It’s Easy Being Green, and Slutty, In Vancouver

greeeeeeeen!I was a hipster the other night, wandering Main Street with friends, when we get distracted by this “fuck me hard while I wear this revealing corset” shop on 16th.

I enjoy being slutty while trying to reclaim the word slut from those who want to shame me and my sisters and slutty brothers from enjoying doses of wild and usually inappropriate sex.

I want to head back to this shop and buy this dress and cram my ass into it and wear it with the straps constantly falling.

I want to wear it, commando, to dance at a club while loaded on fruity rum drinks. And I want my people to fondle my dress while I’m dancing. I want them to rub my ass and tits and cunt through it. I want them to reach down the top to go after a nipple periodically.

I want to go into the bathroom so one of my girls can feel me up in it while others watch how creamy I get, in part just cuz I’m in the dress. My new orgasm dress.

Then I want to go home with my friends, after meeting at least one new person [usually it’s a girl] to add to our group. At least for just the night.

And I want at least 3 people to fondle me in it.

And I want one person to suck my clit while someone else’s fingers are creaming me up.

And I want those at least 3 people to peel this dress off me and each of them, fuck me. However they wish.

And I want to sleep beside this dress. And put it on the next morning and walk around the house in it, eating breakfast and berries. And then I want a boy to lie me down on the bed, push the dress up and fuck me while I daydream of lying on a beach in south Asia looking out into the ocean at all those tall rock islands with tropical vegetation all over the top.

I want this dress to smell like my cream, other people’s cum and all my sweat and other people’s lipstick.

Then if it’s a drizzly day, I’m going to drape it over the rose bush on the balcony to freshen it up.

Then that night I will wear it to Sandbar just before the dinner rush and sit at the bar drinking rum and root beer, with my Kindle, reading and enjoying people looking at me and wanting to fuck me. I will not let any boys take me home to fuck me, but any girl who wants to try on my dress is welcome!

Then, as they say, later rinse repeat.

I fucking LOVE this dress!

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Sex Tip #15: Your Cross Need Not Be Hidden

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. 🙂

Sex Tip #12: Grinding Orgasms

Ok so it’s been a while since i’ve posted something new. thanks for the comments, particularly the email ones. thanks also for the ones that explain how much of a heathen i actually am. thanks. i’ve never thought of that before. lol

some nice grinding!

As porn goes, this is ok. i post it tho, because at the beginning there’s some good dry humping. and if you’re a christian girl who’s not into penetration or hand jobs or blow jobs or if you’re a christian boy who doesn’t mind a bit of creamy mess in your shorts, grinding orgasms may be just for you.

i’ve enjoyed them a few times in recent months with my regulars and once with a someone new. cousin of a roommate who stayed a weekend. mostly it was just making out after movies and popcorn and before we could get any real plans for anything too elaborate, i found riding his cock to be immensely sweet. so i just kept going. me in my pajama pants and his hands up my top on my boobs. him in his sweats. a fun ride and when he came, i got excited and came too. much fun. it took a couple weeks of keeping it all to myself before i told my roommate. not that she’d object, but it was sorta mine for a while, then i shared it. that was nice.

and while neither of us are sex-avoiding christians, the technique works for christians.

so i recommend it!

My Adoring Public :)

Athena Cardiganok so i’m no superstar or celebrity, but i do like to talk. those of you who’ve been on msn with me know that.

and all humility aside, i enjoy being able to engage with people in their issues. i’m no trained counsellor, but i listen well and ask good questions. and since i’m obsessed with sex and christianity, i’m always into talking about those things. and those things often tend to lead elsewhere.

pierre. he’s a sweet guy. reminds me of “kevin” in here. but pierre [real name, lives in quebec city and doesn’t care if i say so] is 28 and in a relationship but wishing he were in more deeply. in the last few months i’ve walked him through exploring blindfolds in sex with his gf, telling her that sometimes he just wants to masterbate with her watching, eating her pussy [because he’s one of the millions of boys who’s just not into that. dumb.], and not feeling bad about cumming on her body…anywhere…at all.

