Sex Tip #8: Go to Church Braless
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Posted:Aug 16, 2007 1:29 am
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Sex Tip #8: Go to Church Braless
a special new posting from my gal Tina, with good advice especially for the summer. 
in touch,
holly
google "Sex Tips for Christian Girls"
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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 , 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.
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Lingerie Party
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Posted:Aug 8, 2007 2:45 am
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i was at a house party with a trio of burlesque dancers sunday night. they were just breaking into the scene and did a few numbers in this big entryway of a house so ppl could watch from all up the stairs, upstairs and in the living room.
they were quite good, if not totally smooth.
the deviance was rich cuz we were only allowed in with lingerie/undies/panty/boxers/banana-hammocks.
but i recall a good time as i was lying on a bed in one of the bedrooms finishing of a big jug of peach schnapps and stuff with a gf and we were laughing and such.
this girl who i suppose lives there comes in with her bud and they go thru the closet looking for boostiers, corsets and stuff. her bud was shy to take off her cami so she goes behind this screen that is there beside the closet at the end of the bed we're on.
for like 20 minutes she's back there dropping her top and trying shit on. hiding from the boys strolling in and out and such.
me and my gf were just watching. my gf's thigh in between my legs all the while. nice girl.
it was like voyeuring without the violation of it cuz she was not probly hiding from us.
anyway it was inspiring.
outside of left breast: small mole [or large freckle]...if this is you, contact me!
in touch,
holly
Sex Tips for Christian Girls
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Sanna, my sweet Fijian charismatic Christian...
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Posted:Aug 6, 2007 1:39 am
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i've been strolling through my off-site blog called "sex tips for christian girls". it's lotsa fun looking at stuff from last summer. sooooo much has passed since then.
Sanna [not her real name] is a close bud of mine now after knowing her for a year. she's a pretty spectacular woman. i thought i'd share a couple posts of her in here.
my blog is about sex tips for christian girls. duh. we all know that christian girls are virgins or supposed to be. we also know that that isn't often true. thus christian girls end up getting sexual advice/info from outside the church community. that's why i started my blog. to help girls with the reality of sexuality and being a christian single girl. that's my thing.
so here are a couple of posts about Sanna, and amazing godly woman.
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Friday, July 14, 2006
Commited to Virginity or Just Not to Him?
so, june was housesitting and it went into july a bit. then me and a bud from ubc, who i liked but just as a friend, got together for bellinis a couple times and he invited me up to sunshine valley just past hope.
his family has a place on a stream there. they're pretty cool. dad's in real estate in langley and is a charismatic christian. mom's into saddles. she seems pretty grounded. bro is into timbits at tim's. he says he makes tens of thousands each day. whatever.
so we're up there for most of july. got back yesterday to sleep on some more couches. my sweetie char gets me for a while i guess. you rock, char!
i did the math and i think i could pretty much skip the couches and ride cocks the rest of the summer until the journey to school again. not that i'd let someone fuck me for a place to stay, but i know enough worthy fellows to spend more time on futons than couches with too wooden arms. but i won't. not because of anything but i don't feel like it.
sunshine valley has a pool. me and bud and his bro spent some time there most days before and after his folks went back to the city last wednesday. while there we met "sanna", a gorgeous fijian chick who was also there with her family. her family also goes to a charismatic church. her brothers were much younger than her, like 8 and 10 years so she was really bored and we started to hang out, the four of us.
sanna liked bud's dad cuz they talked about the spirit alot. my sense of the spirit is quite different, but they're cool and i got alot of insight about their way of being in it. that's cool.
she hung out with us for a few days before bud's folks took off. we'd play scrabble, hang at the pool, sit in the stream, hike a bit. whatever.
and me and sanna had some great talks sitting in the stream or at the pool. she's 20. turns 21 in august. we're going to sandbar for some goodtimes. her bf is a nice guy she says. he sounds like it. she's had a few before him, she went all the way with her first a few times before she got saved. but this guy, who's also fijian [for whatever that's worth] and charismatic wants to have sex with her and she doesn't. she's a born again virgin. and she's been doing well since the first bf. but this guy's realllllly into getting her to say yes. she says he says he is too, but this is different. i can see that...she's a pretty awesome chick.
she's like all over how nice he is and everything, which is so nice, but there's always this lingering "but" in the air that she can't name. so i say, what's the "but" and she says there is none. for a few days. and finally, she goes, even if she were interested in having sex, she wouldn't do it with him even though she really likes him. i wait and wait and wait and she finally goes, he's just not physically appealing to her. he's attractive, she says, but not to the point where she's all gonzo.
anyway, bud's folks head home and we stay. we swing into hope for some booze and bud, not bud, but bc bud. and head back. sanna's hanging out alot and the first night, bud goes from just a friend from ubc a few years ago to a splendid cock to ride. lotsa luving. by the weekend i was riding bud and bro and things were quite nice. walking around in the cabin by the stream wearing just a tshirt, enjoying the freedom of virtual nudity. there's a walking trail between the cabin and the stream so we can't go all buff. and sunday, sanna's over for the day while her family went into hope for church and walking othello tunnels and we get some drinking in and sanna becomes SANNA.
now i'm not saying born again virginity is a joke. it's not. i respect it and people who attempt it. i don't agree with its necessity, but that's not the point. people do as they do. and that's cool. same with me.
but after all the talking a few days earlier, sanna's final part of the story is that she's not as commited to the born again virgin thing as she had been. but she wasn't interested in breaking it with her bf. but she wasn't really aware of that in her mind.
SANNA came out on sunday after a good amount of pear cider and i like to think hanging with us, bud and bro in trunks and me in my long orange shirt and even though i'm not so busty, i think i put in an erotic tone to it all. she and i didn't fuck, but i think i wore off on her. at any rate, when bud was sitting on the couch, i sat on his lap and he started grinding, which was subtle at first cuz sanna was there. but it got past subtle and i just got into it and bud's hands got me off under my shirt.
and sanna became SANNA on bud's bro as she plunked down on his lap too. before i came, i opened my eyes and came up for air to see SANNA sitting on the chair, shorts and bikini bottoms on the floor and bud's bro's tongue all the way inside her pussy and one hand rubbing one of her boobs that had been released from its top. she has the blackest labia i've ever seen! absolutely gorgeous.
then me and bud retired to a bedroom to keep it on and let them go too. their grooving for several days i guess set them up for some booze and play. good for them! i knew they were casual, but i wouldn't have predicted that.
i felt all sorts of things in the following three days. i enjoyed bud. i liked his bro, but bud's better at his cock play. but whatever. both of them are very special guys. i really like and respect them. but i ended up [not surprisingly i guess] envying bud's bro cuz he got to get into sanna so well. she's very attractive, has a sweet soul, talks well, has a sly but not mean sense of humour, and is just outgoing enough. and i think as much as deedee doodle is hot, she's not a "real" person in "real" life like sanna is. or char. and i don't know if sanna's into girls. we never got that far in talking.
we're gonna meet saturday night at jericho to hang on the beach and pick up some of the folk fest sounds. and i don't wanna just pounce my idea on her, but i do need to drop the rest of my truths on her to see where she's at.
