Why I’m Only a Bit of a Prostitute

Prostitution. I’m in favour. To not be is to be a hypocrite. But with limits.

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

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

I returned home with no $100 in my purse or anything tho. So technically… ๐Ÿ™‚

But beyond technicalities, I hooked.

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

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

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

So I did a bit of that. He enjoyed parts of the weekend doing the exact same stuff he did with her, but with the difference being me and my body and my style. Same process, different content he called it. These marketing people, eh! ๐Ÿ™‚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bitch?

Bitch.

Whore, too.

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

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

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

Anyway, I came away from there with this:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Prostitutes have sex for money.

What’s the difference?

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Three-Peats and Going Commando.

i had an interesting chat with buddy friday night. he told me about all the fucking he did in the previous 24 hours. most of it not with me. ๐Ÿ™‚

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

clothes check:

buddy: jeans, sweater.

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

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

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

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

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

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

cab comes and they get in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

i like this girl already! ๐Ÿ™‚

6 Reasons to Have Casual Sex? Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes

6 Reasons to Have Casual Sex | Sex & Relationships | AlterNet.

ok, so i’m down for all 6.

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

Yes.

2. It might help you transcend your inhibitions.

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

yes, or the girl in the coffee shop in montreal. then you start dating. then you drag her back to vancouver with you and put her pix at the top of your blog! ๐Ÿ™‚

so true!

3. Youโ€™ll learn more about your sexuality

um, fuck yeah.

4. You might learn about yourself emotionally

“The fear and propaganda around one-night stands isnโ€™t just sexist, itโ€™s illogical. Bad long-term relationships involving miscommunication, unmet expectations, and lies are just as likely to damage participants as any sexual disappointment on a short-term scale.”

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

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

“If youโ€™ve experienced sex as a vehicle for relatively emotionally uncomplicated pleasure, you may even be less likely to go along with sex you donโ€™t want, or to seize upon sex as a tool for manipulation.”

life’s short. try it once, if you don’t like it, move on. ok, maybe try it twice with a second partner. ๐Ÿ™‚

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

liberation!

6. Youโ€™ll learn more about sex

liberation, some more.

jury’s in. get on it.

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

who will join me on this grand quest!?

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. ๐Ÿ™‚

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. ๐Ÿ™‚

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! ๐Ÿ™‚

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. ๐Ÿ™‚

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. ๐Ÿ™‚

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. ๐Ÿ™‚

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. ๐Ÿ™‚

Girls just wanna have…cum

Ok, so a friend of my new gf’s sister went on a cruise last month with Rosie O’Donnell and Cindy Lauper and a bunch of others. I’ve had that girls just wanna have fun song in my head since i heard the stories.

this posting is an interview with Diane [her real name, for a change]. she’s my new gf. she’s 19. i’m 26 [i may have big/little sister issues]. she’s not like sanna who lied about her age so the number matched her maturity. i love you sanna!

having broken up with my boytoy at school before moving home to vancouver next month, i met diane.

she’s a friend of one of my roomies. no heterosexuals live in my house. 2 bi, 1 les, one gayboy. the other bi girl introduced me to diane. wow. i ower her my firstborn for that.

what follows is an msn exchange when diane was away for a few days. totally unedited. intended as a bio interview for the blog.

me: so yer a fan of the orgasm thing?

diane: oh yes. keep it cumming, love.

me: tell me about cumming.

diane: well i enjoy it alot. i got out of my way to get it. what dyou wan me to say?

me: well, the early days that led up to your bi life and your sexual deviances into hooking and porn. oh, and how your catholicism fits into it all.

diane: oh that. ๐Ÿ™‚ well i’ve always thot the virgin mary statues were pretty cute. i’m not the only 1 to feel that. ive talked to boys and girls who agree. it may be sick but its common. nice angelic face. that kinda thing. but i imagine people had lotsa acne back then. hygene couldn’t hvae been all that great. that’s not going where u want eh?

me: no. i forgive u. sexual past. start with that?

