Sex Tip #24: When He Doesn’t Fuck You

Don’t ask. Tell a man that he can’t fuck you.

And it’s nice that he obeys you. Shouldn’t be that hard but it is. But not always.

Meet Carmella, 18–January birthday, Catholic, volunteering at my school before doing her teaching degree. She’s into SCIENCE so she’s a treat. Volunteering in Chem and Physics classes keeps her away from my end of the building, but we hit it off anyway. Not the least of which was that she graduated from high school at 16 and thinks the place is in need of some serious juice.

As a good girl at a Catholic school she was an obedient servant of Jesus, except when she indulged in the sinful lust of envy of her best friend, Dierdre, who was fucking any of 3 boys who she also really liked. Mental lust is as sinful as fucking. I know, I know.

Then in grade 11, she found out that they were comparing notes on fucking her friend. Of course she told her. Dude with the longest cock talked about what she did when he really rammed her. The other dingbats were on about squeezing her boobs until she almost cried. Basically she was their meat. They didn’t suck her clit, make her cum or make her body an orgasmic temple of fuck. They just used her. And she learned nothing about how to rock her cum.

And how did Carmella find out? One of them [drunk] simply told her what they said about her friend. That was the last time she even pondered pre-marital sex. I get that. I so do. She kept her rosary in her purse and embraced her virginity. High 5!

Fast forward to last Christmas. Her 16 year old brother, her mom and her go to Cabo for Christmas. The Mexicans really get into the Jesus of it all, so that was a bonus for her little sociology observations about Christmas on the Baja.

But the highlight of her trip was fucking around with this guy, but not fucking him. And without going into the #notallmen thing, let’s just say many men are assholes, sexually. But many aren’t. And after months of talking about all this, Carmella finally shared with me her journal, which she shares with her slutty best friend and slutty cousin in Kamloops, and without permission to type it into here verbatim so you can see what she pulled off in Cabo, I was allowed to paraphrase. Winner! But it wasn’t her regular journal, it was her IntimateSexLustSin companion journal, which she’s sure her mom doesn’t know to snoop in.

dec. 23

  1. they all took the minibus to todos santos. met dene, pronounced denny. short for branden. 24. lean and strong. seriously into yoga. they chatted a bit in the van and  ended up inviting him to join them for lunch at their table in todos santos. he was in cabo alone. likes his quiet times. they saw the fruit. saw the church. saw the surf. saw colours they’ve never seen before decorating the church. dene was interested in the church but not in a catholic kind of way, but in a humans-are-cool kind of way.
  2. on the way back to cabo they stopped at this random beach for the swimming part. the waves were bigger than in cabo, and less “i’ll killlllll you all!” but not quite as warm. dene was funny, full of smirks when dean [her brother] poked fun at her ass. her new one piece has ties at the sides to raise or lower the amount of butt coverage. while she kept having to lower them to cover herself, the pacific ocean wanted the bottom half of herbum exposed and kept loosening the ties back up. which is why the sheer black swimming skirt was useful. dean kept on about her huge butt and trying to slap herexposed ass. and dene laughed him off, but in a slightly dismissive way. which was nice and made dean mostly go away. and dene said that her butt is curvy and luscious. as an extension of her wide welcoming hips. huh? [i was convinced it was a compliment because some guys like round, juicy asses.]
  3. so he paused as says “wide welcoming hips are good for a solid base for a man to manoevre on top of.” and in Camella’s head, she’s immediately like, no, you don’t get to fuck me. but she calmed down a bit and stopped being paranoid and smirked. she’s a big girl and can take that. even though last december she was just 17.
  4. and then dene said ass slapping doesn’t have to be taunting. a solid high velocity yet slow motion touch can be a good thing. and as at that moment the pacific yet again pushed the swimming skirt up over her back, her white butt was there, facing him. and he was looking, so she’s like, “show me. i didn’t get that slow motion part.”
  5. so he swings his hand down onto her butt, but instead of removing it, he keeps it there, with his fingers pointing down, cupping the bottom of her cheek. then he slides his fingertips down the top of her thigh for a cm or so and lifts it away, with a “voila!”
  6. and she’s happy with that. that works. she did NOT dislike him touching her. but once again she’s like, “no, you don’t get to fuck me. but i was thinking of fucking him. which is fine.” [no, it’s sinful, but i don’t judge!]