but she threw me a bit this past week. i was seeing her as a woman in a bit of confusion about guys and sex and stuff and i didn't want to lay a package of stuff on her, just be there for her as a friend. and it was when she was doing bud's bro that i started to feel more for her than i had earlier in the week. not that that's bad, i think. i was really concerned about helping her understand her and the born again virgin thing verses whether she wanted to sleep with her bf [they broke up this afternoon. no shock]. and i think i was there for that. and i'm glad of that.
but now, i just think she's hot and so worthy of investing time into each other. and if not, not. she's only 20 after all. for whatever that's worth.
the other thing i was thinking, which i'll ask sanna about when it's ok to, is to ask about how some [certainly not all or most] of the charismatic folks i've met who are more emotionally intense in normal social company, if they are more emotionally intense in bed.
cock riding is one thing, riding a charismatic cock may be something else alltogether.
so. if you're reading this and your a charismatic man or woman, lemme know!
in touch,
holly
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Saturday, August 05, 2006
Sex Tip #3: Talk to Jewish Girls
i can't believe its been months since a formal sex tip showed up. SORRY! i've meant to do more, but life as life took over. the 3rd tip comes soon.
a bunch of things to catch up to today though. i like michelle branch, the singer. she sings well with santana. she should be his lead singer permanent.
the girl at Maiwa at the net loft. i cruised back, TWICE to see if she's there. outta luck. i'll try more. i am too shy to even talk to her, i just wanna see her again. she's amazing to look at.
me and sanna went to sandbar thursday, the day after her "21st" birthday. it turns out sanna is a bit of a liar. she just turned 19. that made her 18 at sunshine valley. she acts alot older than she is. obviously. i found out more why. she was an only until she was about 10. her folks lived in southern Sudan, the Christian part she says. i don't know much about African Christian geography, though.
anyway, Sudan is not a wonderful place for Christians. they spent some time in Kenya once they got out, then Marseille, a place she was always scared in at her young age then. her folks eventually settled in Oshawa of all places before they moved out to the coast where her dad's in chemical engineering. whew. anyway it was tough moving and running around. sanna grew up fast i guess and acts with a self-assureness that bud and his bro don't even have. but that's no sweat.
but i think she's still missing some youthful vitality because life's been more serious for her then for most Canadians. and what she's not really experienced she just doesn't talk about. that lets her appear more mature than other girls her age. not that she's not that mature, but she needs to party more.
anyway, that was thursday. sandbar was a blast and we got goodly loaded and came home.
what's home. ok offtopic here but tough shit.
i'm housesitting for a couple of late 40s yaletown garried guppies. huh? i was too hungover to goto the dyke march today, but char did. she told me someone there told her about being garried. gay+married=garried. pretty cool. guppies=gay yuppies.
my uncle pete knows these guys. one of their sisters is an actor in town. you can imdb her, which is very very cool. but it's all the shit films and shows they show here, not even x-files which she hated anyway. anyway uncle pete's in town and is spending time with this woman, "sara". and her bro and his husband and in new zealand for august doing some gay thing and she's housesitting, but pete's taken her to tofino to kayak up into some rainforest. and thus we're housesitting. me and sanna.
i've been here since wednesday. sanna came over to crash thursday night and is still here.
uncle pete needs a mention. i love uncle pete. he's the only sane member of my family. my dad's an asshole and far far far far away, my mom's a recovering doormat, my sister was awesome, she's gone though. i miss her alot. uncle pete is my mom's only brother. he still lives in the 80s. he had a mullet until last year [it worked for him though] when he went all Bronsky Beat. i'm still trying to figure out what that means. i know it was an 80s British band that i think was gay. but i don't get the hair reference yet. anyway, pete's hair is now a cm long. he looks good. he always looks good.
anyway, about 10 years ago when my "family" was still together [in its very broken way] pete spent a summer with us. my dad was in and out of town on "business" [his ho in Prince George] and i got to get a sense of who my mom was before she conceived me, married the sperm donor and started becoming what is a mild tragedy. she sounded cool. pete is cool, though. since the mid 90s, i've been caring for his LP collection. i like 80s music. his 45s from the 70s are pretty special too.
my email address includes sunmoonwindrain which is from a Tears for Fears song from my second favorite of their albums, Seeds of Love. my fave is The Hurting, especially Suffer the , for obvious reasons.
pete emails sometimes and tells me lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng stories about what he's doing. his material possessions [aside from his albums] fit in a car's trunk. he travels around the USA singing, busking, picking up short term bike courier stuff with a company with offices in tons of cities. and he writes songs, hits Burning Man , and generally marches in anti-war rallies and sleeps on couches of US military deserters homes who are themselves living under the radar a bit.
sometimes i pete will ding me and we'll talk for hours. sometimes he sends things to me in the mail that i know are from him. an In and Out burger tshirt from Arizona. a beer mug from a bar in New Orleans that i fear isn't there anymore. with that one he sent a pix of him on a hotel balcony during Mardi Gras. 4 bottomless women holding their shirts up to show their tits stood all around him. 2 of them had gooned expressions. good times. and another pix of him in a glass hotel elevator with a woman in a tight dancing dress peeling it down to show her tits. in the glass you can see a bit of a reflection of another hottie taking the pix. pete lives well.
also, some mint from Georgia. and a Fenway Park pennant from Boston. that kinda stuff.
anyway, he's my grounding some times. moving out from home outside Penticton into Penticton, then moving to UBC, then leaving UBC, then finding a good place to continue school. he kept up solid in all those times. he wasn't around when my family fell to real shit, but he couldn't of done anything then anyway. but whatever.
ok. i've just read all this. i was gonna cut it all except the start, but sanna said no. she read my last post and this one and says i should keep it all. wtf.
ok. so the garried guppies.
i meet the sister [in imdb, the first i've met] on wednesday when i pack my shit in here. she's lovely. i'm pretty sure i saw her in Bard on the Beach a few years ago, but i don't recall which year i was there and [blush] which actual play i saw. whoops. anyway, "sara" is sweet and she and pete are goooood friends, but they're very free people who remain commited to loving relationships. for pete it's 3 or 4 women including sara around the continent. i can understand that.
i also have one of pete's March for Jesus shirts from along time ago. i haven't looked at it lately, but pete was into that for a while. i told him about reverent agnosticism and showed him my blog in BigChurch.com and he gets it and buys it and added his Buhddist minimalism thing into it. i don't totally get that but that's cool. when i read Sidhartha, he says i'll get it.
so pete and sara drift away on thursday and sanna and i hit Sandbar and come home to crash. yesterday was a spectacular day.
it was the most recent except for today, spectacular day. we ended up hitting the Folk Fest and sat on the beach on the sunday night during the full show. Jane Siberry . she's changed her name to something i gotta look it up. and she's "selling" her music online now by donations or free. getting outta the capitalism thing of it or something.
anyway, sanna and me sat on the shitty sand at Jericho to listen to awesome music. and we strolled around the vendors [the sand at Wreck is the only good non dusty, not full of sticks and front end loader tracks sand in the lower mainland. i'm a sand snob sanna says. she's right. sanna likes her name in here. she's gonna go by sanna now. if she does she has to pay me a loonie every time anyone calls her sanna.].
the title, remember it? Jewish girls? i'm getting there.
