabo stays in Cabo. Not that there are beach orgies or anything, but various people we encounter are really friendly, but just skip the name thing.

Many were from Canada and some were probably on our plane, but it’s just a “have a good time, don’t bother with strings like names.” And that’s ok.

So one guy of the group in the van was interesting to many of us. Nice looking, nice personality. Pleasant all around. And alone when most everyone else was with a friend.

And later that night my friend goes to sleep early. Two days of margs and very late nights and jet lag are killing her. Me? I have a 2 drink maximum. Weighing 76 pounds means I’m a cheap drunk.

So I’m in the hot tub approaching 11pm. A few other folks are in there and a fellow comes by at 1030 and 1045 and 1100 to say the hot tub, pool and pool bar are closing at 1100pm.

So I’m getting ready to get out after the 11pm announcement and no one else is. Me, not having been in the hot tub at closing time yet. So no one’s getting out and they say it’s because that’s the hotel’s closing time. After 11pm is anarchy time.

And I see this because about ten minutes later a couple walks up the beach from way down there, gets to the hot tub, takes off their bathing suits and climbs in. Johnny 1977 is the guy. I say this because he had as much pubic hair as someone from a 70s porn movie. Awesome!

So van boy has been in the hot tub since before I got in. And we’ve been talking on and off like we did during the day. And at times he’s moved beside me and our legs have touched and arms. And at one point he lifts one of my legs up over his knees and rubs my shin and knee and a bit up my thigh. I’m smiling and find it ok.

And then he holds my hand and rubs it with his other hand. Very nice, but really an escalation from a gentle shin stroking.

And then he glides my hand over my leg and thigh and moving on to my belly [I'm in a one-piece]. Then he moves my hand up to my neck and slides it down between my breasts, down my belly to the top of my pussy then along alllll my thigh. What a nice boy!

So after the naked couple get in, he declares the hot tub is clothing optional after closing. Now I’m no prude and I enjoy Wreck Beach, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to get naked in here with these folks.

Why? No reason really. Just that that’s something I’ve never done. It takes me about 5 minutes though to realize I had no reason. So while van boy takes off his shorts, I lifted my leg up and rubbed my thigh on his cock. Strangely, it was hard.

And once I realized I had no reason not to, I took of my suit. And he went straight for my belly. Rubbing it, moving up to a breast, down to my pussy. And while people were enjoying themselves in the hot tub and someone lit a [bad] joint, and we were having a good time.

Van boy, however, was needing some release. And cumming in a hot tub is such bad form. So he invites me to the beach and we stroll down to the shore to sit in the surf [where it won't drag us to our deaths] and he wants to fuck but I don’t.

He wants me to blow him, but I don’t.

He wants me to give him a handjob, but I don’t. Nothing personal, but I’ve just really “met” him. So I say he should just rub it off and let me watch and then if things go well, there’ll be time for fucking later and he won’t be so cum-needy.

So he jerks off and cums in the water and it’s awesome. Hot, night sky, on the beach in Mexico, naked, pretty much alone and this nice boy cums for me. It goes a long way to loosening me up.

And we talk a bit about the day trip. Post-coital chatting. Nice.

Good beaches, his fantasies. How, when I press him, he admits my friend is hot too. I promise it won’t count against him.

And he tells me that since I’m so open-minded he lets me know that he also found a teenage girl on the van today to be hot. Not that that’s a big stretch. She was there with her mom and younger brother [about 10]. She was about 17, but kind of plain looking. Not at all unattractive, but not into the sexing it all up for school thing.

So he said that even though I’m great and everything, he wished she were in the hot tub with her bikini and that skirt she wore over her bathing suit because she has a largish, but not at all fat ass. And her small breasts [in my neighbourhood] and how it would be nice to take her up to his room because she probably wouldn’t take off her bathing suit in the hot tub.

And assuming she were a virgin who had never done much more than second base with a boy, he would take her into his shower and hug and kiss her and rub her tits. Then take off her top and suck her nipples. Then massage her ass and promise to keep everything out of her pussy if he could take off her bikini bottom so he could rub her clit and suck her.

And I am sooo enjoying his little story that I get a little rubbing going.

And he continues with how he’d bring her to the bed and suck her clit more. And if she were interested in sucking him that would be good. And if not, she could rub his cock. And in this I see he’s working our last 10 minutes into the story.

