My Goddess of Hippy Chicks

This is ApertureScience at MyFreeCams.com. As I get older I enjoy finding younger people to envy. It makes the narcissist in me think that some older people envied me when I was young.

But that’s irrelevant. Age is an illusion.

I have smaller titties than this gem, but hip-wise, I’m in the ball park. Especially in the proportion department.

I wear skirts at work and people think I have a huge ass. I have a volumptuous ass. Thank you so much for licking and sucking it my beautiful friends!

But when I wear jeans, I get drooling stares. Jeans. Skirt. Night and day. Boys are such one-dimensional hormones sometimes. But I love them for that. Everyone grows. Or most do anyway.

The ApertureScience sex tip is obvious. Embrace your hips. Straddle potential is huge. More to love. Room for two or three cocks to slide all over it. I pity the 97 pound petite girls sometimes because once a couple boys get all over them, the boys are bumping hips trying to move cocks around to cool places.

And it’s easy to overwhelm a petite pelvic cavity sometimes too. That can feel good, but it’s also limiting.

But the biggest self-esteem boost I’ve received on my ass was actually ON my ass. Met a boy, became friends. Sought out benefits. Went drinking. Went to his place. Got inside the door and started making out inside the door. I excused myself to the bathroom to take off my panties and replace my jeans. I exited the bathroom and he was there. He propped me against the wall and turned me around and started rubbing his cock on my ass while grabbing it and squeezing it and pulling my hips towards him.

I feebly reached back to tug at his jeans to get his cock out, so he helped out. So I bent over to get the meaty inside of my ass over his cock and the second he pushed his cock back onto my jeans, grabbing my hips, he came.

Soaked my jeans and my blouse. He was really sorry and I loved it. I love making boys cum, especially when they’re so excited by my body and that time my ass.

And once that first cum was outta the way we were still able to get some good humping in throughout the night. Can’t let a good night go to waste, doncha know!

And so the moral of the story is really simple. Boys love asses. If some boy thinks my ass is too big, that’s usually just a shallow first impression. Once I put it in motion and in play and all over him, and I want to fuck him, he opens up like the blood filled cock that he is sometimes.

And my ass is his and he likes it. Luscious and lovely.

And that my friends is why hippy chicks are killer grinders. Line up and take your fucking like a man!

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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.

Feng Shui Sex? Yes!

Yes.

I quite enjoyed the meaty tidbits in this piece on Feng Shui in Sex. I practiced it the other morning. Diane was out all night at a gf’s so it was lonely in bed with Buddy.

Brewed a coffee. Slipped on a short nightie with nothing but air underneath. Came back into bed, sat beside him, waited for him to stir from the java lusciousness, then I waited for morning wood. Pretty quick.

It’s not like our home is trapped in routine or anything, but there are times when no sex takes place, and before we get up is one of them. Obviously. We’re still asleep. 🙂

So throw a monkey wrench into the day’s expectations and we’re groovin.

In the end, it worked out, in my end. 🙂

And we had plenty of time for a long bath and lotsa nipple licking, a real bonus for me.

So Feng Shui up your sex life? Automatically.

Sex Tip #14: Sodomy, Just Do It!

So I’m no longer a bum virgin and i have to say, Tina and all the other gf’s [and many boys] who’ve been advising me to do it were right. I figured they were, now I know.

I knew some day i’d get here. Sodomy is the last of the hyper-conservative Christian hang-ups i’ve been burdened by. But with breaking up with my at-school boytoy and moving through new transitions in my life, it seemed to fit.

And on a more practical level, i knew that actually having intercourse with my gayboy roommate was unlikely [beyond the handjobs and bj’s and times in the shower when we so gloriously aroused each other, often by him rubbing his cock on my bum until he came], so while he had always been willing to slide his cock into my bum, i wasn’t.

And so knowing intercourse was out, i walked down the sodomy road with him. And the shower was where it all started. Sliding his cock between my bum cheeks, i asked him to press the head onto my asshole. Being not at all interested in bum play with cocks or fingers or tongues, I have harboured a strong desire to feel something there. And I liked how it felt. He pressed it there and i liked the sensation.

And after the shower we dried off and slid into his bed and after some serious bum massage he started fingering my hole. Then with lube on his fingers. Then with his cock. And in time his head was inside and in time he had some good pumping going.

Lying on my back i could press my clit while he slid in and out of my bum and i came in a real beautiful way rather quicker than i figured it would take. And when he came, i quickly got over his refusal fuck my pussy. 🙂

I knew it would be a fast conversion out of my anti-sodomy stance.