whew. i feel like i’m providing a healthy community service. it makes me feel awesome.

and in these long chats, i bill my chat partners. i often send a joke invoice for like $5,500 itemized to include all the little elements of conversation i provide as a service.

pierre, a virgin until 24, a boy with only 2 sex partners [not counting the boy and 2 girls he played house with when he was in grade 7], where his first sex partner was a girl he dated for only 5 days and his second [current] he’s been with for 2 years now [though no sex for !!! the first 7 months, just 2nd base], pierre responded to my bill. he certainly didn’t pay me the $4,200 i was charging him for months of conversations, but he did say he wanted to buy me a gift up to $100 out of gratitude.

so even though i’m always asking for gifts/payment, i said no because i’m kidding. but this went back and forth for a long time and in the end i had to stuff my embarrassment and accept a gift when i really didn’t mean to. and it’s all about the spirit of giving. and i respect that for pierre. and for his gf, who he feels more open with now and i am a part of that process. tho pierre did 98% of the work in that kinda growth.

Nola One-Shoulder Dressso he paypalled me the $100 and i picked out two things from guess. because why not. nice stuff there. and i put in the difference, which was like only $30 or something so it’s ok. i got the sweater above and this here because its sexy and easy to go braless with. and you know how i like to be braless.

and in the end i told pierre how i would publicly thank him. so thank you pierre.

and so despite the acrylic in the cardigan, i wore it out last night with ash and some other buds to our pub. i wore a simple oversized white cami under it and no bra and only the bottom 2 buttons done up. and when the time was right around 130am ash took me into the mens room and into a stall and i slid my cami down for ash to titfuck me. and after some sucking and stroking he slid his cock so nicely over my breasts that his cum ended up being the transition to a much longer then expected session.

and a couple drops squirted onto my cami. which became the focus of some initially unwelcome conversation back in the booth. eventually we all laughed about it. i wasn’t really blushing on it, but i just usually like my sex to be slightly more secret when its supposed to be illicit like that. but no sweat. it was fun. and in the end i kinda enjoyed seeing our buds look at my breasts and see ash’s cum on my cami. thats the exhibitionist in me. which wasn’t really stoked by being in the bathroom because no one came while we were in there. but that’s ok too. the only truly awkward moment came when one of my buds asked the server at one point that if she could bring over a rag because holly got a protein spill on her shirt. and he pointed at me and she looked at me concerned about a spill and then upon closer examination and gauging the context better she figured out what he was talking about and immediately felt like she just walked in on us having sex. but that passed after a few seconds.

and now i know the next time i see her in the pub, the smile i give her [which she always gets] will have an added context of knowing in it. that she knows that my boytoy spilled cum on my top in her pub. and that it’s our secret. it kinda bonds us together i think. 🙂

so pierre, i hereby thank you again for your gift. and ash thanks you as well. and our friends in the pub thank you. and i already know that your gf thanks you [and me, and you really can tell her about me if you like, nothing to be ashamed of!]. and as promised i have related to you an enjoyable moment wearing the sweater.

i haven’t worn the dress yet, but when i do i’ll send you that story as well. promise.

in touch,
holly

Sex Tip #10: Nipple Flashing for Fun and Profit!

i’m a feminist and all that, but i’m also sensible. we live in an anti-woman society. we get paid 71% of what men do [5 years ago it was all the way up to 72% so it’s going down!], and we are biologically at greater risk of STIs than boys.

i had a long msn chat conversation with a gal friend recently who’s a MILF with a 15-ish year old son, whose friends turn her on. we talked alot about how to feel erotic about playing a MILF for the friends [one in particular] without having to go and have sex with the boy. and i told her what i do with my blouses and bras sometimes.

i brought it up in an email exchange with a new online bud tonight when i mentioned that i’m staying with buddy rent-free this summer in exchange for sex. which i guess makes me a prostitute. but then he’s not some smelly geek. he’s buddy from many postings last summer. my vancouver boytoy. good relationship. friend with lots of benefits but an open relationship. quite healthy actually. and if two people live together and one doesn’t work [even a wife/husband], doesn’t that person participate in a relationship [including fucking] for “rent.” here’s what i wrote in my emails:

