Cumming to Vancouver…Arrival

what is with this fucking rain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

in touch,
holly

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Sex Tip #13: Jealousy is a Monster, Put it on the Table

OK in recent weeks, Ash, my boytoy at school has been dating another woman. Which is fine in our open relationship.

And since I’m going back to Vancouver in May after I graduate, I’m ok with him finding a new home for his loving.

“Megan” is not bi. I forgive her. 🙂

Megan is also 20. And while she’s no child, she is younger than me. I am jealous. I won’t pretend I’m not.

I wish Megan were bi. I’m jealous of her and Ash because they are enjoying each other’s bodies [and everything else]. I think of my Maiwa girl [who I’ve never spoken to] and she isn’t really mine but i can’t have her. Jealous of those who do get her.

Megan is lots like me, personality wise so we get along when we aren’t jokingly competing for attention. She happens to be quite a bit taller then me, as is Ash. She has strawberry blonde hair, smaller lips [tho cuter than mine i think], smaller hips and larger breasts. It’s all comparison with me.

I envy things about her that are different from me because they are different from me. Not cuz they’re better. Though some days i think they are. But that’s just anxiety.

Not being bi, Megan hasn’t really explored too much. The most wild she’s gotten was in high school dating 3 guys at once over the course of grade 11. She was only sleeping with 2 of them at a time tho as the 3rd took a while to get there and the first became celibate with her after a while. Dating. What a concept. So much monogamy amoung youths today! 🙂

We rented The Center of the World last night [Friday]. Never seen it but I love Molly Parker. She was on fire erotic in it, along with that other woman Carla something…too tired to imdb her. So me and Ash and Megan are watching it and earlier in the night i was telling them both of how jealous i am of each of them. Gotta put the Jealousy monster on the table or it morphs into cancer.

And as the movie gets hotter and such, our libidos rise. I’m on a chair and Ash and Megan are on the couch snuggling, her sitting between his legs leaning on him and his likely rock hard cock. 🙂

His arm at one point moved from lying across her chest to feeling her boob. She smiled then moved it away. After weeks of hanging out together and with all our buds and her getting to know me and Ash’s relationship [which saw sex decline steadily, but not end totally], I figured she still wasn’t into being fondled in front of me.

And while Ash was clearly massaging her back with his cock, she wasn’t much into it. Until the end of the movie when we watch Molly masterbate. And we all get hot. Clearly!

During it, Ash’s hand finds Megan’s boob again and she’s not pushing it away. And his other hand is just sitting bewteen her thighs. And he says to me “Holly, can you open your top?”

Never one to pass up on that, I unbutton my flannel pj top and re-orient my body so i’m facing them, and i start my own rubbing. Mostly inside my jam bottoms, opened up a bit, with occasional breast work. And with this, Ash gets to work on Megan. Opening a button in her top, under her bra, and other hand onto her pussy. She opens her left leg up over his and leaves him room to rub her harder.

While it was Megan’s first time being sexually involved with more than her partner in the room, she was able to get into it ok. And then she came.

And i was on a high watching him get her off. It was beautiful. Made me really jealous of him.

And as she came back down, Ash slid out and came over to me and pulled out his cock to rub on my chest and then for me to suck.

I’m getting to a point of closure with Ash. And his cock. I’m half a semester away from leaving and it’s healthy to be disengaging like this.

After some sucking, Ash asked Megan to take off her pants and he left me and slid her thong aside and began sucking her. Then he said “do you want me in you?” and duh, she says yes. So he fucks her. Not particularly to drive me crazy, but in part to drive me crazy. 🙂

And I like them alot. And I’m happy they are bonded with each other. And I’m not angry along with my jealousy but I’m mostly sad at a phase of my life ending. And not that I want to keep everything as it is [tho i do a bit], i need to move on in my life. And working through my jealousy is a part of moving to the next chapter.

And Megan’s so sweet. Grrrr. 🙂 But I’m happy for them both.

And the moral of the story is that admitting jealousy clears the air of toxicity. It doesn’t always lead to partying, but it leads to healthier relationships.