so we're at Jericho not being able to afford the vendor's stuff and when Folk Fest ends we join a drum circle. it ends cuz people said there's another one out at Spanish Banks. this wrecked guy won't go though, because he's rambling about how Double Standard promised to come so he's gotta be there. whatever. i googled double standard and i don't know WHAT he's talking about. we go. and we dance and dance and dance. we're not even boozed up. we're just in the move groove. and since we were close enough to wreck beach i took off my shirt and bikini top. another chick was wearing just a deep v-neck see thru tunic. luscious woman. i really enjoyed dancing that free. i don't do that at wreck cuz i'm not crazy enough to stay there overnight.
sanna kept her clothes on. too bad. though she appreciates my breasts.
well. that was Folk Fest for cheap folks. and sanna and me do our thing and get together for sandbar. yesterday we slept in until banana pancakes. and we're sitting on the balcony, cramped as it is, watching the people in the 2 building we can see into and napping. no sex. no nudity. just boring people doing boring things. not as boring looking as us on the balcony, but boring still. we weren't bored. talk was good.
then in mid-day i'm looking over and down a floor or two and i see this woman with shoulder length blond curly hair and blue and green plain thigh length shorts and NO SHIRT stretching against the wall of her balcony, she's like leaning forward to stretch out her calves or something. she looked so hot. sanna saw her too. then i looked back a few minutes later and she hasn't moved. sanna's like, shit, that's too wierd. we're still hungover i think and the sun isn't helping.
and this woman? it turns out when we stand up and look at her closer and we go inside to get a different angle through the windows, that she isn't a woman. she's a clay pot [her tanned back] with dead flower stems and leaves that spill abit over the edge [her hair] and sitting on a table with a green and blue plaid table clothe [her shorts]. we SCREAM laughing. if you don't see this as funny, you need to have been there i guess.
so anyway, yesterday while in recovery, we talk about lots. sanna broke up with her bf and has seen buddy's bro twice. living in the valley makes it tough for that situation. but they're not dating, just fucking. no stress then. sanna's past the born again virgin thing. though i must confess i admire her attempt at it.
and we talked about girl sex stuff and orgasms and grinding and such. she keeps track of her orgasms in her journal. she's not afraid of everyone onssed that she had orgasms while still a high schoo the internet knowing either. very cool. 6. that's how many. 1 in sunshine valley. 2 with bud's bro since then. and 3 on her own in the last year. and considering that SHE JUST GRADUATED FROM HIGH SCHOOL 5 WEEKS AGO [lying bitch], i'm pretty imprel student. i read a survey once that said few girls do in high school. they have lots of sex and lots of guys cum in and on them, but they way more often don't. tragic. feminism is not dead.
but we talked about methods and techniques and stuff and tho she knows i'm bi and isn't interested in playing with me, she did agree to cool off yesterday in the mid afternoon heat in a nice cool bath where i could show her what i do with my vibe. it was SPECTACULAR to cum when she was watching. it was a great gift to me even if she won't let me fuck her.
and yes, we're getting to the Jewish girl.
ok. how about now. when i was in rez at UBC there was a Jewish girl on my floor. she had a thing on her door frame. i can't remember what it's called. there were also two Sikhs and a Muslim girl then two. i know they chatted together if they weren't best friends. i was a closet christian that year so i didn't take part in the comparative religion yaks they seem to have had. too bad. i missed out there. there's a Jewish girl at my school now. she's got the thing on the door.
next door to the garried guppies in this building is a Jewish girl. woman actually. she's like 30. after our bath yesterday. we go out for some booze. she's got a thing on her door frame. she comes out wearing a really nice white dress with red polka dots. it's almost knee length. it's loose at the top. with spaghetti straps. i take a peek in the elevator but see nothing. i'm tempted to drop my keys to get her to bend over to pick them up. not.
anyway, she's heading out to dinner and a flick with her bf. we walk out into the lobby and head out towards the lickher store. we see buddy pulled up in a nice sedan and she pops into the car and waves bye. bf's wearing a yamika. how do you spell yamika?
anyway we go get booze. and put in a call to one of my
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2-1/2 sided Christian love triangle: a guest blog from TINA!
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Posted:Jul 16, 2007 3:11 am
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2-1/2 sided Christian love triangle: a guest blog from TINA!
this is what i get for not checking my blog every hour. Tina FINALLY posted something. and it's so nice.
in touch,
holly
google "sex tips for christian girls"
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Well, I should thank Holly for the months of encouragement in actually writing something here. As we have several "post-it notes" of our brains tacked up on my bedroom mirror of things I'm supposed to write about, I'll get to them as I can.
It'll be a delight.
I must pace myself though. You understand.
One of the post-it notes is a response to Holly's post of my life last December and where it's gone. It's gone well. For what is the scope of well, I suppose.
But this post, my inaugural one [blast trumpets here!] is about a love triangle that is complicated, as all of them are, but this one is more complicated because of the role of Christianity in defining adultery. There are lessons that we all need to bear. But I'll get there at the end, I think.
I have a friend from university. She's called “Vicky” for the sake of our codes in the Blog. I like Vicky and I like her husband “John”. He's a fine man. We were all in a young adults group at school that was made up of mostly folks from one church but others gravitated in for dating purposes. And yes, Holly, dating and mating, a little of that was going on but not everyone knew about it. The squeaky clean ones [as I was, until later] assumed it didn't and never learned any truths.
So I have coffee with Vicky once in a while. She pays. It's a game. John makes a great deal of money in real estate and not that I don't [not in real estate, I'm a Commodore in the navy ], but Vicky wants to spend John's money far. It's only money.
So two weeks ago Vicky brings up a topic that shocked me incredibly. Having known Holly for some time and been quite close with her for months, I'm not shocked by bisexuality in my milieu. Even though Holly has invited me to Wreck Beach with her and asked if I'm bicurious about 8 million times, I'm not. But I love her dearly and am not bothered by her advances, which are [mostly] for play.
Vicky says she has moved through bicurious to bisexual. Shock. I was squeaky once. John doesn't know. Vicky has always liked me...in THAT way...all the way back to university. She still likes me now. I'm shocked. And more than a little flattered.
She tells me about her bi-experimental times at UBC and that they happened even when she dated John. I asked if she feels like she was cheating no him. Because they were girls, no. I don't agree with that. I can live with it though. I'm not in a place to judge.
So essentially she is propositioning me. I tell her about Holly and my sense of bisexuality now. I tell her my answer is not no, but probably no, but I need to think. And I need to talk to Holly.
So Holly and I talked somewhat on this. And the whole reason the answer was not immediately no is that I immediately thought this could be a way that I could have sex with her husband. I'm a bad person for this. And I'm not. Mostly I'm not. Sin, guilt, adultery, infidelity and all that are real. I am real too. So is Vicky And so is John.
The question that Holly says is yes, is would I allow myself to be sexually involved with Vicky [because I virtually completely have no interest in women's bodies, she'd have to do all the heavy lifting] if I can arrange it so that I get to have sex with John.
I end up agreeing with Holly.
I call Vicky last Tuesday. I say maybe, but I'm uncomfortable doing it without John's knowledge because of openness and because I like him and that if she can tell him [not necessarily everything about her bisexual past] about what she wants to do with me AND if he's ok with it AND if he is interested in having sex with me at all AND at the same time then I would do it.
I want margaritas though and I want it at their house and I want to sleep in the guest room if I feel like it.