diane: ok. well, catholic school was fun. coed. lotsa boys. lotsa girls. lotsa cigarettes, homemade beer, pot. a bit of acid. lotsa parties at various cottages. and lotas sex. experimnting i guess. some times with a girl giving handjobs to two boys. but i guess my first real time of sexuality beyond just touching meself was at school. we had a mini-gym attached to the main gym. it was kinda weights room and it had a big mat down for the wrestlers. after a volleyball game me and some buds were hanging around the school late. we did that lots. there was community classes that came in later for badminton and stuff. but before that we were sitting in the weights room just chatting. me and my cousine and 2 boys. cant even remember there names. anyways we got to rolling around and kissing and stuff and swapping boys and at one point the guy on me gets off and starts rubbing my cousine’s boob. and the guy on her sits up and rubs the other one. and i’m just sitting there. wtf.

me: ya wtf

diane: well she was trying to get them to stop, pushin there arms away and stuff, but laughing. i wanted to help her but i didnt do anything but watch. and i figured she said no but meant yes. so i just watched. and then the one who was on me pulled up her shirt to her shoulders and started touching her breasts, the skin and under her bra. and she stopped fighting it and let it go. and teh other boy did the other breast. it was really hot.

me: and u were how old

diane: grade 9. cousine grade 10

me: did anyone get onto your boobs? or anything else?

diane: no. i was fine just watching. my cousine loves me. she enjoyed being this role model for me. the next summer she showed me her bi side.

me: so she got you into girls

diane: ya. just her really. for a couple years anyways.

me: and the rest of high school?

diane: no more girls. a few boys. lotsa playing at parties and stuff. trying to convince boys that kissing them and rubbing and stuff at parties doesnt mean were engaged. that its just fun. but sex with only a couple boys. then i graduated

me: ok the porns. howd u get to that

diane: my cousine’s dealer’s brother’s friend. simple eh. met him at a party. made out a bit. he tried to get my pants off and i said no. he said ok and told me about some work he did with camera work on porns and said i’d be great at it. like he would know. anyway we started dating and he took me to a shoot at a nice suburban house. said i could watch from teh back. got into a few good conversations with one of the guys and 2 of the girls. their other jobs, lives, gf’s and bf’s, school plans, sex history, details about hte industry and std’s and stuff.

me: so you got an agent?

diane: no. i just talked to marc and said i’d be interested but that i’d need to approve everthing to happen. one of the girls said that sometimes [rarely] things drift beyond the “script” and to insist that it stays to what everyone agrees on.

me: and your first time with it?

diane: it was the scene with carrie and the boy who comes in at the end and fucks her while i’m rubbing her boobs. and i felt good in front of the camera. i could ignore it and the others being there was just kinda a thrill. $450. pretty easy. it was in the same house as i visited that time. the next time was $575. sucked by the redhead, sucked the asian guy.

me: and the big money?

diane: $700. fucked by the asian guy and the guy with the crewcut.

me: and when was that

diane: january.

me: and your future adult film plans?

diane: none right now. but marc’s director gave me the name of a guy in vancouver. so maybe we’ll get into it.

me: ya we’ll see.

diane: cuz your porn-curiousity kills the cat bitch

me: ANYWAYS, lets talk about hte hooking

diane: yes my whoredom. yer a whore too.

me: i know but that comes later

diane: ok. so it started with a call from a guy i knew in high school. dated a bit but weren’t really compatible. he was 2 years ahead. he gets a job outta high school as a drug rep visiting doctors pushing various drugs. and he calls me up last june after we met up again at a party and he says he has a weekend training thing at le president hotel in sherbrooke. and i should come. so i go. i dont wanna date him but i like the vacation idea. i spend most of the weekend in teh pool chatting up some of the staff and a couple from buffalo. and he pays. and we drink and eat and order movies and fuck a few times. and once he wanted me to give him a handjob in the hot tub that looks like hugh hefners grotto, but i had too much respect for, i don’t know, everyone in the world, to do that in there. in teh end it was pretty easy. and an expensive weekend that he didnt really pay for past some of the booze and movies. and i like it. no strings. and that was it.