And I’m glad it was so delightful. So I’ll be going back for more!

Sex Tip #11: Perhaps Don’t Sleep with a Married Man

This has been a difficult post to prepare.

I have a few other things I wanted to write about, but this one seems to have taken over my brain.

I know Holly’s story about adultery. I know what she wrote in here. I know what else she told me about it. I understand the context. I don’t judge her for what she did. Part of me doesn’t approve of it. Part of me understands it. She knows how I feel about it all. All my conflicting feelings.

Being a divorced person is an interesting cross to bear. Particularly in a Christian community. My relationship with Barry is working for what it is. And for that I’m grateful and happy.

But I don’t know how I would deal with being in a marriage and needing to get out, like Holly’s situation. So I don’t judge.

But in the end, I called this sex tip not sleeping with a married man. Perhaps. I say perhaps because I’m mostly sure it’s wrong. And I think I’m informed about it and not just speculating.

And the funny coincidence…maybe not so funny is that my informed state comes from Keats camp, which is sort of connected to Holly’s situation.

So. The story. Holly has convinced me it’s worth telling.

Some time before I went to church with no bra on I went to Keats camp for an event. The nature of it isn’t relevant. It had couples and singles and more than a few divorced people and divorced people who were remarried.

I met a woman in one of the workshop groups. “Patty” had 3 kids, in her mid-thirties, married to “Frank” for almost 12 years and was a relatively new Christian with her Frank. She was also a deeply funny person. Amazing sense of humour. But she also was lacking an ability to be open and honest. That came up in the group. There were 5 women and she and her friend shared insights about each other. Quite open in that sense, but never really for her was there anything that she would share about herself of substance.

And that was ok in the end because we’re all strangers. But her friend kept remarking on how hard it was to get anything from her.

Anyway that was most of my impression of her. Frank I quite liked. A gentle guy who played ice hockey 3 times a week. Yay. He knew what physicality meant but he was also an emotionally aware guy. Not lots of them around. Generally quite happy but in the end only mostly. Missing something was my sense of him.

So a number of us exchanged email addresses and stuff and we thought about meeting a few weeks after the Keats event for a chat and an update on issues we talked about there.

Nothing came of that. Good intentions but that was it.

Then a few days after I went to church without a bra [which has become a kind of marker separating events for me this summer], Frank emails and we start chatting about things: work, life, church, parenting, but not marriage. A few emails go by and I’m enjoying this, but I’m thinking, what about Patty? A few more emails and he gets to it. He’s thinking he’s unhappy but he’s blocked in figuring it out.

We meet after work one night for a glass of wine and start talking about things. He’s a bookeeper and works late a lot and I feel like the other woman. He’s also a transit guy too and we take the #20 back towards home. I get off first to connect to my bus and before I stand up to go, he puts his hand on my knee when we’re saying bye. Not overtly. Not meaninglessly either. Felt nice. Tingles even. I liked that. But I also felt guilty. For good reason.

Then a few weeks ago when summer has definitely given up trying to actually be here, we meet again for wine after work. We talk some more about all the safe topics and then he gets onto the place I figured he was at: out of love with his wife and 3 kids. He is showing some sadness but I know he’s hiding much more sadness because maybe we’re in a bar.

I ask if he’d like to come over to talk more. Yes. Cab ride. Home. A bottle of wine opened. And after about 10 minutes he’s just letting it all out. So sad at it being dead for him. And he gets quiet into a funk.

I never liked hockey players in high school. Frank’s no hockey player, but he plays hockey. That kind of thing ran through my head a lot that night at the bar. Totally off topic, but it was the issue of what I think of him kicking around in my head. Underneath it all was being available for him as a person, but I also wanted to have sex with him. Never consciously in my head, but always in between the lines.

And in his funk I put my hand on his knee and he puts his hand on my hand. Then on my knee. Then on my shoulder and we’re kissing. Then it’s on my breast and mine is on his crotch and from there we’re having sex on the couch and I loved it. Duh.

I didn’t cum, but he really did and pretty briskly. He hadn’t had sex in weeks and weeks he said. I could tell. He masturbated a lot but he hadn’t fucked his wife in so long. A sexless rut that was more than a rut I thought.

