Category Archives: My Sex Life

The Good, the Bad, and the Lovely

By Kendra Holliday | December 25, 2016

This chest makes an excellent tuffet

End of the year recap!

Who here is glad to be done with 2016?

WHO?

MEEEEE!

And I didn’t even have that bad of a year – I mainly watched other people’s loved one’s die and shitty world news and election travesty…

I can easily recall bad things, but if I think a little harder, I can conjure some really amazing memories this year –

Going to the cabin

Spending time with people who are no longer alive

Hosting fun events – Shameless Grounds, clothing optional pool party, sex worker workshops, sissy tea party, Fleshtivus!

Road trip with Sex Positive St Louis crew to Chicago CatalystCon

Tantra training in NYC!

Sun and moon book

A quick jaunt to Texas…

Fun with family – my daughter, partner, siblings and partners are still alive and well

New dishwasher, washing machine, and dryer – so many gifts and blessings thanks to my clients and loved ones

Another trip to NYC and the Poconos!

Lots and LOTS and LOTS of sexy time! Tantra, long distance clients visiting, devirginizing, fetish facilitation and roleplay realized….

Ahhhh!

And another year of good health – no serious illnesses or STIs, hooray!

And so many loved ones, a roof over my head, food in my belly.

Want to hear something funny?

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Grab Bag

By Kendra Holliday | November 23, 2016

Just reflecting on how much I get grabbed.

People can be handsy.

My, people can be handsy.

Most of the time I like it.

Surrender

SURRENDER

After all, I have lots of handles.

I have lots of handles

So many handles

Breasts, belly, hips… pussy.

Flesh

FLESH

Of course, I prefer to be grabbed consensually. Like this.

Mmmm

Mmmm

That was a good night – Ladies Night. I was weak all the next day.

When was the last time you grabbed someone? Did you ask first? Was it consensual? Did it lead to good things?

Cabin Advent Calendar

By Kendra Holliday | November 13, 2016

THIS IS OUR NINTH YEAR AT THE CABIN!!!! HEADING THERE IN DECEMBER……….

We disappear here.

We disappear here.

I’ve had many couples ask me for the name/location of the cabin we go to. Drop me a line and I’ll hook you up! This cabin is rustic, no wifi, so it’s good to come prepared with food, drink, music speakers, ambient lighting, soft blankets and pillows – we prepare a list every year.

Cuddly like kittens!

Cuddly like kittens!

Matthew and I go to the same cabin every winter, and about two months prior, we start getting CABIN FEVER.

A couple days ago, he texted me: “I hope each morning, you’re opening the Cabin Advent Calendar in your head.”

I sure am! Do you want a peek inside? Open each little window and it will reveal:

Maker’s Mark
truck
drunk
gluttony
lust
orgasms
smoke
bourbon cake

hot tub
robes
fireplace
massage oil

Beard.

cum

country music
cabin music playlist
old traditions
new ideas
movies
Deadwood
heat
love
warmth
cock
sex-scented beard
fantasy
roleplay
escape
sleep
connection
spanking
squirm
scream
pain
tears
us
timeless

yes

yes

yes

..

.

HOT Nude Photos From The Cabin

By Kendra Holliday | November 12, 2016

Going back to the cabin next month… looking at the pics from our visit earlier this year with great warmth and fondness… I’m ready for a break from all the madness!

You better believe the pics are hot – we were in front of a roaring fire all weekend!

Rustic and romantic!

We took this tasteful version of me wearing a vintage slip for facebook:

I can’t wait to take this slip off!

Then we took these classic nude photos for the blog.

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Back to the Cabin!

By Kendra Holliday | November 12, 2016

We’ll be sitting in front of this in about 12 hours!

This is our sixth year going to The Cabin!

It’s our favorite yearly ritual – stealing away right between the holidays and giving ourselves the best gift – time for just the two of us.

For 72 hours, we’ll be living in our own private universe where time and the internet doesn’t exist. In between all the fucking and frolicking, we’ll stoke the fire and eat cake at 2am, watch a movie, float away in the hot womb of the jacuzzi, listen to music playlists that celebrate different aspects of our lives, sip Maker’s Mark hot toddies at 6am…

Previous years have been epic. Last year was a Beethoven theme. Other themes have been BDSM, Ginger, Videos, Western…

I think this year’s theme will be Game of Thrones…

He is my Sun and Stars… I am the moon of his life.

We’ll be far, far away, experiencing something new, and something positively familiar. We’ve had another whole year to strengthen our bond.