me: and then what

diane: then he calls me in july and we do it again. this time in toronto. same kinda arrangement. but this time i said i need to buy some nice earrings for our dinners. and we go to the hotel/mall jewelry store and he puts $300 on earrings for me.

me: such a whore

diane: i know. i liked it tho. and when i got home i called up the assistant manager of the cafe i work at who had moved to another outlet and said i would go out with him. he was asking lots. and we went to dinner and a bad movie and i told him we can go out again if he takes me away. this was my trip to buffalo.

me: and your high school boys?

diane: ya. the guys i hung with in high school. mostly there broke or in school (and broke). but a few of them are making some good cash and when i see them at parties and they ask me out, i tell them yes and wehre i’d like to go. and that if i need to shop for a nice clothes or bedroom accessories, they’ll do it for me.

me: and madeline

diane: ya. madeline i met online. she’s a dom and has 4 men in her town or time zone who she knows in person or online. they fund her rent, food and tuition. she’s only occasionally fucked 2 of them. but mostly she controls them and they support her lifestyle. shes my role model. aside form you.

me: xoxo

diane: and then there was last month. dyou want me to tell it

me: yes ๐Ÿ™‚

diane: so my third weekend with this one guy from school. he was in my grade. took me to sherbrooke and montreal. and this time when we do the short drive we get to the hotel and go to the restaurant to eat. and this girl is sitting in the restaurant alone reading a book by jeanette winterson. and she’s cute and i like her smile at parts in the book. and my “bf” for the weekend says ya she’s cute. so i ask him to invite her to join us if she’s alone. and he totally doesn’t have the balls for it. so while he’s weaseling out of it i jsut get up and go over to her and say hey. and she says hey. and i say if yer alone, you’re welcome to join us. my names’ diane. and she says her name’s holy and that woudl be nice. she was meeting her father at the hotel and he left just b4 dinner so she was alone.

me: holly

diane: ya holly. ๐Ÿ™‚ holy holly. and we hit it off for dinner and get into the 3rd bottle of $40 wine and i say we should hit the hot tub. holly says she doesn’t have a bathing suit. so i say how about some drinks upstairs and she’s like ya and my friend’s thinking great thoughts.

me: and after a fun night and a boy who doesn’t have much energy after all that booze, we go get me a nice bathing suit the next day. he pays. $125. a bit of a waste cuz i’m usually naked when i’m swimming. ๐Ÿ™‚

diane: and teh rest of the weekend is my little friend’s ultimate thrill of his life having a 3sum outta the blue.

me: and it’s nice cuz he was a nice boy. and sexually gentle and way out of his league when u and i were fucking. which is fine with me anyways.

diane: and you were a great pickup. ๐Ÿ™‚

me: i know. it was fun.

diane: and you have a few marks, er boys in vancouver to keep it up. trips to whistler and stuff eh.

me: i know. it’ll be fun. we’ll make a go of it. it’ll be great summer in deedy!

diane: so is that it?

me: what

diane: the interview?

me: ya i guess. unless theres something u wanna add

diane: yes. its all about the orgasm bitch! ๐Ÿ™‚

me: truth.

diane: xoxo

me: xoxo

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!

Fucking Catholic Boys [or not]: Sex Tip #6

so “kevin” emails me.

outta the blue the other day.

this is kevin from a couple posts ago a couple months ago:
http://stcg.blogspot.com/2007/04/fucking-catholic-boys-who-have.html

you should read that post before reading this update.

i thought i’d summarize it for you. he said i could, but not to paste the whole thing in. i don’t know why but ok. maybe he worships my writing style. ๐Ÿ™‚

here goes…

so a week or so after he goes home from the conference he and Vittoria start fighting over little things. like who picks what movie they see. not the movie but who picks. [i’d have thought that no one would, but that doesn’t matter at all.] they were all frosty and tempered with each other.