dec. 26, practically midnight

  1. she ran into dene a couple times over the holiday. and he had the early dinner with her crew yesterday, christmas, and he crashed early.
  2. she saw him tonight after dinner at the pool. enjoyed the margaritas in the pool bar and saw karin. karin with an i. she was on the van to todos santos and the object of dean’s badly hidden glances. karin and her friend are about 35 and she has the very large boobs. but not so large that she couldn’t carry her plastic margarita cup inside the strap of her bikini between her boobs. 2 straws stuck together allow the sipping. Carmella thought she’s a fancy piece. she still liked her by the time boxing day rolled around. and here dean was probably masturbating in the shower thinking about all her side boobs he saw at the beach up the coast.
  3. around 9 they went into the beach jacuzzi with the last margs for the night. not a huge jacuzzi, but it wasn’t crowded. eventually karin, her bud and 3 other people came in. getting a bit crowded. and dene moves beside her. legs touching. fine. then the games.
  4. he puts her hand on his knee and then puts his hand on hers. “do you want to lead or follow?” oy. she says “follow.” and he slides his fingers around her knee and she does the same. the up along the top of her thigh to the top of the skirt at the bathing suit ties, then over to her belly. and of course he has an erection, she notices as she slides her hand onto his yoga belly and brushed his pokey shorts. margarita, plus not touching a penis in 80 years made her happy. “but no, that doesn’t mean he can fuck me.” [Carmella said she had touched and rubbed a handful of penises in her life. rarely sucked, never manifested an dude’s orgasm except was “gifted” with a few, but she sure liked the feel of a hard cock rubbing up against her.]
  5. then his hand goes up, but not to her boobs because he’d end up elbowing her in the head to get his arm that high. so her hand goes up. then he’s back down to her belly and she’s like “PLEASE don’t go down,” not totally screaming it in her head but willing his hand to stay up, but at the same time wanting him rubbing her. so while his hand is doing NOTHING on her belly, she slides her knees apart. honestly yeah, hoping and waiting. and he goes down. and it FELT SO NICE! and she turn her head and kissed him as he slowly rubs her.
  6. this goes on for weeks and he stops kissing and moves his hand off. and at that point she realizes she stopped playing the game. she hadn’t grab his penis like she should have. yikes! and he stands up and turns around so that he’s facing the ocean and kneels on the seat part. and he grabs her hand to pull her around beside him. and they lean on the edge of the jacuzzi looking at the ocean down the way. and under the jacuzzi water he slides his hand up under my skirt and rubs all that expose butt of hers. loving it. and more than a few times he slides his fingers up under the bathing suit and pulls it up some more and he gets his hand all over all her butt. she loosens what’s left of the ties below her hips so the bottom of her suit is maximally loose.
  7. and after a few months of this, jose security guard walks by and says it’s 10 o’clock so the pool and hot tub are closed. and a few minutes later all the coloured lights in the pool area go out, leaving just the white ones that keep everyone from bonking their heads on everything. and she hadn’t been in the jacuzzi at 10pm before because it turns out that 10pm doesn’t mean anyone leaves, but that it becomes a naked hot tub. and karin with an i stands up, and takes off her bottoms, then her top, letting the serious boobs free. and everyone else gets naked, so Carmella sits down. “not for me” she’s thinking. and dene sits down. and it’s clear that karin’s buddy is rubbing her boobs under the water. and dene says she may want to just slide the straps off her shoulders. ok fine. and her boobs are freeing up a bit. and karin with an i is smiling and this other couple gets out of the jacuzzi. nice penis. nice small boobs. and they walk down to the ocean. Carmella is certain karin is getting her pussy rubbed too. she kept staring at her looking for some kind of sign. nope. all in her head. or not.
  8. and dene says let’s get out of here. and she says ok. get up and feel her boobs half way spilling out, watching dene look at them. and he didn’t lick his lips but she could see his face was all about sucking her now. grabbed her bag, feeling for the key in there, yes. and sandals and like a champ, she keep my straps down. feeling the air on more of her boobs than normal. dene still has the erection and he is completely casual. which was deeply attractive. want to come up to my room he says. and she says sure. he has all the bottled water he says. walking for a bit and she just blurts out, “this doesn’t mean you can fuck me.” and he smiles and laughs abit and says no worries. and she says “sorry, i just meant, i’d like to not have sex.” and he’s like, no worries. and now she wants to fuck him. crap!

and a number of things happen over the next couple hours.