Funny how driving four hours from both our houses feels like coming home.

He wrote this note to me four years ago, and it still holds true:

We need a cabin for a weekend together,
undress beside the ashes of the fire.
Your white gown smells of burning leaves.
It’s cold outside but I penetrate you with heat.
I keep you with every inch of my soul.
I love you.
I hate you.
I AM over you, peering down upon you worn and wet.
Reverting to your fetal shape in a torrent of emotion.
I am the man who defines you.
You are the woman who adores me.
A Burgundy box of worthless treasure in priceless proportions.
I will soak the thorny stem I place on your grave.
I am over you, in ALL ways.
We, Dear Slut, are far from over…..

 

Cabin 2015

By Kendra Holliday | November 12, 2016

This was our seventh year at the cabin! Such a magical place to reconnect!

The drive there is always fun – we stop in small towns and look for weird and new things to explore. You know, like the world’s largest rocking chair.

One outpost has moonshine tastings – 12 different kinds! We got apple pie and egg nog flavor, which is amazing in root beer.

Cuba, MO has an Amish store where we bought the most amazing cinnamon rolls.

Finally, we arrived at the cabin in the woods, near a lake:

Cabin in the woods!

Cabin in the woods!

As soon as we got there, he built a fire and made us whiskey cocktails. In celebration, I threw my panties on the fire – I couldn’t help myself! They were kindof ugly anyway. No undies for the rest of the weekend! We mostly stayed in robes or were naked.

We brought loads of pillows and super soft blankets to snuggle up in by the fire. One of them is a fake fur pattern – made me feel like we were in a cave!

I loved stroking the fur, and then my soft tummy, sipping hot toddies and reading gorgeous books, the fire crackling and throwing warm light:

Soft blankets, soft tummy

Soft blankets, soft tummy

We had an amazingly hot roleplay scene in the hot tub (SEX+STL is giving a roleplay talk today!)

Here is the path leading to the hot tub:

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Cabin Reprise

By Kendra Holliday | November 11, 2016

Another incredible weekend at the cabin.

The cabin is under new ownership now, so they made some nice minor improvements, such as new furniture, bedding, and this sign:

Ha ha

Ha ha

…unless you have a sex blog.

We had a fire going ALL WEEKEND, which apparently is as bad for you as smoking cigarettes, godammit. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t have a wood burning fireplace at my house.

Mesmerizing

Mesmerizing

Here’s a pic of me in the hot tub from a previous year:

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Adventures with Ginger at the Cabin

By Kendra Holliday | November 11, 2016

This year was the fourth time we’ve been to the cabin, and it flew by faster than ever. The day after we returned I was really grumpy, suffering from cabin drop and feeling very put out that I had to take care of all the necessary duties and resposibilities instead of lying around all tied up in front of the fire sticking ginger up my ass.

Excuse me?

Every year we enjoy all the favorite traditions (watching Westerns, building fires, stargazing, listening to Iron & Wine, wearing pajamas or nothing the entire time), but we also like to incorporate something new into our repertoire.

Lately I’ve been on a ginger kick. I love theme events, so I packed a bunch of ginger goodies: tea, men, liqueur, soda, and of course, the root itself.

I was determined to drink the entire bottle of The Big O (“there’s nothing fake about it” ) that weekend (we all have our goals), but I couldn’t quite get there. It started leaving a sickly sweet mossy film on my teeth that no amount of brushing could remove from my ginger-spiced psyche.

We also brought along this awesome vulva ornament our dear friend Rockabilly Girl gave us to hang above the fireplace:

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The King’s Birthday Buffet

By Kendra Holliday | November 6, 2016

I’m proud to say that the gang bang I had for my 40th birthday kicked off a tradition among my friends – orgies celebrating their 40th, 50th, etc. birthday! There have been several in the St. Louis region, featuring various fantasies and frivolity, sometimes before a fire, sometimes beneath the glow of a red light…

For science!

For science!

The thing is, you have to EARN an incredible orgy for your birthday – you can’t just dial it in. You need to spend years cultivating friendships with people who are in touch with their sexuality, and, more importantly, love and respect you.

My partner Matthew lovingly organized my gang bang, so it was only appropriate I return the favor by arranging a comparable 40th birthday celebration for him.

He helped make my fantasy of being surrounded by awesome male energy come true, so guess what? He wanted to be surrounded by awesome female energy!

BUT

We improved on the formula. This was not just a reverse gang bang, no ma’am.

This was going to be BETTER than that.

