Sex Tip #18: Respect People’s Celibacy Choices

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. ๐Ÿ™‚

Randy is sweet, has awesome wavy flowing hair, is 29, 1/4 Korean, and not too tall. Not that height is a dealbreaker. ๐Ÿ™‚

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. ๐Ÿ™‚ 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’m Saving Myself For Wild, Passionate, Awkward Honeymoon Sex"

ok, so i joined facebook. i’m a cult member now. i’m also addicted. plenty of happiness there.

but i found this neat group. i’m in dozens of groups already, yay, but this one is cool:

I’m Saving Myself For Wild, Passionate, Awkward Honeymoon Sex

there’s almost 30k people in it. that’s lots in facebook i think.

but when i look at people in that group, like these cuties, i feel sad that they’re not boinking. they DESERVE to be. but i do respect their choice to be celibate. but there’s celibate and there’s CELIBATE. like my earlier posts on my Catholic boy bud.

in the end, i like the awkward bit. it’s the truth for many. it also reminds me of something i wrote in a previous blog entry:

if you listen to them, you may find yourself in your late 20s, engaged, then married, still a virgin, spending the first mannnnnnnny awkward months of your marriage learning how to be sexual with anything less than pitch black. my divorced Anglican cousin Julie endured this. bad news. more about her in a little while.

i recall that i’ve never told julie’s story. that’ll have to come soon.

in the end [the sequel], be abstinent or not. it’s up to you. and if you stay a virgin, revel in it. cuz maybe no one else will. but respect your lines…what is too far and what is not. and enjoy being in them.

in touch,
holly

Fucking Catholic Boys who have Girlfriends

I guess this makes me a homewrecker, but i care only to a certain extent.

i don’t “get” catholicism. i’m protestant so i’m pre-disposed to not get it, but that’s ok. i know i’m a bit ignorant so i don’t judge much.

but i met a nice catholic boy at a conference/workshop i was at this weekend at my university. it was a grad student workshop that a friend of mine invited me to.

and even though i have my Ash, the boytoy of the year, i must admit to not really having had sex with pretty much any other guy in over six months, well actually going back to august in vancouver.

so i meet “Kevin” friday night and he’s cute. good for him. he’s from another university a few hours away. and he’s presenting an essay during one of the saturday sessions. i go see him read his piece. he’s cute. sue me. ๐Ÿ™‚

i don’t really get all he’s talking about. i am a history major and it was a history conference, but his take on things was at times way over my head. but that’s ok. i’m still learning. we all are.

so saturday night a bunch of us hit the pub. i drink. it’s fun. and kevin’s cute and a bit flirty but not too much, just sociably so i guess. and after a while we start chatting. all about his life growing up, 23, altar boy, cousin is a priest, gramma goes to church/mass like 4 times a week. interesting guy. and he’s staying at the motel most of the out of towners are staying at. and i’ve had enough. i know i’d like to get it on with him. and this is cool cuz as i said, it’s been a while since i’ve really cruised a boy. and i’m not shy about being horny. and i also know lotsa guys [especially “nice” guys] are a little shocked by my desire to fuck them. but that’s ok. everyone’s learning. ๐Ÿ™‚

so i say, kevin, the number is 4. 4 what he says. i say 4 is the number of times i wanna make him cum in the next 10 hours [which is the start time of the sunday morning workshops back on campus]. and it’s not too dark to see him blush a bit. and i ask if he’s got a roomate in his motel room. and he’s like, no, but he’s got a girlfriend at home. Vittoria. Not Victoria. and for once in this blog that’s her real name. it’s too pretty to pseudonym her. and she’ll never read this anyway, i’m certain.

and i’m like, ok. no sweat. what’s she like. and he goes on and on and on and on about her. which is interesting. way more then just filing me in on her personality. so i listen. she sounds awesome. 1st generation canadian-italian. a mature 20 year old. folks own a deli at home. he met her there 2 years ago. she’s taking a bookkeeping course and wants to run the deli when her folks retire to their [imaginary] Tuscany villa. she runs catechism classes for little kids. wants children, likes robbie williams a lot. and enrique iglasias. [good taste there].