And that if she’s never seen a boy cum before, he’d rub one off for her. So she says for him to do that and he does. And he cums on his belly for her to rub her fingers in it. And she does and rubs his cum on his softening cock and balls.

And then he’d do everything he could to get her interested in him fucking her. But since she’s 17, he’d respect her decision to keep her pussy unfilled. What a gentleman.

And after all that, he passed the test. What test? Not really sure. Just that I got him to lie down and I sat on his face. He had earned the right to suck me off. Good boy.

And while no one from the hot tub left it and came down to watch, even though we were rather far away, I knew they could see me sitting on his face. And I very much enjoyed that.

So I left it at that. I put on my sandy bathing suit and went back to our room to shower most of the sand off me.

I left it with him that while I wouldn’t fuck him that night, there were still days left. We’ll see. I was leaning towards doing it, but there was part of me not quite sure. And I never got quite sure.

But we did spend some time with him. He remained fun to hang out with. Nothing all weird or anything from our sex games.

And whenever we saw the family with the young girl we had knowing glances to share and he dropped a few comments about new fantasies. I kept my fantasies of her to myself, after all, we were largely strangers.

And we generally speculated on whether he was right with his fantasy guess that she had only ever been to second base. We’d see things she’d do, or how she was sitting and suggest she had more sexual experience than just that. Fun games all around.

And I don’t really have a sex tip here, except to say it’s important to listen to your gut, but don’t forget your head.

My gut said don’t take my bathing suit off in the hot tub. My head rightly said that I didn’t have a reason, let alone a good reason.

Then, my gut said not to fuck van boy, but just to let him suck me off. And my head respected that. After all, taking off your bathing suit in a hot tub with strangers in a foreign country is one thing. Letting some guy’s cock inside you is quite another.

Anyways.

I’m trying to see if this person could explain to me coherently why America is at the centre of God’s plan. Here’s my Twitter conversation with SeasonsOfGrace. Crazy, man, just crazy shit.
@SeasonsOfGrace i’m sorry, what does jesus have to do with america’s decline? i don’t get that. 42 minutes ago via HootSuite

@HollyOrzabal If you are a Christian, you should know this. Study that Bible! STUDY IT! Read every day. That is God’s word to you! 30 minutes ago via web in reply to HollyOrzabal

@SeasonsOfGrace i’m honestly not trying to distract you. cuba, venezuela, n.korea, china are socialist. i have just free healthcare & K-12. 5 minutes ago via HootSuite in reply to SeasonsOfGrace

but here is a good question about where to go in the married bedroom:

QUESTION: “My wife and I love the Lord with all our hearts, and we don’t want to do anything to sin against Him. Our question is in the area of oral sex. Is it scripturally wrong for married couples?”

and the answer on the webpage is correct: the bible doesn’t forbid blowjobs or bum fucking. for married partners. and while the page has a link to onanism, and Sodomites, there is no godly or earthly reason why a man should not fuck his wife’s ass. and there is nothing against them in a healthy 69 escapade!

yay blow jobs and anal sex!

but here’s my commentary. the fact that good christians are so “led” to stop thinking for themselves that they have to ask such [and many other] questions is one of the things about conservative christianity i can’t deal with. obedience to the point of sacrificing one’s own mind.

now i’m not married and i love blowjobs and [more recently] anal sex. and i use my mind to determine that while unmarried i can partake of these delicious delights. and surely i’m going to hell for this, mostly because i’m unrepentant. according to the conservative church anyway.

but i’m not so conservative, so that’s ok with me.

in the end, the bible has no comments on my vibes, lubes, girlfucking, girls grinding on the dance floor at Lick, or what i do to my girlfriend in the tub.

we must use our minds, oh children of god! and let us pray that our bodies are aligned with our minds and we can figure out what is sensible without turning to the likes of the pastor at my childhood church, who really had his head up his ass.

i wonder what the bible says about that.

dozens of girls. exhibitionism to the people! liberation!

and while many are in a nice bra/panty set, some are going gyno thumping. lotsa eastern european women. lotsa fun.