And not that i’ve been free of tears, but they’ve been healthy tears, moving on.

Sex Tip #3: Talk to Jewish Girls

i can’t believe its been months since a formal sex tip showed up. SORRY! i’ve meant to do more, but life as life took over. the 3rd tip comes soon.

a bunch of things to catch up to today though. i like michelle branch, the singer. she sings well with santana. she should be his lead singer permanent.

the girl at Maiwa at the net loft. i cruised back, TWICE to see if she’s there. outta luck. i’ll try more. i am too shy to even talk to her, i just wanna see her again. she’s amazing to look at.

me and sanna went to sandbar thursday, the day after her “21st” birthday. it turns out sanna is a bit of a liar. she just turned 19. that made her 18 at sunshine valley. she acts alot older than she is. obviously. i found out more why. she was an only child until she was about 10. her folks lived in southern Sudan, the Christian part she says. i don’t know much about African Christian geography, though.

anyway, Sudan is not a wonderful place for Christians. they spent some time in Kenya once they got out, then Marseille, a place she was always scared in at her young age then. her folks eventually settled in Oshawa of all places before they moved out to the coast where her dad’s in chemical engineering. whew. anyway it was tough moving and running around. sanna grew up fast i guess and acts with a self-assureness that bud and his bro don’t even have. but that’s no sweat.

but i think she’s still missing some youthful vitality because life’s been more serious for her then for most Canadians. and what she’s not really experienced she just doesn’t talk about. that lets her appear more mature than other girls her age. not that she’s not that mature, but she needs to party more. 🙂

anyway, that was thursday. sandbar was a blast and we got goodly loaded and came home.

what’s home. ok offtopic here but tough shit.

i’m housesitting for a couple of late 40s yaletown garried guppies. huh? i was too hungover to goto the dyke march today, but char did. she told me someone there told her about being garried. gay+married=garried. pretty cool. guppies=gay yuppies.

my uncle pete knows these guys. one of their sisters is an actor in town. you can imdb her, which is very very cool. but it’s all the shit films and shows they show here, not even x-files which she hated anyway. anyway uncle pete’s in town and is spending time with this woman, “sara”. and her bro and his husband and in new zealand for august doing some gay thing and she’s housesitting, but pete’s taken her to tofino to kayak up into some rainforest. and thus we’re housesitting. me and sanna.

i’ve been here since wednesday. sanna came over to crash thursday night and is still here.

uncle pete needs a mention. i love uncle pete. he’s the only sane member of my family. my dad’s an asshole and far far far far away, my mom’s a recovering doormat, my sister was awesome, she’s gone though. i miss her alot. uncle pete is my mom’s only brother. he still lives in the 80s. he had a mullet until last year [it worked for him though] when he went all Bronsky Beat. i’m still trying to figure out what that means. i know it was an 80s British band that i think was gay. but i don’t get the hair reference yet. anyway, pete’s hair is now a cm long. he looks good. he always looks good. 🙂

anyway, about 10 years ago when my “family” was still together [in its very broken way] pete spent a summer with us. my dad was in and out of town on “business” [his ho in Prince George] and i got to get a sense of who my mom was before she conceived me, married the sperm donor and started becoming what is a mild tragedy. she sounded cool. pete is cool, though. since the mid 90s, i’ve been caring for his LP collection. i like 80s music. his 45s from the 70s are pretty special too.

my email address includes sunmoonwindrain which is from a Tears for Fears song from my second favorite of their albums, Seeds of Love. my fave is The Hurting, especially Suffer the Children, for obvious reasons.

pete emails sometimes and tells me lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng stories about what he’s doing. his material possessions [aside from his albums] fit in a car’s trunk. he travels around the USA singing, busking, picking up short term bike courier stuff with a company with offices in tons of cities. and he writes songs, hits Burning Man [i have to go], and generally marches in anti-war rallies and sleeps on couches of US military deserters homes who are themselves living under the radar a bit.

