How did you find me?

My wordpress stats are always good for a hoot.

Here I am, trying to find things to do in the next several days to ward off the start of school [denial, i know], and i’m trolling my stats for the search terms people use to get to…me. Here are the best of the 1’s [spelling is, of course, optional!]:

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braless at church 1
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how to introduse your swettie to anal sex 1

Braless at church. I’m so impressed that anyone would think to google that. How awesome!

In touch,

Holly

Even Christians Need Gaydar

I had the mildly unpleasant duty of telling my friend Charlotte that the boy she has a crush on is gay. Bi, at the very least.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that… πŸ™‚

Being bi myself, I can’t really judge Charlotte’s boy at all. But the unfortunate part of all this is that Charlotte assumes everyone at her church is straight…because they’re at her church.

Being Christian doesn’t mean you’re straight. Most Christians are straight because most people are mostly straight.

Christians at conservative not-so-gay friendly churches are not allowed to be gay. And if they are, as long as they don’t partake of any gay sex, they’re technically not sinning.

Christians at progressive, liberal churches can be as gay as they like.

But my dear Charlotte has liked this boy for some time now. She’s spoken of him often and last sunday I attended her church, mostly to see this dude. She insisted I wear a bra, btw.Β  πŸ™‚

So in about 10 seconds after meeting this guy, I knew he was gay. And he, of course, doesn’t know she has a crush on him. I can’t tell if he knows he’s gay or if he’s just ok with being who he is. He just seems to like Charlotte. And why not. She’s awesome.

But the assumption that males at conservative churches are worth being attracted to because they’re not gay for sure, is a bad one. It means girls don’t have to cultivate gaydar. This can be a debilitating disease.

Now, our agenda is to figure out why Charlotte is falling for a gay guy. Has she done this in the past? What has been her relationship like with her father? Is she looking for a safe guy to avoid real sex pressures or actual commitment?

These are the questions we are now talking about.

And maybe I’m reading too much into it. Maybe Charlotte just lacks gaydar. But either way, we’re going to get to the bottom of it!

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… πŸ™‚

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 forΒ  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! πŸ™‚

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 himΒ 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?

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. πŸ™‚

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! πŸ™‚

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!

Weeping Over Family Tragedies

Warning: this post contains some real tragedy, no sex tips, nothing light, but everything of substance. Have tissues nearby.

I originally started this post a few days ago when I heard about #1, but then before I could finish it I heard about #2 and #3.

The delays have come from my ovaries sobbing. I’ve had a few random bouts of weeping when I think about or tell friends about these events. Google them to get correct facts. I won’t read the stories anymore so I may have drifted from total accuracy.

I think it means I want to be a mommy. Not today. Not 22 months ago when I was pregnant for several days. But sooner than never.

Seriously. Get your tissues.

#1

A woman in England was 7 months pregnant. She had a teenage son, his 2 friends and her toddler in her car. It went off the road and into 6 feet of water. She got out of the car, but HAD TO CHOOSE WHO TO SAVE NEXT when she went back down. She got her toddler out, but she couldn’t save her son. His friends were able to escape the car. There was something about his window being closed which hurt his ability to get out, and that the mom asked him to close his window some time before the accident because it was too windy for the toddler in the back. Tragedy with a Sophie’s choice mixed in. Brutal. Fucking brutal.

#2

A Vancouver man was driving on one of the San Juan Islands in Washington State. In the car was his wife, also 7 months pregnant. An SUV coming from the opposite direction, crossed the centre line, threatening to hit their car. The nature of the events were such that the only thing he could do to avoid a head-on collision what would have killed them both was to turn the wheel of his car so the SUV hit his side of the car, to give his wife and unborn baby a chance to survive. They did. He didn’t. Fucking brutal.

#3

I’m not all sentimental about 9/11. It’s been a horrible decade in part because of it, but also because of what lots of evil bastards in the world did in response. Bush, etc. Nuff said. But I saw something this weekend about 9/11 that got me all weeping again. It was something about the thousand of unidentified body parts recovered from ground zero. And that one of the most heartbreaking ones was a man’s fist tightly holding a child’s hand. I cannot even stomach that.

So.

Hug the ones you love. Hard.

And let the tears fall where they may.

Braless Parties Have Rules Like the Fight Club

ok, so i haven’t seen the fight club, but i know there are rules. like the first rule is to not talk about fight club? right?

the first rule of braless parties is that girls who do not arrive without a bra are required to take them off. they may take it home when they leave.

that’s it. otherwise, it’s just a party, except with nipples everywhere. and a heightened state of eroticism.

i like games with a small number of rules. like, orgasm=suck me. simple.

we’ve had about 5 nights in the last few weeks that have been declared braless. we’ve tried for 4 more, but various girls vetoed the idea.

i can respect that. we tried once they were already over. not everyone was interested. now we give fair warning. but not every party is braless. that’s just CRAZYass!!!

so our tina’s young fresh nubile virginal adventurous timid honest shy outgoing cool nerdy sister has moved to town. going to sfu studying arts. pick a major lllllllllllllllater girl. good girl.

and she’s living in res and enjoying meeting people.

and she’s come over a few times. only 1 was a time when we were having a braless party.

that’s her bra above. C-cup. but she’s already gained 3 pounds since she moved to town in august so we’re bugging her about the other 10 pounds she’ll gain this year and how she’ll need all new bras. she’ll have none of that. good girl again.

at any rate, she’s a good girl. christian too, so i approve. πŸ™‚

she’s had some boyfriends, she’s been to third base, she’s dated guys who weren’t virgins, but she still is. and her goal is to change all that. not in the same crazy sex-fiend way that i did 6 years ago when i came to vancouver. at least i hope.

no i take that back. i hope she does what she does. even bad shit is a learning experience.

me and tina and her have created an adultfriendfinder.com account for her. we won’t tell her i.d. though. but if you ask me [smwr1982] i might tell it if i screen you and you pass. lol

she realllllly wants to go in there and hang out in the chat rooms and hear how all that’s done. i told her it’s less representative of the real world than the real world. our parties are also less representative, but at least at our place there won’t be 900 boys trying to get her to watch them cum.

not that there’s anything wrong with that. πŸ™‚

so of all the hijinks going on at our braless parties, tina’s sister has been a good little girl. granted the majority of girls at these parties don’t spring into orgies. in fact, most nights nothing happens.

but one things for sure. her statuesque build and big boobies are a hit.

and while she has not been ignored by the boys, she’s staking out her turf.

this is just one benefit of braless parties.

i highly recommend them. especially if you like the boobies!:)

in touch,

holly and tina