Vicky is not totally shocked. John's a flirt and very huggy with me and lots of people, men too. I've also been known to be a little hip grindy when inebriated and he's received a few pelvic manoeuvres from me. She knows I think he's a great catch [and not for the money].
She says ok. She'll tell him. Maybe even everything, but at least her thing with me.
My skull temperature rose 19 degrees. Was I really going to let a woman make love to me, in the ways I can only imagine from the L Word and other things I've seen, so that I can sleep with her husband? What am I getting myself into. I was almost freaking out, but I was also rather excited about what if it could actually be.
Thursday night she calls and says she ended up telling him everything. All the way back. He told her about a time when he had sex with a former girlfriend [which she knew about] in university but that one time there was another guy there. John and his girlfriend gave him a hand job and John let him blow him since she was dying to see that and he felt a blowjob is a blowjob. He was mostly ok with it, but it helped watching his girlfriend masturbate watching them.
My temperature went back to that hot place listening to all this. In the end Vicky says they got so much closer about it all and were interested in going through with this thing with me. Vicky says she waited this long to tell me because now I am in a place past marriage and simple illusions [obviously their marriage is not a simple illusion] and that I have Barry and our arrangements [we have arrangements] and that never before did she think I was in a place to say yes.
And so here lies the 2.5 sided love triangle. I want John. John wants me. Vicky wants John. John wants Vicky. Vicky wants me...I will let Vicky have me so I can have John.
It is adultery. It is a sin. It is non-heterosexuality. Also a sin. There is guilt from the instigation of it all. But there is also truth [Holly owns the patent on that sometimes it seems] and honour and respect. And a recognition that we cannot live the pure life. Even the people who stay squeaky still are impure. Is there impurity holier than mine? No.
so two nights ago I drive to southeast Vancouver to their place. I dress in a sensible sleeved T with non-short shorts. Very sensible. John and Vicky are dressed the same. We have dinner, overcooked [they say, I don't know] salmon and strawberry blender margaritas. We get tipsy. We talk lots. We swim in the pool, with bathing suits.
Vicky is petite, but taller than me. Holly says I must be DETAILED in my descriptions. No one can be as detailed as her. I try.
She has tiny hips and maybe a c-cup on top. Light brown hair. In a one-piece bathing suit.
John is 5'9” not beach volleyball buff, but not flabby. A reasonable body-mass index. A nice smile that shows up even well on his real estate photocopied fliers. Soft hands. More than nice, a warm smile. Yes. Brown short hair, like all real estate agents I ever see.
In the pool they hug and kiss somewhat but aren't luridly evoking a mood of expectation of my involvement. It never lasts more than a few seconds. Once on the deck he picks her up and tosses her in. as she tries to hold on before plunking in, her torso twists and her bathing suit exposes a large amount of her boob under her arm. My only thought is that will become much more real for me soon...somehow.
Slippy clit, despite being in water. And the margaritas have removed virtually all of my apprehension.
We leave the pool and Vicky says we should shower the chlorine out of our suits and hair. They had just re-constituted the chemical mix a couple days earlier and the chlorine was likely higher than normal.
Ok.
We all go to their shower in the master bedroom. It's big enough for 3 with probably a $1000 shower head. It backs onto the tub where the “far” wall would be, which would fit at least two. We all go in and take turns rinsing our hair. John washes his and is looking at me as he does it. I move over and wipe suds from his chest and he smiles. His eyes are closed.
I know his cock is hard. My slippy clit is joined by pointy nipples which I thought wouldn't show because I wore my dark red one-piece, so while they may not have shown, like through my light blue bikini, they bumped through. There was still a large part of me trying to be modest. I know. Don't laugh.
When I was going to rinse my hair I washed it too. My hair is short. Not like Vicky's When I'm shampooing, John and Vicky sandwich me. John in front. Very nice cock pressing on my belly. Vicky puts her hands on my hips and presses onto my bum. John feels my breasts. I loved it. Fully.
When I rinse my hair John takes off his bathing suit and rubs his cock on me. Uncircumcised. Curious. Thicker than Barry's. Just as long. No hair beyond a bit of half centimeter stubble. I hold his cock to me and Vicky rubs my bum. Vicky takes off her bathing suit down to her waist and comes around me so John can play with her breasts with one of his hands. So amazing to watch this from right there. With his cock in my hand.
He turns me around and slides his cock between my legs, crouching down somewhat. Then after a minute or so he takes off my bathing suit and reaches around to press the head of his cock on my pussy and play with my nipples. Vicky backed up a bit in front of me and took off her bathing suit. Almost no pussycat hair. She starts to masturbate.
I like to watch her. I think it was mostly because I was feeling so amazingly sexual that watching her do anything would have been fine.
We get out of the shower to dry off before drinking half a jug of ice water. Vicky dries herself off while we watch as she will not let us have our towels. She then dries John and then me while I watch john leaning against the sink stroking his cock. Vicky isn't gropy. She rubs gently all over, except firmly on my breasts and bum. I like it too. Is it watching John I like while having my body dried by someone? What is my reaction to a woman rubbing me like this? There really was no answer in my mind then. Just the question. And it was annoying. So I concentrated on the cock over there.
We go into their bedroom. Near the bed John embraces me, hard cock on my belly and kisses me. Vicky lies on the bed. I stroke his cock. It throbs. I'm so wet by now.
We lie on the bed beside Vicky I'm on my back, Vicky sucks his cock and gets it really wet for me. He slides it in a bit at a time. After a short time I'm so happy. He pulls out and lies on his back and slides me onto him on top of him on my back. Vicky guides his cock back in me and he fills me up and cums really fast at this point.
And I lie back on him and feel him rubbing my pussycat. And his cock in me. And a minute or so goes by..and none of us are talking...and his cock softens and slides out but he's gliding his hand up his cock and onto my pussy hair, sliding his cum and my juice up onto me. And my eyes are closed enjoying his hands rubbing all the wet on me and after a while I realize there are three hands there. Then two, with one on my breast, pushing my nipple around. And I just keep my eyes closed because I'm so happy. Happy to have had sex with this man. Happy to have come close to cumming. Happy to be still on the way to cumming. Happy that I was being touched like this.
Then John's left hand slides under my bum. He squeezes it and moves his fingers around and near my ass. I'm still a bum virgin [eek, sodomy!], but I like a little touching there now. I like it. And he lifts my bum up and down once in a while too. His other hand is on my right breast. Just rubbing it so nice. Gliding down my belly to meet the two hands on my pussy, gliding cum all over my hair and rubbing my lips.
The rest is a blur that felt like hours. But it was of course not hours. A blur of time. But just distinct kind of tableaux of images. Like a strobe. Fingers in cum on my hair. Finger tips pressing labia. Clit moved back and forth. Finger in my vagina. Licking on my hair and labia and thighs. Tongue pressing on clit. Tongue in vagina. Hands pulling hips forward. Hand pushing bum up.
Orgasm. Rich one. Helped by a margarita. Helped by a swim. Helped by having just been fucked.
And as John said a blowjob is a blowjob from a woman or a man. And I felt so loved. And I felt so honoured through all the touching. And I felt so warm. And I opened my eyes a few times to see Vicky's hair in a pony tail behind her head and her face gliding over my pussycat and feeling her tongue on every bit of me there. And it was cool. A girl there. Totally new. Totally interesting. Totally not as much of a shock as even her initial question to me to do this.
