Porn for Women. Yummy.

The basic sex tip is simple. Porn is [can be] good. Now, I’m biased because I’ve skated through porn circles and approve of lots that I have seen and not so much of some things.

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. πŸ™‚

To quote Erika Lust – β€œWe want sexually explicit images, but we want to call the shots when it comes to how they are made.” She also says, β€œWe 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

Nude Mexican Hotel Hot Tubs, Late Night Version

Hi.

My name is Tina and I’m an alcoholic.

Oh wait. That’s for another kinda meeting. πŸ™‚

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. πŸ™‚

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! πŸ™‚

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. πŸ™‚

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. πŸ™‚

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. πŸ™‚

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. πŸ™‚

WebCam Girls with a Heart of Gold

ok, so there’s lotsa places to find webcam girls and MyFreeCams.com is an interesting one.

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. πŸ™‚

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.

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. πŸ™‚

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

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. πŸ™‚ 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

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!

Making it into the New Year…and Sex Parties.

ok, so major apologies for being away.

late november became the usual paper and exam crunch time

it was also [work] research projects due.

then it all ended and my body goes HEY, TIME TO GET SICK cuz the semester’s over. then it was sleep for a few says and some rehabilitory sex…that’s always fun…and it’s the holidays.

thanks for your emails about the holidays. some of you had interesting times…far more interesting than me. i envy you for that.

and those of you that have only HINTED at the fuck fests you’ve been in, especially ones surrounding church christmas pageant events…COME ON. you gotta gotta share. just SAYING you had good times is mean to me. look at what i put in here! and i won’t blog what you say without your permission. if you read all the way through this you’ll see that.

ok, then. time for some of you to fill in the details.

and for those of you who were forthcoming, thank you. i respect that. πŸ™‚

i respect the rest of you too. πŸ™‚

so after holidays with roommates/friends/boytoy it has been time to gear up for the new year. oh, and christmas was warm and spiritual in our home this year. even though my two female roomies aren’t so much into the religion thing, my gayboy roomie and i got to a new level of spiritual convergence. i loved that. unexpected but awesome. god works wonderfully.

so new year’s. i was talking tonight to a girl i know who’s a bit younger then me. we were talking about fuckfests/sex parties and such. i mentioned that i knew some girls in university [my first disastrous school i went to where i came out of my sexual and conservative christian shell] who got into sex parties in high school. not always intercourse orgies, but events where some of that happened, but lots of sucking and fingering and boys cumming on boobs.

my young friend tonight hasn’t been into that and i said that she should host a sex party. not like 40 people, but a few. folks who don’t necessarily want to swap bf/gf, but people who’d get off getting off with others getting off.

and she described to me a party she went to last night with 2 other couples. she was a 5th wheel. and i started asking her how it would have been if some nasty stuff got going.

i really think she should host a party like that.

ground rules:

– condoms
– full consensual activities
– acceptable to just watch others
– no swapping required
– some good booze and pot
– self-pleasure is acceptable
– leaving at any time is fine

and maybe some others if you can think of them.

so all this is all leading up to the point of the post: our new year’s sex party. it was me and my boytoy and my two female roomies in one of my roomies’ mom’s cabin. [they call them cottages here, i don’t know why]. lol

up there new year’s eve with enough booze and pot to last until last night. except i was the only one to bring pot because boytoy forgot it, tho he swears he packed it. that means the last day or so we were just mildly booze-buzzed instead of sublimed out.

so what was the sex party. i used to date one of my roomies. now we just fuck. my other roomie and me started fucking a little over a year ago. i was part of her bi initiation. and my two roomies also get on with each other. and of course, i fuck my boytoy, but neither of them do.

so, being the organizer of the week away, i ended up getting to fuck everyone. the perks of being the host: inviting all who you wanna get into.

and boytoy only fucked me. tho he fucked himself many a times while the rest of us were at it.

the sex tip here is that hosting a sex party with participants who are hyper-comfortable with each other and ground rules is an amazing time. ours lasted 4 days. and there was even a strange clarity that came from the last 2 nights with no pot. i gotta look into that some more i think.

and as part of my views of a christian-compatible sexlife, all 4 of us honoured ourselves and each other in our activities. there was always respect, always freedom, never compulsion, and always intimacy. it was a beautiful end to holidays before school swings back in on monday [well tuesday for me, thank god].

and as i send this to my young friend, i wish her good imaginings and hearty plannings for her first sex party. i recommend she [and all the rest of you] write out a wish list of all the things you’d like to get out of such a party. if it’s inviting a couple and 2 other singles over or 2 couples or whatever, figure out the best case scenario for what you wanna do with who and invite the people who can make that happen.

then, it’s not about setting up the party so you can get that, but looking at the other half of it all: who do you want to pleasure.

and the success of the party comes in the intersection of those things. people getting as much as they hope for and giving as much as they can.

that describes my week to a T. and i hope my young friend can get herself some nice teen cock, pussy and breasts before she grows too old. and as always, i’m open to her and anyone else who wants to talk more about the logistics of getting this all done.

becoming a respected sex party host is a wonderful thing. believe me.

in touch,
holly

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. πŸ™‚

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