“i am finding young boys to buy me drinks as my summer wad of cash is almost gone and my flight back to school isn’t for another week and a bit. not hard. put on a loose fitting top, do up my bra one clasp too big and i get all the belinis i want all night.”

and what do the guys get for a $6 belini or two, a relatively cheap peep show, that frankly is 30-90 minutes of the tease of trying to see nipple, getting to glance down my top quite a bit and maybe not even being lucky enough to see a nipple. and they like to talk with girls and buying us a drink lets them do it for a while. and while most of them aren’t interesting enough to date, they’re all [ok virtually all] interesting enough as PEOPLE to have a conversation with. and if they like to look at my chest, i feel erotic. nice deal all around. but a $6 belini [or even 2 or 4] doesn’t get a random boy a fuck, a blowjob or a handjob. even hookers charge way more than that.

so in my emails tonight, my new online buddy replied how i make “slutty-chic look easy” and that he wished he could fuck for rent sometimes.

this is where i hit my brainstorm in my reply…

“guys CAN fuck for rent. they just have to change society, get rid of chauvinism, pay women 100% of what men make not 72% and then they get EQUALITY! men’s suffragettes need to get active. you are an oppressed gender. time to heal society so you get what we get. and i’m hardly chic. i TRY but i dont have the fashion sense to pull it off. letting guys peek at my breasts in hopes of seeing a nipple requires NO chic whatsoever.”

that’s my genius wisdom tonight. it’s not often that girls have the upper hand at anything. i get “free” room and “free” drinks all summer. many different types of feminism object to these methods and i totally understand their arguments. i can’t even object to them and prove them wrong. all i can say is that while things are unequal, i have the right to seek some redress sometimes.

and if you like the braless sex tip last time, this one should fit right in. 🙂

in touch,
holly
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Sodomy, the Pastor’s Wife, Borat: Sex Tip #9…Anal Almost Equals Oral Sex

OK. I went to see Borat several weeks ago. Mostly funny. A bit long though. I’ll watch his show though.

I went with Barry. We’ve been hanging out more. I have a scorecard to share too before I get into my story.

Sex with Barry: many many times over the last 8 months.

Sex with Vicky and John: twice now, once with Barry there too, when I bought my new scuba cut bathing suit. More on that later.

Sex with Holly: one tentative time [I didn’t climax], one time with Barry too, one not so tentative time [I climaxed twice], once with Holly and her buddy, the man whose bed she sleeps in and/so doesn’t have to pay rent in Vancouver this summer.

Sodomy: 7 times.

And this is the tip. Vaginal intercourse is what it is. Oral sex, blowing boys, is what it is. Anal sex, Barry’s penis in my bum, is on par with oral sex.

That’s my conclusion.

Rum, Sodomy and the Lash. That’s what I hear is the old British Navy. Funny.

Sodomy in the Bible is pretty precise. And I think it’s all about keeping boys from boning other boys.

And I know very well that Holly isn’t into bum stuff. And I know that my first post in here had some dancing around the bum thing. And Barry had never done anal before me either. And eventually we just tried it. Took some practice. Felt a little odd. We found our rhythm. And it is sweet. And I love Holly and respect her bum and it’s hers to do with as she pleases. Yeah for bums!

So we’ve gone all anal. And we still do other things, but bum fun is fun. That’s it. Nice climaxes. For both of us.

So Borat.

We went out to a big theatre to see Borat. Lots of shows there. We pay for tickets and walk in. We’re winding around lines and things wanting to get seats before food.

Barry’s walking behind me as we hit a traffic jam. He bumps my bum with his cock as we slide beside the line, ducking past a big cardboard movie poster. And he says loud enough for anyone to hear [if they’re close by], “Want it in your bum tonight?” And I’m nodding and smiling.