  1. she didn’t fuck him.
  2. got into his room and he walked me over in front of the tall mirror. and stood behind her and pressed his penis onto her ass. thank you very much for that.
  3. he put his hands on hers, then all 4 on her belly. he pushed one hand down and one up. legs go apart a bit for more warm Carmella rubbing. and the other hand is up and holding her breast.
  4. tell him it’s been a while. like a couple years since she did any of this. and when she did any of this before it was not hugely fun for her. and he’s like, no worries.
  5. and kissing.
  6. and he pulls her hands behind her and they rub her ass. love it.
  7. then he’s holding her breasts, rubbing nipples. and he says that she drive now. she can do whatever she wants. and her heart has won this lottery feeling.
  8. she steps behind him and looks at his body in the mirror. grabbed his penis and squeeze and rub it. then open his shorts and drop them. such a beautiful penis, my god. so nice to rub. so nice.
  9. and she get down. lick it and suck it. so nice. so much warmth and she just knows he’s not going to push it in her mouth so he can cum. and he doesn’t. so nice.
  10. so she lies face down on the bed and says to make her feel amazing.
  11. he climbs on top and rubs his penis on her ass and starts telling her things. this is what he’s wanted to do for days. since the beach. since he touched her butt. and he pulls her legs apart and slides his hand under to rub her pussy more. yes. and he thumbs her butt. then he pushes up my bathing suit as high as it goes so most of her butt is out. he rubs his penis all over it, then slides it under and between her legs and rubs it on her pussy. and she tells that part in her head that wants to fuck him, to shut up.
  12. then he rolls her over and lies on top of her and kisses her and begins grinding his penis on her pussy. so wet. 8 years later he pulls the top of her suit down and sucks her boobs so softhardsofthard. then he slides up and titfucks her. but not with intent to injure. not with the idea of pressing his penis into her nipple so hard that she whimpers, cuz that’s not fun, she knows from experience. because why would anyone. then she licks his penis some more. so nice.
  13. then they drink the water more. and they say words. and some of them are that she doesn’t masturbate. that she’s only had a couple probably orgasms. that she’s never had sex and she’s ok with wanting to but knowing she’s not ready yet. and some of the words are dene asking if she’s 18 and her saying yes, because it was days away from being true anyway, so there. and more talking. and then he just begins narrating.
  14. he pulls the suit off the rest of the way
  15. rubs his penis on her pussy, the grinding is hot. and sliding her legs apart lets him rub his penis on her lips. so slippery. here, her hips being welcoming enough for his hips to work around in here.
  16. and straddling her lets them both rub his cock, and he can reach back to finger her clit, but he won’t push inside her vagina.
  17. and sliding down on her lets him lick her pussy and finger her clit, and here he’d usually have a couple fingers inside her, feeling the warm and wet of her vagina. and he squeezes her bum while making her clit swell.
  18. and she moans and rubs her nipple and squeezes her bum too as she has her first doubtless orgasm. that moment knowing she’s merely had little thrill things before…not like this.
  19. and when it ends she pushes him back because she needs water and he can’t touch her now because she’ll explode.
  20. and she drinks and drinks. and she lies down and curls and holds herself and says she wants to see him cum. and she sucks him and rubs his balls and tells him to show her how he cums.
  21. so he pulls her up along side him at the top of the bed so he can kiss her and lick her boobs. and he begins a hard pounding rubbing and closes his eyes and moans and rubs so hard.
  22. then he gets on top of her and starts grinding again, but says that this is a good way for her to cum, to press his penis on her clit and grind it around. and she can hold it and move it all over her clit as she needs. but now he’s going to talk about just the tip.
  23. and he presses the head of his cock down from her clit onto her vagina. and he says that assholes often lie when girls say they don’t want to fuck. and they say they just want to put the tip into her vagina. just the tip. and press a bit. and pull out. then in goes the tip again. and it gets covered in her cream and he slides it around a bit. then he’ll push a bit more. but just the “rest” of the tip. and by tip he really meant the whole head. but that’s all. meanwhile all he’s doing is nestling the tip between her lips. at her vagina. not in. and he says this is where they rape you, because the tip becomes the head and then he says it feels so good and asks you if it feels good too. and you say yes cuz duh. and you want him in you even though you don’t. and you can’t stop anything now because he CAN’T keep putting just the head in, he needs to feel his penis all the way inside your vagina. all the way as far as he can get it.
  24. then meanwhile, he slides his tip back up to her clit and grinds some more and says she has to beware this “just the tip” bullshit. and he slides up and slides his cock into her mouth and she sucks and he presses a bit hard and she gags and chokes a bit and he pulls out and lies beside her again and starts rubbing his now much wetter penis again. and he speeds up then slows…right…down…and holds it tight…then it blows cum up his chest and onto her belly and breasts and onto the pillow and sheets.
  25. and he sighs and thumbs his penis head as the rest of his cum comes out. and she rubs it gently and feels the warm cum cool on his penis and belly and on her breasts.
  26. and she tastes it and it’s yes. and she sucks him gently and he smiles and laughs and has the big happy eyes.
  27. and he gets a couple warm washcloths and washes them and they drink.
  28. and other things happen.
  29. she stands, wide-legged, facing out of the sliding door, looking at the ocean. he turns out the lights and watches her rub her bum. and bend over a bit and rub her clit. and turn around and rub her boobs.
  30. and he stands behind her looking into the mirror, poking his penis between her legs for her to finger.
  31. and he kneels and goes down on her as she stands in front of that mirror, leaning back against a chair.
  32. and he lies on her, grinding some more. and he says how much of him could fit inside her. and she dreams and dreams of it. and he says how amazing it feels to cum inside a woman. and that guys will do almost anything to do it. but that he’s not an asshole. he smiles.
  33. and it’s after midnight and she’s getting tired but she needs to shower. so they shower and kiss and rub and suck some more. and she is so happy.
  34. and they get their suits on again and go out for a dip in the pool. the hot tub is still full of a few naked people but they want to be alone. they drift quietly together and in her mind she’s thinking that she has enough chlorine smell on her to go back to her room. and she thinks she’s paranoid too. but all that’s ok.