and on and on. and that’s cool. it’s like he’s saying hey, i really like this girl so here’s everything about how awesome she is so you know that i’m really into her and so we can’t do anything. and that’s cool. but i’m keeping my back door open just in case “he doth protest too much.” which is funny but who knows. right?

but beyond that he’s a nice nice guy. and that’s worth alot.

so we keep talking and we get onto religion. which is where i learn the catechism word [above]. and he tells me about catholicism from his point of view and i talk about crazy fucked up born again protestantism and reverent agnosticism and loving, gay-friendly churches i know and unitarians i’ve met in my life. good times.

and i then mention this blog. and he likes his beer and so do i. so we pick up a case of Alexander Keith off-sales and head back to his room so i can show him my blog. but that’s all, he says! and i’m like, sure. no sweat. but in the back of my mind is the back door.

so we go back to his crappy motel room and he fires up the net and reads the first few posts of this blog. they start slow but get better.

he’s modest but i know his boner is there. yay! my back door is unlocked. and i’m just lying on his bed sorta trying to keep it from spinning by drinking more beer and waiting for him to read enough to wanna chat about it.

and by the time he gets to the dorm room sexual politics post he starts talking about sex. he says he feels comfortable talking with me about things, which is true. ๐Ÿ™‚ i’m easy to talk to.

and he talks about how i’m pretty correct about lotsa the stuff in that post about boys liking to cum. and he says Vittoria knows that too and they’re good young catholics so they haven’t fucked, but he says she really likes to give him hand jobs. tons of fun for her, he says. and that’s cool. good for her. and him too! she likes to watch his face as he squirts.

and he says he agrees with my post about how masterbation is banned in the bible and that’s bunk because it really fucks up male-female relationships in society.

and the best part of the post he says, is the thing about girls inspiring guys when they’re masterbating for us.

he says he has never seen Vittoria naked. not her boobs i ask? he says he saw most of them once. sun dress, too loose bra. not her nipples? no he says. but he feels them on his chest enough. his answers at this point are cute. honest, to the point, but short. and answered in a way that says, ok next question at the end. so i keep asking questions.

have you felt her boobs? nope. would you like to? yes. ah too bad. marriage, he says, we’re engaged to be engaged he says and they can wait. then he says he wants to get more physical with her when they’re actually engaged, but he’s never brought it up with her. he just hopes it’ll go that way. i tell him he should bring it up in a talk. ya gotta talk about these things.

more questions. so you haven’t seen her pussy? no. tho he says he enjoys staring at it at her pool in her bathing suit. sunglasses keep her from seeing him just looooooooooking at it. i ask if he’s sure she can’t see, cuz girls often know alot more than guys think we do. and he blushes. and i’m like, hey, it’s a goooood thing if she knows you are looking at her pussy.

so you haven’t touched her pussy? no. her ass? yeah, he says she likes him to rub it.

so the 64 million dollar question: how do you live with the double standard. huh? she gives you handjobs, sees your cock, feels it, strokes it and makes it cum, but you don’t have the same access to her. he dodges the question by adding that she sucks it too sometimes. ok, nice. do you cum in her mouth? no, she doesn’t want to do that. so you have to warn her when yer gonna cum? yeah. dyou ever miss the warning? once. not good. she didn’t suck it again for a long time after that. just hand jobs.

so i go back to the big question. he’s like, well she’s really modest about her body and wants to save it for marriage for me. and he says he can respect that and cuz he does, he doesn’t wanna push that. even though you’d like to see her naked? yeah. and play with her body? yeah. and fuck her? yeah.

i see. then he says that she understands that boys like to cum. smart girl. so she knows that she should help him do that. that’ll keep his eye from wandering, she says. i say, yeah, but once she goes down that road with you, it tends to want to progress and not progressing could lead to wandering eye. he kinda nods at that one.

so does she masterbate? he doesn’t know. what? he says they never talk about it, like masterbating is a guy thing. IT’S NOT. i don’t actually yell it, but i’m emphatic. totally. that might be a problem. i hope she does, but it sounds like she might not. he says he also thinks she might not.

so i say the thing you liked in my blog post is that i think it’s a good idea for girls to strip a bit and rub themselves when boys are masterbating for us? yeah. and she doesn’t do that for you? no. but that’s ok, cuz he can sure get off without that, mostly cuz he’s imagining her naked.