And since no one is around, we’re fine.

Except.

Except our youth pastor’s wife is standing behind the cardboard movie poster and hears it all. And as Barry is saying it, I’m looking the other way. And I hear the abrupt ceasing of a conversation coming from behind the big poster. So I look over and see her. And a friend of hers who I don’t like because she has virtually no personality [at least in my presence].

And we just keep walking because Barry doesn’t really know her and I don’t let on. Though my face turns red as my hair. So I tell him it all when we get seats. I’m looking around and they don’t come in. No surprise they’re not seeing Borat.

And Barry is just loving it. And off he goes to get food.

And I sit there thinking, just what is wrong with sodomy anyway, when I’m a woman. 🙂

And I don’t want to get all theological and everything. Holly’s good and whipping through the history of the church to let me know what backstory explains parts of the Bible. But I don’t care.

And I don’t care what my pastor’s wife thinks of my anal sex. A tiny bit of me cares but the rest is out to end that little bit.

And Barry sure doesn’t care.

And my sex tip is for Holly and all other girls who are scared off of anal sex because of anti gayboy stuff in the Bible. Try it. If you like it, AWESOME. If you don’t, you can let it go.

And if you don’t want to try it, great. Respect your own feelings. Holly does. And even though I even showed her the picture we took of Barry in my bum, and she liked it, she’s still not game. And I totally respect her for that.

In dreams,
Tina

Sex Tip #7: Lessons in Self-Esteem from Pix on Flickr

so a while ago i cruised through flickr because that’s what we all do, right? 🙂

hot people.

and some great art shots too.

but i found something interesting when i was just looking at the beautiful people in the world.

looking at a bunch of the pix [not all of them, by any means] was really instructive because i saw something good about myself in each one.

narcissism r us, i know, but indulge me. 🙂

so let’s just do a review of it all. and what is the sex tip? you’re beautiful. if you look like me or them or the hotties you feel inferior to sometimes or whatever. you’re beautiful. and you deserve pleasure and bliss. regardless of ANYTHING!

click on the pix to see them bigger.

boob sag. gravity. age. time. though smaller than the girl on the left, my boobs were perky and resistant to gravity when i was a teenager. not so much now. tv commercials encourage me to be ashamed of the little lines beside my eyes and how my body is starting to recognize gravity more. they are evil. i’m beautiful. i was when i was a teenager too. perky anti-gravity boobs are awesome, but not eternal. and that’s ok. it’s even great.

i was initially cynical about this pix. i thought it was a scan from GQ or Cosmo ad or something cuz they’re all so cute. it may be. if so, ignore all this. but in their faces is a sense of belonging and love and acceptance and friendship. and while everyone drifts from at least some of their high school friends, this pix tells me that there are always people surrounding me even if in other cities, who are on my side, who are here to back me up and listen to me. that’s pretty special.

this is just like above, tho no doubt about it being a staged magazine ad. 🙂 bff is so trite these days, but it’s authentic when you’re in the moment.

boobs are fun. they are for playing. enjoy them. that’s it! 🙂


i’m quite hippy. but not quite this waist-y. big hips are part of who we are. micro-petite is great for those who are like that. we’re all built differently. embrace who you are. if it is different from someone else, fine. they’re different from you too.

this pix is from a series of a bunch of shots of this girl. this is the most alluring one, i think. teasing a camera a bit is like teasing a lover a bit. LOTS of fun. and we ALL deserve to be in a sexy photo shoot.
we all deserve to lounge in a pool on the top of a hotel or something, really high in the sky. we need to RISE ABOVE the shit that keeps us down. truth.

so.

and as it is, while i’m writing this blog piece, i’m watching a webcam show by a woman in adultfriendfinder.com. she’s got a great smile and warm eyes and is having fun exploring little bits of stripping and playing with her body. but the first thing i bet most people thought of when they first turned on her cam was that she’s a bit chubby. a bit chubbier then me but SHE’S HOT. and her sense of herself is truly wonderful to watch. we are us first and how we appear second.

in touch,
holly