Not that it was normal. But it felt amazing. Mostly because of what she was doing, not that she was a she.
And after I came, I opened my eyes and slid off and was just smiling and so were they. And Vicky rolled onto her back and John rolled between her legs and licked her and squeezed her bum until she cried and came. Not really weeping but a little like weeping. Tears of joy. Obviously. I've never wept when I came.
And then John brought us water and we drank. Then we slept. All on the bed. King size. And halfway to morning I woke up. They were gone. I got up. Walked around a little. Heard noises out back. In the pool. I went. They were swimming around in there naked. All the lights out except on in the bottom of the pool.
I went in. they came over to me and stood on either side and rubbed their hands all over my body. So nice.
We got out and dried off and went back upstairs.
On the bed John was moving up to rub his cock on her breasts, straddling her waist. She asked if I would suck him. He kneeled up and I crawled over to suck and it was very nice. And soon he lowered to glide his cock over Vicky's nipple and I stayed sucking as the tip slid up.
My chin touching Vicky's breast was very interesting. I liked it. And I realized that I wasn't scared. I didn't think I'd be actually “afraid” but at that moment I felt relief because in some quiet place I though I would feel fear about being this intimate with a woman's body.
And Vicky asked me to press her breasts together while he slid his cock between them. It was very nice. Like dough. So they say rightly. I know they feel like dough, but that's from the inside. To know that feeling with my hands was very curious.
When the friction got too tough, Vicky grabbed some lube and slathered his cock. When he came, he asked me to lick his cock off. Vicky put the cum from her chest on his cock and I licked it all up. I thought about licking it off her but didn't. Too much too soon. Though I really thought about it.
And then we slept again. The sky was starting to get light.
And when the sun was up, we woke up. Buzzing head a bit. Small price to pay for margaritas and their value in life. Inhibitions, etc.
Vicky started sucking John's cock. He asked if I wanted it again. Yes.
On my back he pulls me down so my hips are at the end of the bed and started licking me. So slippery. He slides in, while standing up. So much fun. Vicky asks if she can climb on top of me. Yes. In my mind, it's “whatever”! I'm in such a happy place.
So she straddles my hips and glides her breasts on mine. And up towards my face. Nipple on my cheeks, lips, chest, breast, nipple. Wild sensation.
Then John pulls out. I open my eyes and see him grabbing Vicky's bum and pulling her back to him. He puts it in her and fucks her while she's kneeling up over top of me. His hands all over her breasts. She lowers her bum down and widens her knees so her pussy is almost on mine. Then she stops moving and opens her eyes and I feel John's cock on my pussy again, finding its way in again.
Vicky's now basically lying on top of me, John's cock is in me and out and in etc.
And his hands are squeezing Vicky's bum. And then he's out of me again and into her and pumping hard and she's up on her hands and knees, breasts swinging all over. And he cums in her and she kneels up and grabs his cock at her pussy and rubs. So amazing to watch from this perspective.
And then he pulls it out still hard and lies on the bed rubbing its slickness. And his cum drips out of Vicky onto my pussycat and belly and she's down there licking again. John slides his cum up onto my breasts and she comes up and licks there too. Nipple sucking is so much fun. And feeling her breasts on my belly when she was sucking my nipples was very nice. A new experience in this life of many experiences, but still missing many more.
And she goes back down to finish liking my pussy hair and then she licks my clit for so long that after I came I had to make her stop. It was at that overwhelming place. Almost panic inducing. But not quite. Just close enough to be a riotous rush.
And we go down for breakfast. Bagels and juice and Fruit Loops out of the box.
And in the shower after breakfast John asks if he can fuck me doggy style before I go. Yes again.
I lean turn around and rub my bum on him and point to the wall to lean into it. Vicky comes over and slides him my way. She puts my hands on her hips and hold my shoulders and watches John fuck me. My face bumping her breasts. Eventually I just leave my face there. So soft and slick with water.
And the g-spot orgasm is so spectacular. John hold my hips, me holding Vicky's hips, her holding my shoulders...all that was necessary as my knees mostly buckled.
Such a nice 12 hour chunk of my life.
Vicky and I are on for coffee again this week. Wednesday.
She called this morning when I was in the shower [ironically], and left a message saying how much fun they had and how comfortable it was once we got over the early bits. But even those were fine. She wanted me to call to let her know whether anything was weird. I called back and we had a nice chat. Not completely casual but virtually there. Coffee will be good.
So much fun. So much.
So the sex tips. Because there should be sex tips even though Holly says it's not essential.
Lessons:
Christianity is a living thing. It's also not absolute. I want to believe it is, but I usually find times I want that to be times I'd desperate to cling to something to make the world certain. The world is not certain, even if the Bible is, or is believed to be, even by me sometimes.
Is it adultery if everyone consents? Strictly, I suppose so. In reality, I can't really see how. I get the argument, but to quote the wise Avril, that's “like, so whatever.” But really, it is more complex than that. Me and Saul knew a black and white morality marriage. It was, in the end, inadequate to sustain. Probably not because it was the black and white thing, probably because of who we two were. But still, two healthy people in black and white may work. But who is that couple?
I'm not close to love or a relationship or marriage. I'm not as jaded as Holly on love, or as impaired as her about delving into it. But I know where she is. I respect it in her and me and I wait. I wait for her too even though she is frustrated by it sometimes. I am too. Who wouldn't be?
Single Christian girls, even married, dating or engaged Christian girls need to follow my advice. Ready for it? Here it comes.
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I give you no advice. Except to say this as my final tip. Ask yourself how you feel about your box of the your definition of adultery. Ask yourself how you feel about what I did/do and how I relate it to sin, adultery, fidelity, guilt, purity. All that. Ask yourself if you are sure of where you stand. If you are, accept that and celebrate it. If you are not, ask why. Then find close people to talk to about the truth of what conflicts. And if you have no one close, email me or Holly. We're close even if strangers. It's ok. You aren't supposed to know it all. Especially if you are young. Like, under 60 years old. Or under 20 even.
In the end, I know grey. I live in it. If you think you don't, you are mistaken. If you don't want to be in the grey, you may be wasting your time. It cannot be black and white. Be easy with yourself. Not loose and easy [unless you like that kind of thing], but easy on yourself, I suppose. Be forgiving. Be honourable in your criticisms of yourself. And be loving. If you don't love yourself, warts and all, no one will. Jesus will. But that can sometimes feel not enough. It is, they say, but really...sometimes it feels like not enough. Let's be honest. Life's too short not to.
Hmmm. That felt good.
I will write more, Holly.
It took 3 different blocks of time to finish this, but it was good to go back through. And all this still doesn't mean you can get into my pants. So there.
You always say “in touch.” I need to find a tagline.
In the spirit? [gack]
In the groove? [yikes]
In wonder, [maybe]
In dreams. Yes.
In dreams,
Tina.