And in the end, she’s not sure his name was Braeden or Branden and if he lived in Boise or Boulder. But we all know she’ll never see him again. They flew home a day later and she only glanced at him across the pool yard a couple times but couldn’t grab a minute to see him. But that felt all ok.

SHE felt all ok. And she ended up with a high bar to use for the next guy. And the next guy.

And then, days into January, she turned 18. Whatever that meant in Mexico, Canada or the USA. And she knew that something was slightly risky with all that. But that she invested in trust and she knew her soul and it was sublime.

And she stopped counting her orgasms months ago. Too many to count. And she’s still single and has not been allowed to attend my bra-less parties until she’s 19, so soon.

But she comes to regular parties and holds her own. High-5.

And in the end, she now knows that some guys actually won’t fuck you if you ask them to.

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Going Braless, Yes!

As long as I’m meat, men will define the boundaries of my identity and sexuality. I choose bralessness in a variety of circumstances.

As a teacher, my job is to empower people. I choose to wear a bra at work because the stress of not doing so is not worth the hassle.

But it turns out, Kaitlyn is braver than me!

Burn your bras, sistas!

And frankly, I’d like to punch in the throat any male colleague who cannot contend with a braless student in class. Complete and utter bullshit!

This is the shirt Kaitlyn was wearing when she was sent to the office.