sometimes i’m on msn and pete will ding me and we’ll talk for hours. sometimes he sends things to me in the mail that i know are from him. an In and Out burger tshirt from Arizona. a beer mug from a bar in New Orleans that i fear isn’t there anymore. with that one he sent a pix of him on a hotel balcony during Mardi Gras. 4 bottomless women holding their shirts up to show their tits stood all around him. 2 of them had gooned expressions. good times. 🙂 and another pix of him in a glass hotel elevator with a woman in a tight dancing dress peeling it down to show her tits. in the glass you can see a bit of a reflection of another hottie taking the pix. pete lives well.

also, some mint from Georgia. and a Fenway Park pennant from Boston. that kinda stuff.

anyway, he’s my grounding some times. moving out from home outside Penticton into Penticton, then moving to UBC, then leaving UBC, then finding a good place to continue school. he kept up solid in all those times. he wasn’t around when my family fell to real shit, but he couldn’t of done anything then anyway. but whatever.

ok. i’ve just read all this. i was gonna cut it all except the start, but sanna said no. she read my last post and this one and says i should keep it all. wtf. 🙂

ok. so the garried guppies.

i meet the sister [in imdb, the first i’ve met] on wednesday when i pack my shit in here. she’s lovely. i’m pretty sure i saw her in Bard on the Beach a few years ago, but i don’t recall which year i was there and [blush] which actual play i saw. whoops. anyway, “sara” is sweet and she and pete are goooood friends, but they’re very free people who remain commited to loving relationships. for pete it’s 3 or 4 women including sara around the continent. i can understand that.

i also have one of pete’s March for Jesus shirts from along time ago. i haven’t looked at it lately, but pete was into that for a while. i told him about reverent agnosticism and showed him my blog in BigChurch.com and he gets it and buys it and added his Buhddist minimalism thing into it. i don’t totally get that but that’s cool. when i read Sidhartha, he says i’ll get it. 🙂

so pete and sara drift away on thursday and sanna and i hit Sandbar and come home to crash. yesterday was a spectacular day.

it was the most recent except for today, spectacular day. we ended up hitting the Folk Fest and sat on the beach on the sunday night during the full show. Jane Siberry [i have one of pete’s albums of hers. it’s got Mimi on the Beach, her famous song]. she’s changed her name to something i gotta look it up. and she’s “selling” her music online now by donations or free. getting outta the capitalism thing of it or something.

anyway, sanna and me sat on the shitty sand at Jericho to listen to awesome music. and we strolled around the vendors [the sand at Wreck is the only good non dusty, not full of sticks and front end loader tracks sand in the lower mainland. i’m a sand snob sanna says. she’s right. sanna likes her name in here. she’s gonna go by sanna now. if she does she has to pay me a loonie every time anyone calls her sanna.].

the title, remember it? Jewish girls? i’m getting there.

so we’re at Jericho not being able to afford the vendor’s stuff and when Folk Fest ends we join a drum circle. it ends cuz people said there’s another one out at Spanish Banks. this wrecked guy won’t go though, because he’s rambling about how Double Standard promised to come so he’s gotta be there. whatever. i googled double standard and i don’t know WHAT he’s talking about. we go. and we dance and dance and dance. we’re not even boozed up. we’re just in the move groove. and since we were close enough to wreck beach i took off my shirt and bikini top. another chick was wearing just a deep v-neck see thru tunic. luscious woman. i really enjoyed dancing that free. i don’t do that at wreck cuz i’m not crazy enough to stay there overnight.

sanna kept her clothes on. too bad. 🙂 though she appreciates my breasts.

well. that was Folk Fest for cheap folks. and sanna and me do our thing and get together for sandbar. yesterday we slept in until banana pancakes. and we’re sitting on the balcony, cramped as it is, watching the people in the 2 building we can see into and napping. no sex. no nudity. just boring people doing boring things. not as boring looking as us on the balcony, but boring still. we weren’t bored. talk was good.

then in mid-day i’m looking over and down a floor or two and i see this woman with shoulder length blond curly hair and blue and green plain thigh length shorts and NO SHIRT stretching against the wall of her balcony, she’s like leaning forward to stretch out her calves or something. she looked so hot. sanna saw her too. then i looked back a few minutes later and she hasn’t moved. sanna’s like, shit, that’s too wierd. we’re still hungover i think and the sun isn’t helping.