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Fucking Catholic Boys who have Girlfriends, the full posts
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Posted:Jul 9, 2007 12:09 am
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ok, so in my blog here i can't post the link to my off-site blog, "sex tips for christian girls" though you can google its title and find it.
so i thought i would just post the blog pieces in here too. i LOVE comments and email reactions. you can email me off-site if you go to my blog where my email address is printed.
below are two related posts, the first from April 30, 2007 and the second is a follow-up from July 2, 2007.
in touch,
holly
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Fucking Catholic Boys who have Girlfriends
I guess this makes me a homewrecker, but i care only to a certain extent.
i don't "get" catholicism. i'm protestant so i'm pre-disposed to not get it, but that's ok. i know i'm a bit ignorant so i don't judge much.
but i met a nice catholic boy at a conference/workshop i was at this weekend at my university. it was a grad student workshop that a friend of mine invited me to.
and even though i have my Ash, the boytoy of the year, i must admit to not really having had sex with pretty much any other guy in over six months, well actually going back to august in vancouver.
so i meet "Kevin" friday night and he's cute. good for him. he's from another university a few hours away. and he's presenting an essay during one of the saturday sessions. i go see him read his piece. he's cute. sue me.
i don't really get all he's talking about. i am a history major and it was a history conference, but his take on things was at times way over my head. but that's ok. i'm still learning. we all are.
so saturday night a bunch of us hit the pub. i drink. it's fun. and kevin's cute and a bit flirty but not too much, just sociably so i guess. and after a while we start chatting. all about his life growing up, 23, altar boy, cousin is a priest, gramma goes to church/mass like 4 times a week. interesting guy. and he's staying at the motel most of the out of towners are staying at. and i've had enough. i know i'd like to get it on with him. and this is cool cuz as i said, it's been a while since i've really cruised a boy. and i'm not shy about being horny. and i also know lotsa guys [especially "nice" guys] are a little shocked by my desire to fuck them. but that's ok. everyone's learning.
so i say, kevin, the number is 4. 4 what he says. i say 4 is the number of times i wanna make him cum in the next 10 hours [which is the start time of the sunday morning workshops back on campus]. and it's not too dark to see him blush a bit. and i ask if he's got a roomate in his motel room. and he's like, no, but he's got a girlfriend at home. Vittoria. Not Victoria. and for once in this blog that's her real name. it's too pretty to pseudonym her. and she'll never read this anyway, i'm certain.
and i'm like, ok. no sweat. what's she like. and he goes on and on and on and on about her. which is interesting. way more then just filing me in on her personality. so i listen. she sounds awesome. 1st generation canadian-italian. a mature 20 year old. folks own a deli at home. he met her there 2 years ago. she's taking a bookkeeping course and wants to run the deli when her folks retire to their [imaginary] Tuscany villa. she runs catechism classes for little . wants , likes robbie williams a lot. and enrique iglasias. [good taste there].
and on and on. and that's cool. it's like he's saying hey, i really like this girl so here's everything about how awesome she is so you know that i'm really into her and so we can't do anything. and that's cool. but i'm keeping my back door open just in case "he doth protest too much." which is funny but who knows. right?
but beyond that he's a nice nice guy. and that's worth alot.
so we keep talking and we get onto religion. which is where i learn the catechism word [above]. and he tells me about catholicism from his point of view and i talk about crazy fucked up born again protestantism and reverent agnosticism and loving, gay-friendly churches i know and unitarians i've met in my life. good times.
and i then mention this blog. and he likes his beer and so do i. so we pick up a case of Alexander Keith off-sales and head back to his room so i can show him my blog. but that's all, he says! and i'm like, sure. no sweat. but in the back of my mind is the back door.
so we go back to his crappy motel room and he fires up the net and reads the first few posts of this blog. they start slow but get better.
he's modest but i know his boner is there. yay! my back door is unlocked. and i'm just lying on his bed sorta trying to keep it from spinning by drinking more beer and waiting for him to read enough to wanna chat about it.
and by the time he gets to the dorm room sexual politics post he starts talking about sex. he says he feels comfortable talking with me about things, which is true. i'm easy to talk to.
and he talks about how i'm pretty correct about lotsa the stuff in that post about boys liking to cum. and he says Vittoria knows that too and they're good young catholics so they haven't fucked, but he says she really likes to give him hand jobs. tons of fun for her, he says. and that's cool. good for her. and him too! she likes to watch his face as he squirts.
and he says he agrees with my post about how masterbation is banned in the bible and that's bunk because it really fucks up male-female relationships in society.
and the best part of the post he says, is the thing about girls inspiring guys when they're masterbating for us.
he says he has never seen Vittoria naked. not her boobs i ask? he says he saw most of them once. sun dress, too loose bra. not her nipples? no he says. but he feels them on his chest enough. his answers at this point are cute. honest, to the point, but short. and answered in a way that says, ok next question at the end. so i keep asking questions.
have you felt her boobs? nope. would you like to? yes. ah too bad. marriage, he says, we're engaged to be engaged he says and they can wait. then he says he wants to get more physical with her when they're actually engaged, but he's never brought it up with her. he just hopes it'll go that way. i tell him he should bring it up in a talk. ya gotta talk about these things.
more questions. so you haven't seen her pussy? no. tho he says he enjoys staring at it at her pool in her bathing suit. sunglasses keep her from seeing him just looooooooooking at it. i ask if he's sure she can't see, cuz girls often know alot more than guys think we do. and he blushes. and i'm like, hey, it's a goooood thing if she knows you are looking at her pussy.
so you haven't touched her pussy? no. her ass? yeah, he says she likes him to rub it.
so the 64 million dollar question: how do you live with the double standard. huh? she gives you handjobs, sees your cock, feels it, strokes it and makes it cum, but you don't have the same access to her. he dodges the question by adding that she sucks it too sometimes. ok, nice. do you cum in her mouth? no, she doesn't want to do that. so you have to warn her when yer gonna cum? yeah. dyou ever miss the warning? once. not good. she didn't suck it again for a long time after that. just hand jobs.
so i go back to the big question. he's like, well she's really modest about her body and wants to save it for marriage for me. and he says he can respect that and cuz he does, he doesn't wanna push that. even though you'd like to see her naked? yeah. and play with her body? yeah. and fuck her? yeah.
i see. then he says that she understands that boys like to cum. smart girl. so she knows that she should help him do that. that'll keep his eye from wandering, she says. i say, yeah, but once she goes down that road with you, it tends to want to progress and not progressing could lead to wandering eye. he kinda nods at that one.
so does she masterbate? he doesn't know. what? he says they never talk about it, like masterbating is a guy thing. IT'S NOT. i don't actually yell it, but i'm emphatic. totally. that might be a problem. i hope she does, but it sounds like she might not. he says he also thinks she might not.
so i say the thing you liked in my blog post is that i think it's a good idea for girls to strip a bit and rub themselves when boys are masterbating for us? yeah. and she doesn't do that for you? no. but that's ok, cuz he can sure get off without that, mostly cuz he's imagining her naked.
yes. i see. [at this point i feel like a total therapist]
so i say i see your problem. what problem, he asks.
and i believe him that he didn't know what his problem was. too cute.
so i say total matter of fact, dyou think i'm attractive? yes. ok, if you were single would you go out on a date with me? yes. would you kiss me if it came up? yes. and if we got all nasty would you go for me? yes, but he's trying to stay celibate until he gets married. ah.
so yer a virgin? well, no. he had sex several times with a 2 girls in high school. [another person who got to enjoy sex in high school, unlike me. grrr.] were you any good? he says he thinks so. did you enjoy it? ya totally, except for feeling bad about it afterwards.
it seems the second girl he had sex with is the one he had most of the sex with. when they broke up, she broke it off. catholic guilt. she didn't blame him or anything, she blamed herself [and in part him] but she could have said no. but he REALLY blamed himself. and he's been celibate for years now. wow.