When I left the office, I was so upset that I posted a picture of what I was wearing on Facebook, telling everyone, ‘If any of you are curious, this is the shirt I was wearing when I was called out.’ I most definitely wasn’t wearing anything against the dress code.” 

braless

via Facebook / Kaitlyn Juvik

Principal Steve Thennis said he won’t check someone’s undergarments but does ask they dress appropriately…

…“and if we feel it is inappropriate, male or female, we are going to ask them to cover up.” 

Sex Tips for Christian Girls #23: You Can’t Trade Sex for Counselling. Duh.

Greetings my bitches and sperm spewers!the_fall_of_sin___extended_by_anton101

i hereby resolve to do more than one post in 2016. see…i’m already halfway there!

i have many updates. of friends and new friends. and semen and cunts. and visions of 2016.

but the first comes as the last key killer discussion of 2015. with one of the counsellors at my school.

she’s someone we go out drinking with on fridays and other times. she’s someone who deals in honesty and has no time for bullshit. but she is always there for people to work through their process. even if bullshit is part of that process.

this discussion is a no brainer. but there were surprising twists.

issue we hypothetically construct:

  1. woman is going through an emotional or life crisis.
  2. she seeks a counsellor for help.
  3. she sets up biweekly appointments at over $100/hour.
  4. things are going well. she’s getting into some shit. but it’s going to take some time.
  5. 2 months in, she loses her job and ends up losing her west side [too expensive anyway] apartment, putting fondest memories into storage and rents a room in a shared house with a friend and some acquaintances.
  6. at any rate, she can’t afford these sessions anymore as she’s on EI and is embracing the raw food lifestyle out of necessity.
  7. so she phones him up to cancel her upcoming appointments.
  8. he lets her come in for the next one for free.

and the issue is…and this is where my lovely zany question comes in…is it unethical for him to offer to continue treating her in exchange for no money. but just sex.

and obviously the answer is yes. deeply unethical. duh. and there’s no point even going into the reasons why. duh.

but my counsellor friend of mine and i, over far too much sangria began discussing the logistics of this anyway. and while we came up with what i recall to be over half a dozen good reasons why it’s not only unethical, but also bad therapeutic practice, we worked up the scenario anyway.

  1. biweekly appointments would mean biweekly sex?
  2. at, say, $135/session, that’s $270/month. so is it like she’s let him fuck her for $135 every time?
  3. what if he wanted weekly sex from her? would she feel cheaper if she’s then only “getting paid” $62.50 to fuck him each time?
  4. would the sex be before or after each appointment or at a completely different time?
  5. her place [awkward] or his? or some neutral place? his office?
  6. is there a way for her to imagine in her mind that she could get good treatment while being sexually compromised?
  7. what about pro bono therapists? who wouldn’t demand sex.
  8. what happens if she stops enjoying sex with him? if she never does enjoy it? what happens if she feels trapped, and not immediately, i should add?
  9. and power. it’s always about power. never about the sex. so no need to delve into all that.

and while the whole conversation was about an undeniably immoral and unethical situation, we couldn’t help but keep going with the mental puzzle of how it could possibly work.

my counsellor friend, like many therapists, has had her buttons pushed during sessions sometimes and she has her own counsellor to deal with her own processes as well as triggery things that come up.

this friend has admitted to being attracted to at least one of her counsellors in her life. we’re only human. so have i. probably everyone has.

but there seems to be a logistically sensible situation in which it’s conceivable to trade sex for therapy, but beyond the hypotheticalness of it, it’s just mad.

so. by the end of it, we asked ourselves if we somehow now just love wasting our time with stupid conversations.

one one hand, yes.

on another hand, why was it such a big deal to drive through all the logistics just to see if it could hypothetically work?

no easy answer there.

all i know, is that it was compelling enough to keep our attention for enough time.

and sometimes, the only way to actually have “cards against humanity” type conversations, is to get some drunk on, get with a safe friend and actually dig in. even if you know it’s wrong. not the actual conversation, but the thing you’re talking about. cuz it doesn’t even matter.

in the end, that’s one way to know you’ve got a goooood friend! 🙂

in touch,

holly

Making your heart sing!

i’m getting more into tantric sex.

i’m getting more into keeping my dear dear lover hard until i can make him cum at whim. like hours, but really 30-45 minutes is goo.