and she comes out and says what’s wrong with him. and he’s like what’s wrong with you and she describes all the shit that he’s been doing and when he goes to describe her shit, it’s like nothing really all that big a deal and he says something happened at the conference with another girl. and they start talking about it.

and here’s where i get to be a marital [type] counsellor. he actually shows her the blog piece. i TOTALLY didn’t expect this, which is why i wrote it like i did.

and he tells her how he feels about her and that he’s not looking for someone else, but different things from their relationship. and all through it she’s a little shocked but good about listening to him. to me it sounds like she was a little shut down cuz i figured that if she ever read this blog she’d freak out. but maybe i don’t know her. i don’t. ๐Ÿ™‚ hi Vittoria, i assume you’ll read this too. nice to meet you. ๐Ÿ™‚ sorta in the online virtual way.

i like enrique too.

anyway, kevin writes that there was parts of his brain that were allllllllllways keeping the back door open, that he wanted to just say fuck Vittoria, or more technically, forget about her and fuck me. woulda been nice i think. ๐Ÿ™‚ i’m glad i guessed that right.

anyway, he writes that showing Vittoria the blog was about letting her know important true things about him. actually he didn’t show it, he read it to her. which i thought was amazing for him. wtg, kevin!

and then they start talking about sex and all the things they do. that’s big of her, cuz i figured she would have killed him. and she says ya, she likes watching him cum when she gives him a hand job. and that she didn’t remember when he says he saw most of her breast, but when he explained the time she did. does that mean she is too un-self-conscious about her body? i knew a girl in high school who totally said she wasn’t hot but EVERY boy wanted her. not that she was coy, but she really believed she wasnt hot. wrong-o. maybe Vittoria isn’t aware of people trying to see her breasts. ๐Ÿ™‚

amateur psychoanalysis here. ๐Ÿ™‚

so Vittoria says hand jobs have always been ok for her. but only cuz of the boy masterbation problem. i’d like to tell her about the girl problem some day. ๐Ÿ™‚

and he says that when they get engaged he wants to do more things with her, sexually. and she’s like well it sounds like you wanna do that now, before we get engaged. and he’s like, yeah. ๐Ÿ™‚

she said she was really surprised about the bathing suit thing that kevin looks at her pussy when she wears it. that’s where i get my thing above about her not being aware of her desirability.

anyway i was mostly right again about it being a good thing that she knows he’s looking at her pussy. she also felt a little pressured by knowing that in the past he was doing that. i can understand that, if the rules of the relationship were more celibate.

i must say, Vittoria, that my ass is special to me. i like it to be rubbed too. and when it gets rubbed, i get really turned on. and that’s a good thing. i suspect you might get that too. justa guess. ya???

and when it comes to the double standard of handjobs for him, and bj’s, but no access to her body, kevin said she understood the point. quite clearly. and she wasn’t offended by it. whew. woulda been a problem if she was, i think.

there’s the saving her body for marriage. check. there’s the modest. check. but the modesty thing is just the tip of that iceberg. she says to him that despite having assertive rules about bodies and things, it’s also to cover up that fact that she’s done very little sexually and is just really nervous.

i was really happy to read that. truth.

and she’s known about progression and wandering eyes and getting to make him cum will make him want more and if he doesn’t get it, he may look elsewhere. turns out, me.

and she’s wanted more too, but self-consciousness and a bit of fear plus the marriage, etc. stuff was in the way. totally understandable to me.

and masterbation. she doesn’t do it. she’s actually afraid to do it. i’ve heard that before. not afraid of anything rational. fear isn’t always like that. it’s fear that she’ll be out of control of her body. that, i totally understand. i was there from 14-22 years old. i feel her pain there.