After making a list of who we would like to be present, I sent the following invitation to eight women:

Dear Women of High Esteem and Even Higher Regard,

The King's Beard

The King’s Beard

I would be so honored if you could lend your sacred female energy to the celebration of My King’s 40th birthday celebration.

Please bring a robe to wear once inside. Cocktails will be served. Decadent catering by Shameless Grounds.

The premise: Women will lounge about in robes, chatting and bonding. The King will beckon us one by one back to his chamber for exclusive quality time, on each woman’s terms. Please know that you are not expected to do anything you do not want to do.

The evening will culminate with some group worship, with guest comfort level paramount. The goal is for everyone to be comfortable and well cared for.

With Sensual Respect and Reverence,

Queen Kendra of The Beautiful Kind

To our delight, EVERYONE responded with an enthusiastic YES!

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Yes…I Am.

By Kendra Holliday | September 5, 2016

It was a sunny afternoon, and golden light was streaming through the window.

Matthew had me up on the table in the middle of my dining room. When I bought it, I made sure it was sturdy enough for fucking around on.

The Fucking Room Table

The Fucking Room Table

I was nude, lying on my back, legs spread. He sat in a chair at the head of the table, with a bottle of lube as a condiment.

He was in one of those supremely confident moods. (what else is new?) – always a good skill to have when doing a scene like this.

Looking down at him sitting up straight and proud with his fists planted on either side of me, he completely reminded me of an arrogant King about to tuck into a celebratory feast.

I felt like one of those Turduckens – you know, a chicken stuffed inside a duck stuffed inside a turkey.

Except I was more like a bitch stuffed inside a whore stuffed inside a slut.

Which I guess makes me a… slortch?

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How to Eat My Pussy

By Kendra Holliday | July 10, 2016

The more you know,
the more you grow.

Earlier I posted something on how to suck dick. Since women are more complex, I won’t pretend to know exactly what they all want. Some like more pressure, some like less direct stimulation, etc. But I do know what I want, so listen up! Take notes for our date…

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“If her legs ain’t trembling like Bambi, you ain’t eatin’ it right.” – from this HILARIOUS video about eating pussy
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1. Kiss me, pet me, stroke my hair. Work your way down the curves and valleys of my breasts, my belly, my hips, my thighs. I usually like lying on my back to receive your oral worship.

2. Kiss the inside of my thighs. Inhale my scent. Lick up and down my slit.

I love licking Lana!

I love licking!

3. Sure, tongue fuck me and all that good stuff. Then, focus on my clit. The key is the right speed and pressure. (This usually means licking, but sucking rhythmically can be a nice change of pace.) Don’t glue your mouth to it. Back up a little to give your tongue room to dance. Pretend you’re a cat lapping cream.

4. Keep it steady, focus. If you get tired (it might take a few minutes, especially if we’re new to each other) take a breather and kiss on my thighs again, or play with some sex toys, buzzz. But get back to it when you’re ready! And feel free to ask if the pressure/speed is right.

5. I like it even more if you put a finger or dildo inside me while you’re lickin’. You can move it slowly inside and out, or just rest it there. The sensation of having something inside is nice enough just on it’s own. I like to feel it when my muscles contract with the orgasm.

6. You’ll know I’m getting close when my legs tense up and I get quiet. And you’ll know when I cum cuz I’ll hyperventilate and erupt with some sexy or primal noise, and possibly grab your head. If we’re in church, I’ll just whisper to you that I’m cumming, so that you know what’s goin’ on, you sent me over the edge, yessss!

7. You can keep it up for a bit afterwards, I don’t go instantly sensitive. And usually after I cum I’m good n’ wet, it’s my fav foreplay, and I’m ready to fuck.

But first, I’ll give you a gold star.

This was taken in a shady glen in the country

This was taken in a shady glen in the country

Ladies, how do YOU like your pussy licked?

 

Playing the Virgin

By Kendra Holliday | July 2, 2016

Guess who is the opposite of a virgin?

ME!

Guess who loves the land of make believe?

Yes, Mister Rogers. But also,

ME!

And Matthew is my magical play partner. I’ve been with men in the past who were uncomfortable just having phone sex, but luckily for me, this man is down to roleplay an entire evening.

This vintage sheer gown inspired me, and away we went into fantasy land!

You, too, can be a sacred prostitute goddess!

You, too, can be a young virgin with the right imagination!

I was housesitting at a beautiful Victorian home, so it was the perfect setting for our fantasy.