so i say, when you're with Vittoria and you cum, is she always the one who makes you cum, or do you masterbate for her? and he says its just the handjobs and sucking. does she ever ask you to masterbate for her? no. dyou ever ask if she wants to see it? no. well, you should. i know, he says. but you masterbate on your own, though, right? yeah, for sure. and what do you think of? her, us, sometimes other girls.
so, i say. i understand that you don't want to fuck me, even if you wanted to...nice pause from him there...[back door]...but dyou want to masterbate for me? yes, i think i would, he says. ok. would you like me to inspire you? yes, he says. and then would you like to watch me masterbate? yes. then i say, i'd go first, but then you'd probly cum before i'm done and where's the fun in that. yeah, he says.
so i move to the foot of the bed and he sits at the head, leaning against the wall and he opens his pants and pulls it out. nice cock. about 5 inches long, kinda thin, but well-loved. i can tell. and after a few seconds he looks at me. so i open my top and let him see my bra and i run my finger along my boobs and over my belly and thighs.
after a few minutes, he slides out of his pants and boxers and keeps going, more intently now. so now i start rubbing on my pussy over my jeans. and i take off my top and bra completely. and push my boob with my upper right arm. and presto, he cums. just beautiful! a bunch up his arm, lots on his shirt. some on his thigh. and a really rich moan. and a smile. wow, he says, i like your boobs. thanks, i say! me too, as do millions!
i hop into the bathroom to get a hand towel for him. dyou want me to? he says no, he'll do it.
so we crack a couple more beers and i say you should tell Vittoria you want to masterbate for her. yes, i should, he says. and you dont' even have to ask her to do anything for you. she just might no matter what. then you react based on what happens. yeah, he says.
so he's quiet, so i say, my turn? he nods and smiles.
so he gets my ass-play moves. i hop onto the floor and face away from him and start rubbing my ass, then moving my hands into my pants to continue. i open my jeans and zip down then slide them down, and keep rubbing my bum for him. and he's already starting to get hard again, about half way back to total boner.
so i pull up my panties and rub my cheeks. then i spread my legs and bend over to rub my crotch. you like, i say? yes, he says, with a scratchy voice.
so off go my panties and i rub my bum while showing him my ass and pussy. i'm quite wet now.
i climb on the bed and tell him we need to trade places. he sits at the foot as i lean against the wall and spread my legs for him. have you ever licked a pussy? no. ah, too bad...[maybe at some point to night he will].
i pour some beer on my nipples and slide it around, then lick it up. then i just go for my clit and start working it. after several seconds, i see he's hard again and i stop my clit [masochist me i guess] and open my labia and slide a finger inside for a while. i see he starts rubbing his cock again. very nice.
then when my masochism kills me i go back to my clit and go until i cum. tons of fun. truly.
and during this i stopped watching him. he may have cum again, but i doubt it. he sure rubbed tho.
and by this time, we're both quite wiped and drunk and i suggest we crash. we end up sharing the bed. i wear my panties and top and him in his shorts. all innocent [to a degree i guess].
we set a wakeup call early enough for me to head home for new clothes before going back to campus. then we snooze.
twice i woke up. once, i felt his hard cock on my ass. i'm "sure" he was asleep, but if not, i'm cool with it. the other time i wake up, its his hand lying on the bed but beside my bum. totally innocent there. but i tell ya, i wouldn't have minded waking up and a cock in my hand and a request to slide it in me. i'd take it.
and in the morning when the fone rings, i hit the bathroom and come back to see if he wants to shower with me. no touching if you want, just masterbating. he says sure.
once in the tub, i start with my boobs and can see he's gonna need to go first. so i don't think i'm gonna get to fuck him, so i say, hey, would you like me to suck you off? i don't mind if you cum in my mouth. and in mid rub he's like, yes ok please. so i kneel down and it doesn't take long with his morning wood. he has a gentle, but powerful cock. i'm no deep throat sucker, so when he cums he tries to ram his cock down my throat. after a bit of almost gagging, i hold him back well enough to tease out his cum.
he is just amazed at watching me swallow it. a real turn on for him. so sweet.
so then i sit down in the tub and get him to point the crappy 99 cent shower head onto my pussy. the water's nice but far from strong enough to make me cum, so i get to rubbing. after a few minutes, i ask if he'd like to learn how to suck me. i was sure he'd say yes. but he doesn't. he says that would be too much. i can see some catholic guilt starting to creep ont his face. [or what i think is catholic guilt]
so on my own i have a nice, pleasant looooooooooong ten minute rubbing time before cumming. dyou like watching me cum? yes, he says. well, your homework is to make sure you get to a place with Vittoria, however long it takes, when you can watch her make herself cum. it's an amazing gift to share. ok? yes, very good idea.
and the rest of our time that morning was quite cordial and not to deep. eventually i went home to change. we saw each other sunday a couple times and sat together for lunch at a table with some saturday night buds.
and when he got into his car to head back home, i said to keep in touch if he wants, however platonically he wants. and if he doesn't want to, that's totally cool too, but i hoped he would. and then i asked if i could put our night onto my blog. expecting hesitancy, he said yes. i was a little surprised, but quite happy.
hi "kevin"! thanks for this. i wish you well in your relationship. you deserve great happiness. and from what it sounds like, so does Vittoria. be well and keep in touch [if you want!]
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Fucking Catholic Boys [or not]: Sex Tip #6
so "kevin" emails me.
outta the blue the other day.
this is kevin from a couple posts ago a couple months ago:
http://FriendFinder-x.com
you should read that post before reading this update.
i thought i'd summarize it for you. he said i could, but not to paste the whole thing in. i don't know why but ok. maybe he worships my writing style.
here goes...
so a week or so after he goes home from the conference he and Vittoria start fighting over little things. like who picks what movie they see. not the movie but who picks. [i'd have thought that no one would, but that doesn't matter at all.] they were all frosty and tempered with each other.
and she comes out and says what's wrong with him. and he's like what's wrong with you and she describes all the shit that he's been doing and when he goes to describe her shit, it's like nothing really all that big a deal and he says something happened at the conference with another girl. and they start talking about it.
and here's where i get to be a marital [type] counsellor. he actually shows her the blog piece. i TOTALLY didn't expect this, which is why i wrote it like i did.
and he tells her how he feels about her and that he's not looking for someone else, but different things from their relationship. and all through it she's a little shocked but good about listening to him. to me it sounds like she was a little shut down cuz i figured that if she ever read this blog she'd freak out. but maybe i don't know her. i don't. hi Vittoria, i assume you'll read this too. nice to meet you. sorta in the online virtual way.
i like enrique too.
anyway, kevin writes that there was parts of his brain that were allllllllllways keeping the back door open, that he wanted to just say fuck Vittoria, or more technically, forget about her and fuck me. woulda been nice i think. i'm glad i guessed that right.
anyway, he writes that showing Vittoria the blog was about letting her know important true things about him. actually he didn't show it, he read it to her. which i thought was amazing for him. wtg, kevin!