and she was really happy when she heard that he’s imagining her naked. she assumed that, but it was so nice to hear it, she said. i bet! ๐Ÿ™‚

and she said that it never occured to her to ask him to masterbate for her. and he says he would like to and she says she’d like that. a lot. ๐Ÿ™‚

and instead of being totally mad at him and me for what we did in that motel room, she was moreso envious of me that he masterbated for me before her. sad a bit too, but she was very understanding, largely influenced i think by her wanting him to do it for her.

she also likes how i kinda stripped for him. and then they had a real long conversation. she did almost all the talking. about how she has so little experience with sexuality. dating in high school. no sex. no masterbation. lotsa kissing. bum feeling too. some boys hands between her legs at times when she was totally not comfortable with that. awkward! boys hands on her boobs, same response but to a lesser degree.

she liked how cocks felt rubbed up against her. especially her bum. i notice a trend here.

but she never felt a cock with her hand. one troublesome time, the most problematic of her sexual career, was when she was with her bf in grade 12 on a couch at his place and he was on top of her and finally got her to spread her legs and he was rubbing her pussy with his cock [not quite her words, according to kevin] and she was really liking it [duh], but then he came in his jeans. and her GUILT sledgehammer swung in. he was mostly cool with it and kinda laughed it off while going off to change. and she was outta there real soon after and the relationship fizzled.

i can see how this all builds up.

in the end she is made quite horny by hearing about all we did together/near each other in that hotel room. so some real good came from all that.

and hearing about how he came for me, she wanted it too. that’s sweet. ๐Ÿ™‚

he says when we were sleeping his hard cock on me was while he was asleep. nice. ๐Ÿ™‚

and she was not upset about when i sucked him off. she was a little, but her world was kinda being spun in huge circles so in the big scheme of things it was no big deal compared to how he didnt fuck me. i can see that. tho i was sure she’d hate the bj.

and it wasn’t catholic guilt that kept him from wanting to suck me. it was a desire to not go any further. sounds like guilt to me, but it could also just be a real conscious choice. which is cool. i can live with that. ๐Ÿ™‚

so in the end, i had a good time that night. so did he. but it clearly bugged him enough to get in the way in his relationship. which is fine. life is full of inspiring moments that make or break people.

and while he didn’t go into tons of detail, which is my job he says, he did explain a few things in his email about where his relationship has gone.

they didn’t get engaged suddenly so they could do more. engagement is a different kind of thing he says. and they haven’t fucked, but they did more their sexual relationship forward somewhat. yay kevin and Vittoria!

after the whole showing her the blog event, that night they pushed their limits. he masterbated for her and she loved it. she still wanted to touch or suck his cock, but she loved watching him make himself cum. and she talked about being wet watching it.

after he came he said she let him take off her top and bra and rub and stroke and kiss and lick her breasts. she really enjoyed it. i bet! a nice first for her in a good context too.

and over the weeks they’ve done the same kind of stuff as before. but now here boobs are in play. he has recently started tit-fucking her and she’s gotten naked down to her everything but her panties which he is allowed to rub with his hands and cock, front and back. sounds like a great balance they’ve gotten to.

and she likes his cum on her. as most girls do i think.

and they aren’t into masterbating her yet. but why rush things. i know that every day that goes by before she starts to have orgasms is a lost day, but more important is a healthy embrace of the whole orgasm experience.

so.

christian girls.

the sex tip? progress. advance. move forward. not fast, not slow, just at a good speed. do it with honesty. take conflict as a catalyst to improve things. look for ways to get more in touch with your body and the body of your lover.

and while you may have lines you don’t cross, respect them, but give yourself permission to enjoy what you do do before you hit those lines.

nipples are meant to be exceedingly happy. if it falls within your line, find ways of making them so. and cocks are spectacular chunks of biology. pay attention to them and learn general rules about them and specific rules about them on specific boys

and remember, your body is for fun and for your well-thought-out plans for the future. keep the guilt down and the healthy respect up.

and in the end, if your relationship with your boy [or girl] is not as open and loving and supportive and exploratory as kevin and Vittoria, get it there, and then some.

it’s worth the ride.

in touch,
holly