Blaire

WildLovexxx

but there are two worth mentioning. while many don’t talk at all, some talk a lot. Blaire and WildLovexxx.

i met Blaire several nights ago. she was talking about her life, her loves/passions/sexuality/etc. very refreshing to see someone’s soul/personality.

i ran into WildLovexxx this afternoon on my sick day, which wasn’t sick as much as a mental health day.

she too was chatty about her life and interests, etc.

and while WildLovexxx was ok being mostly topless, Blaire is a no-nude cam girl. very interesting because the site is all about sex. except there were 200-400 people in each of their cam/chatrooms when i saw them.

so presenting an actual personality seems to kick in well.

and frankly, these are two girls, i would enjoy going for a beer with. like younger cousins.

sure, they’re attractive and exhibitionists and sexy and all that, but they are also really interesting people. and i hate to say it, but there are precious few who would be a lot of fun going out for a beer with for more than about 45 minutes. both of these two girls hit that.

So we caught up a bit after church last week and set a time to go out to see Alice in Wonderland tonight.

Ok, so it’s a crush and that’s ok. When we met at the theatre with like 20 minutes to spare, tix were sold out so we went for a beer. Which in reality was a pitcher of sangria. And we talked for a while and figured on trying again next week for the movie.

So we were heading back to the train to head home, rode the train and at my stop she got off too cuz we were in the middle of a discussion about Johnny Depp. A luscious conversation.

And after a few minutes I was about to go and I gave her a hug.

Hugging is good. Always. I hate shaking hands. Lame.

And the hug was the kind of hug after the kind of evening where I wanted to turn it into a groping hug and bum squeezing hug and pelvis bumping hug and an invitation to come back to my place so we could play around.

And after all these months and tonight and everything I was not sure she would go for that. And now that I’m all mature and wise and not young and stupid [always, anyway] I just hugged her with the love of a friend and I injected no sexual overtures into it.

I just held her. For the normal length of  a hug. And when I was loosening up at the end of the normal length, she wasn’t letting go, so i re-held on. Just hugging in a motionless holding.

And she just got warmer. Not emotionally [though she was], like physically. Keeping the hold on, waiting for me to do something other than just hold her. And the warmer was the rising tension of something not yet happening.

And if it all ended there, that would have been just fine. A warm, tender, loving friend hug. Felt good.

But she pulled out and smiled at me and kissed my cheek. Spectacular. I felt so loved and desired and hot and wanted and affirmed and and and and…

So I smiled big and putting one hand on her cheek I kissed her other cheek. And while my other hand could quite easily have done nothing, I nevertheless put it on her hip. But mostly back around her hip. Not quite on her ass, not quite on her thigh, but behind her hip enough so I could pull it about an inch closer to me.

And we said goodnight and I left. And heading up the escalator I looked back and she was standing there looking forward to where the train would take her closer to her home. And with her right hand she brushed her hair back from in front of her left shoulder to behind her shoulder, then she slid her hand from her shoulder down along her breast and crossed her arms.

And that, that, that is the thing I want to do to her the next time I see her.

Maybe we can agree to wear skirts to Alice when we actually go to see it.

this back bend pose is not easy but it’s not killer. i used to cry doing it, but i’m getting quite good now.

fucking in yoga poses is a real treat for your muscles and soul.

the post-dinner, pre-clubbing fuck tonight used back bend. but with a variation.

diane sat cross-legged behind me, to support me when i drew backwards into the pose so i wasn’t having to hold my own weight.

buddy spent some time slurping my pussy while my legs were wider than i usually do in just the yoga pose.

after i was well wet, he slid into me.

a combination of flexing, relaxing, tensing, then leaning on diane helped the whole motion thing to augment what buddy got going.

when he came, i was able to hold my whole lower body flexed for like an hour before letting go of his cock. ok, it wasn’t so much an hour, but it felt like it. probably 30-45 seconds though.

and while i don’t usually see stars when i fuck, the culmination of the sex and the flexing and the orgasm drifted me slightly out of consciousness and into that delirium place.

so. while lotsa christian girls don’t do yoga because they think it’s heathen, many do.

and if you do and if you can prop yourself in behind by a trusty girlfriend or boyfriend while a fellow fucks you in front, you will find the back bend pose a warm, receptive position to be lusciously fucked.

amen.

in touch,

holly

They came home tonight all tired at like 1030pm exhausted from lotsa partying.

Now I don’t approve of the Olympics for 87 reasons, but I love my buds and I know they like a good street party.