and this woman? it turns out when we stand up and look at her closer and we go inside to get a different angle through the windows, that she isn’t a woman. she’s a clay pot [her tanned back] with dead flower stems and leaves that spill abit over the edge [her hair] and sitting on a table with a green and blue plaid table clothe [her shorts]. we SCREAM laughing. if you don’t see this as funny, you need to have been there i guess.

so anyway, yesterday while in recovery, we talk about lots. sanna broke up with her bf and has seen buddy’s bro twice. living in the valley makes it tough for that situation. but they’re not dating, just fucking. no stress then. sanna’s past the born again virgin thing. though i must confess i admire her attempt at it.

and we talked about girl sex stuff and orgasms and grinding and such. she keeps track of her orgasms in her journal. she’s not afraid of everyone on the internet knowing either. very cool. 6. that’s how many. 1 in sunshine valley. 2 with bud’s bro since then. and 3 on her own in the last year. and considering that SHE JUST GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL 5 WEEKS AGO [lying bitch], i’m pretty impressed that she had orgasms while still a high school student. i read a survey once that said few girls do in high school. they have lots of sex and lots of guys cum in and on them, but they way more often don’t. tragic. feminism is not dead.

but we talked about methods and techniques and stuff and tho she knows i’m bi and isn’t interested in playing with me, she did agree to cool off yesterday in the mid afternoon heat in a nice cool bath where i could show her what i do with my vibe. it was SPECTACULAR to cum when she was watching. it was a great gift to me even if she won’t let me fuck her.

and yes, we’re getting to the Jewish girl.

ok. how about now. when i was in rez at UBC there was a Jewish girl on my floor. she had a thing on her door frame. i can’t remember what it’s called. there were also two Sikhs and a Muslim girl then two. i know they chatted together if they weren’t best friends. i was a closet christian that year so i didn’t take part in the comparative religion yaks they seem to have had. too bad. i missed out there. there’s a Jewish girl at my school now. she’s got the thing on the door.

next door to the garried guppies in this building is a Jewish girl. woman actually. she’s like 30. after our bath yesterday. we go out for some booze. she’s got a thing on her door frame. she comes out wearing a really nice white dress with red polka dots. it’s almost knee length. it’s loose at the top. with spaghetti straps. i take a peek in the elevator but see nothing. i’m tempted to drop my keys to get her to bend over to pick them up. not.

anyway, she’s heading out to dinner and a flick with her bf. we walk out into the lobby and head out towards the lickher store. we see buddy pulled up in a nice sedan and she pops into the car and waves bye. bf’s wearing a yamika. how do you spell yamika?

anyway we go get booze. and put in a call to one of my bud guys who promises to swing by with some stuff before 600pm. nice.

we get off the phone and check messages. buddy from ubc and his bro want to come into town, where am i staying, am i housesitting, do i know i owe them a place to crash for a couple nights, can they come into town early and crash before the fireworks tonight [which we can see a bunch of them from the balcony, yay]. so i tell sanna that her dad called and said she needs to come home.

ouch. the girl can PUNCH.

bud and bro swing by after 700pm and we order pizza. sanna and bro watch a movie and talk and talk and talk. i like how they talk. it’s so cool. they like to talk. but me and bud slide into the bedroom where he slides into me and i feel good. bud’s an interesting guy. i can count on one thumb how many guys i’ve met who don’t mind tasting their own cum. we fucked for a while, he came, i came close. he pulls out and i wipe a bit. then he starts licking me. i’m still cummy with sweat and my cream around, but i’ve never known a guy who’ll suck me when his [or someone else’s] cum is still in/on my pussy. bud’s a good guy. way to go bud.

we shower and go go out to catch the rest of the movie and sanna and bro are already necking and grinding. sanna goes, thank you for the last couple days, holly. this is in return for today’s lesson. and she takes bro’s shorts down, takes off hers and her panties and starts grinding on top of him on the couch beside where me and bud are sitting in the love seat. [sanna’s not even blushing right now as i’m typing this. wow. good girl.]