After the sex we just hung out on the couch doing the cuddle thing while he played with my nipples. Eventually I got him hard again and we fucked again until I came. In the end it helped that his finger was in my bum when we were in the doggy position. I wanted to come so badly because if I was having sex with a married man I wanted to at least feel some joy in it and for all the time we were doing it and I didn’t come I wanted to. And I started getting anxious about it. Go ahead and psychoanalyze that. Good luck to ya! 🙂

And then we broke it off. He emailed the next day and said he wasn’t sure we should do it again. I emailed back saying ok. I’m also talking with Holly about it and she’s easing my grief/guilt. But the next day he phones and comes over on the Saturday afternoon and we fuck some more. And then again this past Saturday afternoon.

And as it is now, I don’t want to stop because I like how he does my bum. I like how he sucks me and I like the illicit nature of it all. It’s a mad rush.

But I also feel bad. He’s in charge of his marriage, but I’m truly the other woman. And the biggest thing, though I’ve talked with Holly about this, I haven’t talked to Barry. And I don’t have a real sense of why. We’re not exclusive and we’ve been with others since last winter, but I just don’t want to talk to him about it. Maybe I’d feel ashamed around him? Don’t know. He’s not one to judge so there’s no risk there.

Maybe it’s my conscience. But until I figure it all out, the sex tip is to not sleep with married men.

In dreams,
Tina

Sodomy, the Pastor’s Wife, Borat: Sex Tip #9…Anal Almost Equals Oral Sex

OK. I went to see Borat several weeks ago. Mostly funny. A bit long though. I’ll watch his show though.

I went with Barry. We’ve been hanging out more. I have a scorecard to share too before I get into my story.

Sex with Barry: many many times over the last 8 months.

Sex with Vicky and John: twice now, once with Barry there too, when I bought my new scuba cut bathing suit. More on that later.

Sex with Holly: one tentative time [I didn’t climax], one time with Barry too, one not so tentative time [I climaxed twice], once with Holly and her buddy, the man whose bed she sleeps in and/so doesn’t have to pay rent in Vancouver this summer.

Sodomy: 7 times.

And this is the tip. Vaginal intercourse is what it is. Oral sex, blowing boys, is what it is. Anal sex, Barry’s penis in my bum, is on par with oral sex.

That’s my conclusion.

Rum, Sodomy and the Lash. That’s what I hear is the old British Navy. Funny.

Sodomy in the Bible is pretty precise. And I think it’s all about keeping boys from boning other boys.

And I know very well that Holly isn’t into bum stuff. And I know that my first post in here had some dancing around the bum thing. And Barry had never done anal before me either. And eventually we just tried it. Took some practice. Felt a little odd. We found our rhythm. And it is sweet. And I love Holly and respect her bum and it’s hers to do with as she pleases. Yeah for bums!

So we’ve gone all anal. And we still do other things, but bum fun is fun. That’s it. Nice climaxes. For both of us.

So Borat.

We went out to a big theatre to see Borat. Lots of shows there. We pay for tickets and walk in. We’re winding around lines and things wanting to get seats before food.

Barry’s walking behind me as we hit a traffic jam. He bumps my bum with his cock as we slide beside the line, ducking past a big cardboard movie poster. And he says loud enough for anyone to hear [if they’re close by], “Want it in your bum tonight?” And I’m nodding and smiling.

And since no one is around, we’re fine.

Except.

Except our youth pastor’s wife is standing behind the cardboard movie poster and hears it all. And as Barry is saying it, I’m looking the other way. And I hear the abrupt ceasing of a conversation coming from behind the big poster. So I look over and see her. And a friend of hers who I don’t like because she has virtually no personality [at least in my presence].

And we just keep walking because Barry doesn’t really know her and I don’t let on. Though my face turns red as my hair. So I tell him it all when we get seats. I’m looking around and they don’t come in. No surprise they’re not seeing Borat.

And Barry is just loving it. And off he goes to get food.

And I sit there thinking, just what is wrong with sodomy anyway, when I’m a woman. 🙂

And I don’t want to get all theological and everything. Holly’s good and whipping through the history of the church to let me know what backstory explains parts of the Bible. But I don’t care.

And I don’t care what my pastor’s wife thinks of my anal sex. A tiny bit of me cares but the rest is out to end that little bit.

And Barry sure doesn’t care.

And my sex tip is for Holly and all other girls who are scared off of anal sex because of anti gayboy stuff in the Bible. Try it. If you like it, AWESOME. If you don’t, you can let it go.

And if you don’t want to try it, great. Respect your own feelings. Holly does. And even though I even showed her the picture we took of Barry in my bum, and she liked it, she’s still not game. And I totally respect her for that.

In dreams,
Tina