So with buddy and Diane and me, and the 3 of them, and 3 of buddy’s buds, 2 of whom brought bongs, we are at 4 bongs here tonight. No waiting. Almost no waiting, anyway.

And someone said we should play strip bong. like strip poker, but with bongs. ok, it was me who said it. i said “someone” because i didn’t wanna take credit for an idea with no bones.

see, strip bong sounds good, but i don’t know the rules of it. so a hollow kinda suggestion.

but i’m ok with it now.

Tostitoes help alot.

i think in the end. it will come down to some arbitrary “rule” like thing that will let people just get naked. i know some won’t want to. and that’s ok.

maybe we do a mystery bong. every time the second hand hits the 4, one of the bongs makes the person holding it take something off. yes, this has potential. so every minute at the 4, we draw a card and starting with the last bong that was magical, we could bongs until we get to the number on the card. then the person holding that bong takes something off.

Eureka!

I am a genius after all!

[25 minute pause]

ok, we’ve beta tested the rules. they work. and the special bit is that if someone is done stripping, no more hits for them. PRICELESS!

sex acts, are of course, optional.

now the goal is to figure out how to work a twister board into it all!

in touch,

holly

But something happened around that time that was kinda internet karma. someone reported me as inappropriate in Facebook. which is true. i’m pretty inappropriate.

But with Facebook’s fucked up sense of “OK”, it was destined to happen. i got bounced from Facebook twice before i figured out how not to get canned. losers.

But 13 months ago, it was a good time to leave and make a clean break. the trouble is, i lost touch with lotsa decent folks. and a fair share of sleazeballs who were fun to banter with. i don’t miss them. but the good people, i kinda miss them. but life goes on and they’ll cycle back in my life or not. there are almost 7 billion people in the world and billions of them are quality individuals.

So now i’m back into the blogging thing. i have lots more to say. i have lots to catch up on from my time offline.

And i’m doing it in twitter. not because it’s better than facebook, but because it’s different and less fucked up. short and sweet. like me. <blush> lol

And facebook has all that privacy bullshit and all the data mining, etc. i like the telegraph sense of twitter. who cares if homeland security is watching me in the open in twitter. i have nothing to hide and they don’t care about getting canadian teachers fired.

So it’s now retweet land for me. we’ll see how that all goes.

In touch,

Holly!

I quite enjoyed the meaty tidbits in this piece on Feng Shui in Sex. I practiced it the other morning. Diane was out all night at a gf’s so it was lonely in bed with Buddy.

Brewed a coffee. Slipped on a short nightie with nothing but air underneath. Came back into bed, sat beside him, waited for him to stir from the java lusciousness, then I waited for morning wood. Pretty quick.

It’s not like our home is trapped in routine or anything, but there are times when no sex takes place, and before we get up is one of them. Obviously. We’re still asleep.

So throw a monkey wrench into the day’s expectations and we’re groovin.

In the end, it worked out, in my end.

And we had plenty of time for a long bath and lotsa nipple licking, a real bonus for me.

So Feng Shui up your sex life? Automatically.

ok, it’s like 14 degrees in vancouver. the “spring” olympics are on and we had to fly in snow from 2 hours away by helicopter to make the moguls work.

wtf.

i’m back from my time in victoria. we met just 2 hippie chicks. one of them took a shine to Faisel. lucky Faisel. she’s a christian, though, so she wouldn’t slide him off to her place to fuck him. that’s ironic eh! not that i didn’t try to liberate her, mind you.

anyway, i’m back in vancouver and i’m watching all the party-lovers having a good time downtown at the free venues and the screaming matches on granville. fuckers. i have a job. lots of teachers will have no fucking job in 5 months once the government gets through with screwing us. i’m going to get militant with my union, bitches. no shit.

wow. where did that come from!?

so i’m back in vancouver and buddy’s watching some olympics on the tube at the bar. we join up. we start drinking and this cute canadian figure skater and her dude finish their act and what do we see? happy nipples as she comes off the ice. she fell and stuff, so they’re not going to win, but all through the bar it’s all about the nipples.

now, i’m clearly no prude and i like the nipples. and i’m no fan of the fucking olympics $9 billion dollar handjob. but come on, the woman just had a shock to her system in her whole life’s work and the mainly goombas in the bar are all over her nipples. give it a break and figure it out when it matters.

please.