and then they start talking about sex and all the things they do. that's big of her, cuz i figured she would have killed him. and she says ya, she likes watching him cum when she gives him a hand job. and that she didn't remember when he says he saw most of her breast, but when he explained the time she did. does that mean she is too un-self-conscious about her body? i knew a girl in high school who totally said she wasn't hot but EVERY boy wanted her. not that she was coy, but she really believed she wasnt hot. wrong-o. maybe Vittoria isn't aware of people trying to see her breasts.
amateur psychoanalysis here.
so Vittoria says hand jobs have always been ok for her. but only cuz of the boy masterbation problem. i'd like to tell her about the girl problem some day.
and he says that when they get engaged he wants to do more things with her, sexually. and she's like well it sounds like you wanna do that now, before we get engaged. and he's like, yeah.
she said she was really surprised about the bathing suit thing that kevin looks at her pussy when she wears it. that's where i get my thing above about her not being aware of her desirability.
anyway i was mostly right again about it being a good thing that she knows he's looking at her pussy. she also felt a little pressured by knowing that in the past he was doing that. i can understand that, if the rules of the relationship were more celibate.
i must say, Vittoria, that my ass is special to me. i like it to be rubbed too. and when it gets rubbed, i get really turned on. and that's a good thing. i suspect you might get that too. justa guess. ya???
and when it comes to the double standard of handjobs for him, and bj's, but no access to her body, kevin said she understood the point. quite clearly. and she wasn't offended by it. whew. woulda been a problem if she was, i think.
there's the saving her body for marriage. check. there's the modest. check. but the modesty thing is just the tip of that iceberg. she says to him that despite having assertive rules about bodies and things, it's also to cover up that fact that she's done very little sexually and is just really nervous.
i was really happy to read that. truth.
and she's known about progression and wandering eyes and getting to make him cum will make him want more and if he doesn't get it, he may look elsewhere. turns out, me.
and she's wanted more too, but self-consciousness and a bit of fear plus the marriage, etc. stuff was in the way. totally understandable to me.
and masterbation. she doesn't do it. she's actually afraid to do it. i've heard that before. not afraid of anything rational. fear isn't always like that. it's fear that she'll be out of control of her body. that, i totally understand. i was there from 14-22 years old. i feel her pain there.
and she was really happy when she heard that he's imagining her naked. she assumed that, but it was so nice to hear it, she said. i bet!
and she said that it never occured to her to ask him to masterbate for her. and he says he would like to and she says she'd like that. a lot.
and instead of being totally mad at him and me for what we did in that motel room, she was moreso envious of me that he masterbated for me before her. sad a bit too, but she was very understanding, largely influenced i think by her wanting him to do it for her.
she also likes how i kinda stripped for him. and then they had a real long conversation. she did almost all the talking. about how she has so little experience with sexuality. dating in high school. no sex. no masterbation. lotsa kissing. bum feeling too. some boys hands between her legs at times when she was totally not comfortable with that. awkward! boys hands on her boobs, same response but to a lesser degree.
she liked how cocks felt rubbed up against her. especially her bum. i notice a trend here.
but she never felt a cock with her hand. one troublesome time, the most problematic of her sexual career, was when she was with her bf in grade 12 on a couch at his place and he was on top of her and finally got her to spread her legs and he was rubbing her pussy with his cock [not quite her words, according to kevin] and she was really liking it [duh], but then he came in his jeans. and her GUILT sledgehammer swung in. he was mostly cool with it and kinda laughed it off while going off to change. and she was outta there real soon after and the relationship fizzled.
i can see how this all builds up.
in the end she is made quite horny by hearing about all we did together/near each other in that hotel room. so some real good came from all that.
and hearing about how he came for me, she wanted it too. that's sweet.
he says when we were sleeping his hard cock on me was while he was asleep. nice.
and she was not upset about when i sucked him off. she was a little, but her world was kinda being spun in huge circles so in the big scheme of things it was no big deal compared to how he didnt fuck me. i can see that. tho i was sure she'd hate the bj.
and it wasn't catholic guilt that kept him from wanting to suck me. it was a desire to not go any further. sounds like guilt to me, but it could also just be a real conscious choice. which is cool. i can live with that.
so in the end, i had a good time that night. so did he. but it clearly bugged him enough to get in the way in his relationship. which is fine. life is full of inspiring moments that make or break people.
and while he didn't go into tons of detail, which is my job he says, he did explain a few things in his email about where his relationship has gone.
they didn't get engaged suddenly so they could do more. engagement is a different kind of thing he says. and they haven't fucked, but they did more their sexual relationship forward somewhat. yay kevin and Vittoria!
after the whole showing her the blog event, that night they pushed their limits. he masterbated for her and she loved it. she still wanted to touch or suck his cock, but she loved watching him make himself cum. and she talked about being wet watching it.
after he came he said she let him take off her top and bra and rub and stroke and kiss and lick her breasts. she really enjoyed it. i bet! a nice first for her in a good context too.
and over the weeks they've done the same kind of stuff as before. but now here boobs are in play. he has recently started tit-fucking her and she's gotten naked down to her everything but her panties which he is allowed to rub with his hands and cock, front and back. sounds like a great balance they've gotten to.
and she likes his cum on her. as most girls do i think.
and they aren't into masterbating her yet. but why rush things. i know that every day that goes by before she starts to have orgasms is a lost day, but more important is a healthy embrace of the whole orgasm experience.
so.
christian girls.
the sex tip? progress. advance. move forward. not fast, not slow, just at a good speed. do it with honesty. take conflict as a catalyst to improve things. look for ways to get more in touch with your body and the body of your lover.
and while you may have lines you don't cross, respect them, but give yourself permission to enjoy what you do do before you hit those lines.
nipples are meant to be exceedingly happy. if it falls within your line, find ways of making them so. and cocks are spectacular chunks of biology. pay attention to them and learn general rules about them and specific rules about them on specific boys
and remember, your body is for fun and for your well-thought-out plans for the future. keep the guilt down and the healthy respect up.
and in the end, if your relationship with your boy [or girl] is not as open and loving and supportive and exploratory as kevin and Vittoria, get it there, and then some.
it's worth the ride.
in touch,
holly
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Fucking Catholic Boys who have Girlfriends
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Posted:Jul 2, 2007 2:36 am
Last Updated:Jul 7, 2007 1:31 am
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So, there was originally a post in my blog about "Kevin" who is a Catholic boy with a girlfriend.
We didn't fuck, but we played around.
I felt like a mild homewrecker but I didn't lose any sleep on it.
Kevin sends me an email and gives me an update on a really improved relationship with his gf.
I'm sooooo happy for him.
Anyway, all this is from my "Sex Tips for Christian Girls" blog.
The update and link to the first posting are available if you google my blog title.
Christian girls need sex too!
In touch,
Holly
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Divorced Christian Fuck Buddies
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Posted:Jan 6, 2007 2:25 am
Last Updated:Jul 5, 2007 1:49 am
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"Sex Tips for Christian Girls"...google it.
That's my off-site blog. stcg stands for "Sex Tips for Christian Girls" it's a blog for Christian girls who aren't caught up in the virginal purity thing. There's a real absence of good stuff on the net for single Christians who are sexually active. Time to change that.
My latest post after 4 months off the blog [distracted by school] is about how divorced christians find fuck buddies worth while. a good lesson for the rest of single christians around.
There lotsa other posts there too, many political, many a bit religious, most really sexually oriented. i like sex and i'm not afraid to write about it. so enjoy!
in touch,
holly
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