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 arrows—how can women enjoy sex without an emotional connection?!—but this lack of investment can be freeing. It’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! 🙂

so true!

3. You’ll learn more about your sexuality

um, fuck yeah.

4. You might learn about yourself emotionally

“The fear and propaganda around one-night stands isn’t just sexist, it’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 you’ve experienced sex as a vehicle for relatively emotionally uncomplicated pleasure, you may even be less likely to go along with sex you don’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. 🙂

“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.”

liberation!

6. You’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!?

News Flash: Bible Doesn’t Reject Blowjobs and Anal Sex in Marriage!

ok, this one should be obvious, but let’s not judge people for asking sincere questions after all.

but here is a good question about where to go in the married bedroom:

QUESTION: “My wife and I love the Lord with all our hearts, and we don’t want to do anything to sin against Him. Our question is in the area of oral sex. Is it scripturally wrong for married couples?”

and the answer on the webpage is correct: the bible doesn’t forbid blowjobs or bum fucking. for married partners. and while the page has a link to onanism, and Sodomites, there is no godly or earthly reason why a man should not fuck his wife’s ass. and there is nothing against them in a healthy 69 escapade!

yay blow jobs and anal sex!

but here’s my commentary. the fact that good christians are so “led” to stop thinking for themselves that they have to ask such [and many other] questions is one of the things about conservative christianity i can’t deal with. obedience to the point of sacrificing one’s own mind.

now i’m not married and i love blowjobs and [more recently] anal sex. and i use my mind to determine that while unmarried i can partake of these delicious delights. and surely i’m going to hell for this, mostly because i’m unrepentant. according to the conservative church anyway.

but i’m not so conservative, so that’s ok with me.

in the end, the bible has no comments on my vibes, lubes, girlfucking, girls grinding on the dance floor at Lick, or what i do to my girlfriend in the tub.

we must use our minds, oh children of god! and let us pray that our bodies are aligned with our minds and we can figure out what is sensible without turning to the likes of the pastor at my childhood church, who really had his head up his ass.

i wonder what the bible says about that.

Sex Tip #16: Get it While You’re Young

[Don’t look at the pix at the end of this post until then.] 🙂

Gravity. I remember it. Or rather I remember when it wasn’t such a big deal.

At times I’ve lamented being sexually inactive before [gasp] 22. and the 7-9 years before then of not using my breasts to their fullest potential.

And I’m not complaining that I’m old and saggy and physically repulsive. I love my bod and appreciate it for all it is. But my gf is 19. I’m 26. Gravity exists for her, but not to the degree it does me.

And i get in moods sometimes when i regret my celibate teen years. But regret tends to replace lessons from various chapters in life. So I avoid giving in to regret.

The tip here is not to be a fuck-whore teenage Christian girl. The tip is to at the very least, enjoy your breasts and maybe share them with someone you are fond of. While yer under 20. That’s it.

So this pix, I saw it with buddy tonight. He liked this awesome cheerleader. And in my mind, I remembered breasts that had a stranglehold on gravity as these do.

Ah the good old days. 🙂

But at least I have my gf!

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. 🙂

i respect the rest of you too. 🙂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

this is where i hit my brainstorm in my reply…

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

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

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

in touch,
holly
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Sex Tip #8: Go to Church Braless

I went to worship service Sunday night. The weather was fine so the day was in the sun.

Holly came with me. She hasn’t been here for years. It was a good service. Lots of worship. Lots of arms waving in the air. Lots of singing. It felt good.

The day was fun, with Holly and a quick drink at tea time at Bimini with Barry. Bad red wine. How is that possible, Bimini, say it isn’t really so. But it was.

But during our day, Holly and I shopped. We don’t like to shop. It’s stressful, but the shopping was a delightful distraction from things amongst us.

And we hit one place on the Drive with some fantastic fabrics and clothes. There was an amazing Guatemalan design. If you know anything from there, you know what I mean. It was a light white cotton strapless halter with lace inset and a “Guatemalan” trim on the top elastic.

Having perfect though small breasts, the halter fit snugly and comfortably. In trying it on, I abandoned my bra. A nice bra, red. It spent the rest of the day in my sack. Then it was texting Barry on the way to Bimini and donairs for dinner.

Yawn. Ok I’m getting to it.

I write this because I didn’t intend to go to worship braless. Truly. But I don’t apologize.

I had a bra, but it so didn’t go with the top. And for the afternoon, even with the subpar red wine, I enjoyed people looking at my top, and my breasts beneath. You couldn’t really “see” anything, but you could make them out well. But that was Bimini when everyone looks at you as if they’re rubbing your ass. Which is fine.

But drinking and eating too late meant it was too tight to whip back home to get a strapless bra and I said ok. Let’s go to church. It’ll be fine.

Sunday night worship on a sunny summer day is no big deal. Not a huge turnout. The church ladies that Holly dreads so much don’t go because overhead projector hymns don’t do it for them.

And the air conditioner is not so great anyway, so THAT problem wasn’t a big worry.

And I like my breasts. As does Barry. And Holly. And Vicky and John. And my husband did too. And others, but I don’t write about them here. 🙂

So we go to church and Holly has a good time, though she takes a while to relax. Understandable after some of the weirdness here for her.

And there’s the singing and the quiet prayer and the talking prayers and such. A moving evening.

And I caught no one gawking at my breasts. Though a few times I found a few eyes looking around for a little too long. And I felt pretty and desirable and not like a whore, even though some Sunday morning women would look at me like I was.

But it is summer, so the argument goes even on days where it’s grimy out. And it was a warm night and we were out and God welcomed me into his presence regardless of whether I was wearing a bra.

And I’m not dating any of the guys or looking to. I’m fine single and doing what I do.

And Christian girls who feel like not wearing a bra should not feel horrified by it. And I know that some girls have less ease at this option than me. I respect that and I don’t want to preach. But my lesson from Sunday night is that you should think hard about going braless to church once or twice.

In part, it says to God that you are the fullness of who you are. God loves all of each of us, even our bodies as a part of our being. And He knows us anyway. So since God knew I spent the afternoon without a bra and I honoured him in my life all day, it was no different in the evening.

So sex tip #8 is to think about wearing no bra to church. And even if you don’t do it, thinking about it will bring you closer to yourself and to God.

In dreams,
Tina

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

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

hot people.

and some great art shots too.

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

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

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

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

click on the pix to see them bigger.

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

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

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

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


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

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

so.

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

in touch,
holly