yes. i see. [at this point i feel like a total therapist]

so i say i see your problem. what problem, he asks. ๐Ÿ™‚

and i believe him that he didn’t know what his problem was. too cute.

so i say total matter of fact, dyou think i’m attractive? yes. ok, if you were single would you go out on a date with me? yes. would you kiss me if it came up? yes. and if we got all nasty would you go for me? yes, but he’s trying to stay celibate until he gets married. ah.

so yer a virgin? well, no. he had sex several times with a 2 girls in high school. [another person who got to enjoy sex in high school, unlike me. grrr.] were you any good? he says he thinks so. did you enjoy it? ya totally, except for feeling bad about it afterwards.

it seems the second girl he had sex with is the one he had most of the sex with. when they broke up, she broke it off. catholic guilt. she didn’t blame him or anything, she blamed herself [and in part him] but she could have said no. but he REALLY blamed himself. and he’s been celibate for years now. wow.

so i say, when you’re with Vittoria and you cum, is she always the one who makes you cum, or do you masterbate for her? and he says its just the handjobs and sucking. does she ever ask you to masterbate for her? no. dyou ever ask if she wants to see it? no. well, you should. ๐Ÿ™‚ i know, he says. but you masterbate on your own, though, right? yeah, for sure. and what do you think of? her, us, sometimes other girls.

so, i say. i understand that you don’t want to fuck me, even if you wanted to…nice pause from him there…[back door]…but dyou want to masterbate for me? yes, i think i would, he says. ok. would you like me to inspire you? yes, he says. and then would you like to watch me masterbate? yes. then i say, i’d go first, but then you’d probly cum before i’m done and where’s the fun in that. yeah, he says.

so i move to the foot of the bed and he sits at the head, leaning against the wall and he opens his pants and pulls it out. nice cock. about 5 inches long, kinda thin, but well-loved. i can tell. and after a few seconds he looks at me. so i open my top and let him see my bra and i run my finger along my boobs and over my belly and thighs.

after a few minutes, he slides out of his pants and boxers and keeps going, more intently now. so now i start rubbing on my pussy over my jeans. and i take off my top and bra completely. and push my boob with my upper right arm. and presto, he cums. just beautiful! a bunch up his arm, lots on his shirt. some on his thigh. and a really rich moan. and a smile. wow, he says, i like your boobs. thanks, i say! me too, as do millions!

i hop into the bathroom to get a hand towel for him. dyou want me to? he says no, he’ll do it. ๐Ÿ™‚

so we crack a couple more beers and i say you should tell Vittoria you want to masterbate for her. yes, i should, he says. and you dont’ even have to ask her to do anything for you. she just might no matter what. then you react based on what happens. yeah, he says.

so he’s quiet, so i say, my turn? he nods and smiles.

so he gets my ass-play moves. i hop onto the floor and face away from him and start rubbing my ass, then moving my hands into my pants to continue. i open my jeans and zip down then slide them down, and keep rubbing my bum for him. and he’s already starting to get hard again, about half way back to total boner.

so i pull up my panties and rub my cheeks. then i spread my legs and bend over to rub my crotch. you like, i say? yes, he says, with a scratchy voice.

so off go my panties and i rub my bum while showing him my ass and pussy. i’m quite wet now.

i climb on the bed and tell him we need to trade places. he sits at the foot as i lean against the wall and spread my legs for him. have you ever licked a pussy? no. ah, too bad…[maybe at some point to night he will].

i pour some beer on my nipples and slide it around, then lick it up. then i just go for my clit and start working it. after several seconds, i see he’s hard again and i stop my clit [masochist me i guess] and open my labia and slide a finger inside for a while. i see he starts rubbing his cock again. very nice.

then when my masochism kills me i go back to my clit and go until i cum. tons of fun. truly.

and during this i stopped watching him. he may have cum again, but i doubt it. he sure rubbed tho.

and by this time, we’re both quite wiped and drunk and i suggest we crash. we end up sharing the bed. i wear my panties and top and him in his shorts. all innocent [to a degree i guess]. ๐Ÿ™‚

we set a wakeup call early enough for me to head home for new clothes before going back to campus. then we snooze.