i’ve fallen in love. like, in the cliche way. i still love buddy and my girlfriend, but i’ve moved out of that household and in with my llllllllover!

i think we’re going to get married some day. i just loooove him.

and he likes his sex and his cum and my cunt and all the sweaty bits, but my heart sings when he unloads in me.

he is brilliant and flaky and a risque divorcee. and his ex left him for manhattan. and he is ok talking to me about her juicy cunt and what he used to do to it and watch other fellows do to it. and i love listening to him talk about it/her. he keeps having to lick his lips. then he sucks me until i whimper.

i want to get pregnant and know that his cum can mix with me and make a new thing. from pretty much scratch.

i want to lie in bed with him reading or watching movies or porn and just exist with his cock in my cunt. not softening, not leaving, just staying there. like it’s how i breathe.

and on the bus, when i had my marking bag on my lap and my hand underneath, i daydreamed about the last time i had his cock in me for soooo many minutes. i juiced up and simply pressed my finger on my clit and did the no-hip-moving dance of secret orgasms.

and when he came home, he walked in the door and i was there for him to rub my still wet panties. so i confessed my bus sin and helped him back into my cunt.

there are times i only want his cum in my for the rest of my life. but that passes. but i am beside myself thinking that i can ever think that. i am charmed indeed!

in touch,

holly

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then, as they say, later rinse repeat.

I fucking LOVE this dress!

Sex Tip #22: We Should All Charge for Sex

i was talking to a christian virgin in her 20s last week, the sister of a girl i teach with. she is good without intercourse. she has a firm line. she considers it an issue of personal integrity and morality. all fine.

but she loves being sucked and sucking so her morality doesn’t stop her from getting to third base. good girl. and she has the classic girl lament that once her boy cums, he has a hard time focus on her mere existence! 🙂

ladies first. has to be said. but, continuing on…

but she had something really interesting to say.

she thinks of sex as a massively powerful thing. and she figures that if girls choose to cease to be virgins before marriage [which she understands but doesn’t embrace herself obviously], she wonders why all girls don’t charge for it.

so she clearly doesn’t judge sex trade workers, but she also sees it like compromising a virtue being a very black and white thing. once you have sex you’ve crossed a line. you’re in another realm of virtue. different. and in her case, for herself: lesser.

but she figures that if she were to cross that line and have sex, she should charge for it. it is possibly the greatest currency of power in the human history. there should be no reason why she shouldn’t charge $500 for the honour of fucking her. note she didn’t say $50. she knows how to price commodities.

and then she went on to talk about things i agree with, like how marriage is in some ways “just” an economic arrangement where in the past, women became housewives and kept the home for the man and didn’t have to work but in exchange for all that economic value, she fucked her husband. and in that view, women weren’t sexual creatures, but cunts for receiving cum. turns out women actually like to fuck, but whatever. 🙂 only they didn’t have to swallow or even suck his dick after she had a ring on.

and i like this chick. she’s got it figured out. and she has a killer petite body. dragon boats, cross country skiing, part time vegan diet. i’d fuck her if i were a guy. and i may just pay $500.

last summer i saw her in her bathing suit, drunk, at dusk, at a campsite at a lake near whistler. i saw how poorly her bathing suit fit after several hours in it and after losing her ability to stand up straight 100% of the time. and i wasn’t the only one who noticed her awesomeness. and i know that she sucked at least one of the boys on our trip. deeply. so she’s got the game, as they say.

but to know, not just think but know, that there’s been NOTHING in her cunt, that’s just stunning. and if she were to let a boy inside her [well, that part of her], i could see that she’d want to be properly compensated for it. i know this because i’ve taken money, restaurants, clothes, hotel stays and wild rides in convertibles in exchange for fucking a guy.

so i told her about my various times being more or less a prostitute and she could totally relate. i didn’t tell her EVERYthing i’ve done sexually that had a payout [beyond the scope of our conversation], but i concluded with this idea: if a girl like this agrees with me on the economic and power nature of sex, i think i’m on solid ground.

in touch,

holly

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… 🙂

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 for  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! 🙂

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 him 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?