and she slides bro’s cock into her and lifts up and rests down on it, up and down, just for me. well, her too she says. totally. at the same time she’s doing one of the things with her clit that i showed her in the bath. and i’m just in a daze watching that white cock slide in and out of her black black pussy. such a beautiful site. and when she cums, bro is so thrilled that he cums too. they wipe up and go shower.

and that’s enough of the movie. now bud and bro have brought season 1 of 24, which we’ve never seen. i’ve seen every Alias except for one in the 3rd season, but i won’t watch 24 until i can do it right.

so i say, hey, let’s play pool first. the common room in the building is on the second floor above the lobby. it has pool and foosball and a big couch and monster tv for hockey parties or Super Bowl or whatever. we go down and it’s not booked and no one’s in, so we sign up and head in.

we play some pool. we watch 5 or 6 episodes. and bud and bro go out for some nibblies. the pot is working.

it’s like 130am.

and me and sanna are sitting in the big chair in front of the window watching the people roam around looking for the hot dog guys. there’s this one pair of guys we see go back and forth 3 times. they’re first nations. young guy has ghetto wear on and we walks with a swagger like a dealer-pimp. older guy wears shorts and a Canucks shirt and walks with the humility of the Dali Lama. i can’t get a read on them. is it just immaturity and self-consciousness that makes a guy walk like that?

anyway, before bud and bro get back, the sedan pulls up in front of the lobby door. we can see down. Jewish girl next door in her awesome dress is sitting there. car goes off. lights go off. i can see more down her dress from a floor above a high lobby than i could beside her in the elevator. nice tan i think.

they start necking. i guess this based on her body posture leaning left and his black shirted arm wrapping over her back. we can’t see their heads cuz there’s no sunroof.

this goes on for a few minutes. me and sanna are impressed. they’re right there on the street, but it is late. only like 3 people go by in the 5 minutes we watch. during that time, bf’s hand reaches between her legs twice rubbing her pussy over her dress, and up over her boob like 5 times. after the third time down to her pussy, i see her pop her head over towards the window. it’s closed. air conditioning i guess. she looks up and down the street. but not up!

then she twists in her seat and slides her panties onto the floor and lifts her skirt halfway up her thigh and lies her head back onto the headrest. we still can’t see her face.

i’ve heard that Middle Eastern girls have a reputation for being firey horny. what that’s based on is beyond me. who cares. maybe it’s a male desire of Middle Eastern girls. maybe it’s true. don’t know.

bf slides his hand back between her legs now, this time underneath. she pushes the skirt down a bit over his forearm. he starts rubbing her. she’s a fan as she’s clearly breathing heavier. bf’s other hand slides her left strap down and slides under her dress to feel all the way down to her nipple. she’s happy. after a few minutes he stops and slides his arms back. me and sanna look at each other and lean back so our faces aren’t totally up against the window but still so we can see. 15 seconds later, 2 girls walk by their car. bf’s clearly watching out for pedestrians. 🙂

another 10 seconds and he’s back into her. i’m getting wet. sanna just said she was too. good for you sanna! another few minutes go by and he stops once for a fellow walking by and then another few minutes before the girl clearly cums. she’s been holding the right arm rest generally. at one magical point she squeezes it and bends her arm to almost a right angle, lifting her torso forward and dropping her dress to show us part of her left breast.

we’re quite impressed. i’m a voyeur. i embrace it. i like to watch. i like porn, soft porn better than hard.

and so. talk to Jewish girls. my plan is to meet up with the woman next door and have a chat and get to know her and get a sense of what sex tips for Jewish girls would look like. and it might not happen. i’m only here until pete’s back. but my idea goes for all Jewish girls i meet. or Muslims or Sikhs or anyone who’s in a religion where there are codes for behaviour, regardless of whether or not they are different for guys and girls.

so if you are one of those girls, email me or comment on this and let me know what your story is. cuz i bet we have something in common.

we’re all in this together, even if each of our this-es are different. maybe it’s a chick thing. i don’t know. but it is something. and that’s why i started this blog anyway.

time to burn. fireworks starting soon, just heard a warning boom.

in touch,
holly