twice i woke up. once, i felt his hard cock on my ass. i’m “sure” he was asleep, but if not, i’m cool with it. the other time i wake up, its his hand lying on the bed but beside my bum. totally innocent there. but i tell ya, i wouldn’t have minded waking up and a cock in my hand and a request to slide it in me. i’d take it.

and in the morning when the fone rings, i hit the bathroom and come back to see if he wants to shower with me. no touching if you want, just masterbating. he says sure. ๐Ÿ™‚

once in the tub, i start with my boobs and can see he’s gonna need to go first. so i don’t think i’m gonna get to fuck him, so i say, hey, would you like me to suck you off? i don’t mind if you cum in my mouth. and in mid rub he’s like, yes ok please. so i kneel down and it doesn’t take long with his morning wood. he has a gentle, but powerful cock. i’m no deep throat sucker, so when he cums he tries to ram his cock down my throat. after a bit of almost gagging, i hold him back well enough to tease out his cum.

he is just amazed at watching me swallow it. a real turn on for him. so sweet.

so then i sit down in the tub and get him to point the crappy 99 cent shower head onto my pussy. the water’s nice but far from strong enough to make me cum, so i get to rubbing. after a few minutes, i ask if he’d like to learn how to suck me. i was sure he’d say yes. but he doesn’t. he says that would be too much. i can see some catholic guilt starting to creep ont his face. [or what i think is catholic guilt]

so on my own i have a nice, pleasant looooooooooong ten minute rubbing time before cumming. dyou like watching me cum? yes, he says. well, your homework is to make sure you get to a place with Vittoria, however long it takes, when you can watch her make herself cum. it’s an amazing gift to share. ok? yes, very good idea.

and the rest of our time that morning was quite cordial and not to deep. eventually i went home to change. we saw each other sunday a couple times and sat together for lunch at a table with some saturday night buds.

and when he got into his car to head back home, i said to keep in touch if he wants, however platonically he wants. and if he doesn’t want to, that’s totally cool too, but i hoped he would. and then i asked if i could put our night onto my blog. expecting hesitancy, he said yes. i was a little surprised, but quite happy.

hi “kevin”! thanks for this. i wish you well in your relationship. you deserve great happiness. and from what it sounds like, so does Vittoria. be well and keep in touch [if you want!]

Commited to Virginity or Just Not to Him?

so, june was housesitting and it went into july a bit. then me and a bud from ubc, who i liked but just as a friend, got together for bellinis a couple times and he invited me up to sunshine valley just past hope.

his family has a place on a stream there. they’re pretty cool. dad’s in real estate in langley and is a charismatic christian. mom’s into saddles. she seems pretty grounded. bro is into timbits at tim’s. he says he makes tens of thousands each day. whatever. ๐Ÿ™‚

so we’re up there for most of july. got back yesterday to sleep on some more couches. my sweetie char gets me for a while i guess. you rock, char!

i did the math and i think i could pretty much skip the couches and ride cocks the rest of the summer until the journey to school again. not that i’d let someone fuck me for a place to stay, but i know enough worthy fellows to spend more time on futons than couches with too wooden arms. but i won’t. not because of anything but i don’t feel like it.

sunshine valley has a pool. me and bud and his bro spent some time there most days before and after his folks went back to the city last wednesday. while there we met “sanna”, a gorgeous fijian chick who was also there with her family. her family also goes to a charismatic church. her brothers were much younger than her, like 8 and 10 years so she was really bored and we started to hang out, the four of us.

sanna liked bud’s dad cuz they talked about the spirit alot. my sense of the spirit is quite different, but they’re cool and i got alot of insight about their way of being in it. that’s cool.

she hung out with us for a few days before bud’s folks took off. we’d play scrabble, hang at the pool, sit in the stream, hike a bit. whatever.

and me and sanna had some great talks sitting in the stream or at the pool. she’s 20. turns 21 in august. we’re going to sandbar for some goodtimes. her bf is a nice guy she says. he sounds like it. she’s had a few before him, she went all the way with her first a few times before she got saved. but this guy, who’s also fijian [for whatever that’s worth] and charismatic wants to have sex with her and she doesn’t. she’s a born again virgin. and she’s been doing well since the first bf. but this guy’s realllllly into getting her to say yes. she says he says he is too, but this is different. i can see that…she’s a pretty awesome chick.

she’s like all over how nice he is and everything, which is so nice, but there’s always this lingering “but” in the air that she can’t name. so i say, what’s the “but” and she says there is none. for a few days. and finally, she goes, even if she were interested in having sex, she wouldn’t do it with him even though she really likes him. i wait and wait and wait and she finally goes, he’s just not physically appealing to her. he’s attractive, she says, but not to the point where she’s all gonzo.

anyway, bud’s folks head home and we stay. we swing into hope for some booze and bud, not bud, but bc bud. and head back. sanna’s hanging out alot and the first night, bud goes from just a friend from ubc a few years ago to a splendid cock to ride. lotsa luving. by the weekend i was riding bud and bro and things were quite nice. walking around in the cabin by the stream wearing just a tshirt, enjoying the freedom of virtual nudity. there’s a walking trail between the cabin and the stream so we can’t go all buff. and sunday, sanna’s over for the day while her family went into hope for church and walking othello tunnels and we get some drinking in and sanna becomes SANNA.

now i’m not saying born again virginity is a joke. it’s not. i respect it and people who attempt it. i don’t agree with its necessity, but that’s not the point. people do as they do. and that’s cool. same with me.

but after all the talking a few days earlier, sanna’s final part of the story is that she’s not as commited to the born again virgin thing as she had been. but she wasn’t interested in breaking it with her bf. but she wasn’t really aware of that in her mind.

SANNA came out on sunday after a good amount of pear cider and i like to think hanging with us, bud and bro in trunks and me in my long orange shirt and even though i’m not so busty, i think i put in an erotic tone to it all. she and i didn’t fuck, but i think i wore off on her. at any rate, when bud was sitting on the couch, i sat on his lap and he started grinding, which was subtle at first cuz sanna was there. but it got past subtle and i just got into it and bud’s hands got me off under my shirt.

and sanna became SANNA on bud’s bro as she plunked down on his lap too. before i came, i opened my eyes and came up for air to see SANNA sitting on the chair, shorts and bikini bottoms on the floor and bud’s bro’s tongue all the way inside her pussy and one hand rubbing one of her boobs that had been released from its top. she has the blackest labia i’ve ever seen! absolutely gorgeous.

then me and bud retired to a bedroom to keep it on and let them go too. their grooving for several days i guess set them up for some booze and play. good for them! i knew they were casual, but i wouldn’t have predicted that.

i felt all sorts of things in the following three days. i enjoyed bud. i liked his bro, but bud’s better at his cock play. but whatever. both of them are very special guys. i really like and respect them. but i ended up [not surprisingly i guess] envying bud’s bro cuz he got to get into sanna so well. she’s very attractive, has a sweet soul, talks well, has a sly but not mean sense of humour, and is just outgoing enough. and i think as much as deedee doodle is hot, she’s not a “real” person in “real” life like sanna is. or char. and i don’t know if sanna’s into girls. we never got that far in talking.

we’re gonna meet saturday night at jericho to hang on the beach and pick up some of the folk fest sounds. and i don’t wanna just pounce my idea on her, but i do need to drop the rest of my truths on her to see where she’s at.

but she threw me a bit this past week. i was seeing her as a woman in a bit of confusion about guys and sex and stuff and i didn’t want to lay a package of stuff on her, just be there for her as a friend. and it was when she was doing bud’s bro that i started to feel more for her than i had earlier in the week. not that that’s bad, i think. i was really concerned about helping her understand her and the born again virgin thing verses whether she wanted to sleep with her bf [they broke up this afternoon. no shock]. and i think i was there for that. and i’m glad of that.

but now, i just think she’s hot and so worthy of investing time into each other. and if not, not. she’s only 20 after all. for whatever that’s worth.

the other thing i was thinking, which i’ll ask sanna about when it’s ok to, is to ask about how some [certainly not all or most] of the charismatic folks i’ve met who are more emotionally intense in normal social company, if they are more emotionally intense in bed.

cock riding is one thing, riding a charismatic cock may be something else alltogether.

so. if you’re reading this and your a charismatic man or woman, lemme know!

in touch,
holly