We came up with it together – I was a 22 yr old sheltered, homeschooled girl named Katie. He was 36, and I had met him a few years ago at some homeschooling conference where he gave a presentation for grad school. I ran into him at some small town festival that day, and since my parents were out of town on a church trip, I invited him to come over that evening to hang out.

I had a crush on him and was hoping to make out, but had never done anything beyond first base. So I put on the costume, and he left the house, waited a moment, and then knocked on the front door.

From that moment on, he was the older, experienced man, and I was the shy girl who had no idea what she was getting herself into…

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The Story Behind My K Necklace

By Kendra Holliday | June 19, 2016

You may have noticed that I always wear a signature piece – my K necklace.

My signature piece K pendant

My signature piece K pendant

I know several people who wear signature pieces – my mentor Barbara Carrellas wears a dragonfly, my Tantra colleague Shaft wears a unicorn, and sex educator Mollena wears her slave collar.

I never take it off, even when I’m wearing other necklaces. The reason why is because it is like my wedding ring, or my BDSM collar.

My partner Matthew gifted it to me back in 2009 (we’ve been together since 2008). It started out as a joke.  Years ago, when we started exploring BDSM, we discovered a lot of comical Dom profiles on FetLife, so we decided to create a parody account featuring a Core Dominant named KAPSLOK. (If you’re a member of FetLife, you can see KAPSLOK’s profile here.) He’s SO Dom, not only does he capitalize his name, but he just keeps the CAPS LOCK key on for EVERYTHING.

“KAPSLOK” “collared” me with a little plastic K that came from a gumball machine. I wore that for a while, until it broke.

You may recall the time I left my travel mug at Matthew’s house, and what he did with it (he filled it with piss!) Well, a couple months later, I left it there again. Ohh nooo, what was he going to put in it this time – shit??

When he handed the mug to me, I cringed, but he had a tender demeanor, which threw me off.

“Open it,” he suggested softly.

Tentatively, I unscrewed the lid, and discovered treasure nestled in tissue paper inside.

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Kundalini

By Kendra Holliday | June 17, 2016

I’ve had my yoni eggs for almost three years now. I’ve had them since before my hysterectomy.

I’ve futzed around with them off and on over the months, not really committing to them, just experimenting.

(Before you read any further, make sure you read my post yesterday all about yoni eggs so you know what the hell I’m talking about.)

It was a dark and stormy night...

It was a dark and stormy night…

One night, I had an intense phone conversation with my partner Matthew. Hectic life was getting in the way of our relationship and we weren’t feeling connected. The talk left me feeling agitated and upset. Exhausted, I went to sleep feeling like a smelly, wrung out dishrag.

At 3:40, I woke to great thunder and lightning. The tumultuous storm rattled the windows. I fretted and tried relaxing.

I drank a glass of wine.

I stuck my tiger’s eye yoni egg inside me – I wanted something inside. It was soo cold going in.

I frantically masturbated. When I came, I screamed. Then I cried hard, and fell back asleep. I had weird dreams, but don’t really remember them.

I woke to the alarm feeling dreary and drab, not refreshed.

My body clenched the egg tight, it didn’t want to let it go. I had to push it out, and when I did, it was really hot, and some ejaculate came with it.

More tears – this time from my pussy. More release.

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Waking a Sleeping Bear

By Kendra Holliday | June 9, 2016

Time to cool down...

Time to cool down…

It’s 7am. I slip into his house.

Matthew has a note waiting for me at the door, along with an empty glass:

LEAVE YOUR CLOTHES HERE.
BRING ICE WATER ONLY.

I strip. I fill his glass, and enter the dark, cool cave that is his bedroom.

I whisper, “Good morning, My Bear King,” and hand him the glass.

He groans, takes a long pull off the water, then hands it back to me. I set it down, and though he’s still drowsy, as if out of instinct he pulls me up by the hips to straddle his face.

And then he eats.

He licks, kisses, nibbles, all the while sounding like a bear quietly raiding a campground…

Grrrrrrrrr!

Grrrrrrrrr!

His big paws roam up my soft body, catching breasts and curves. Every once in a while he clamps down with his strong fingers like a cobra, injecting poison into the nerves in the small of my back.

My thighs press down on his ears. I tremble and sway.

I cum on his face, and then kiss his well-used and pungent mouth.

He pushes me down and says, “Rub your pussy juices on it.”

I rub up and down on his hard cock – I SO want it to slip inside me, but I avoid the head, just coating the shaft in my juices…

I slither down his wide and hairy torso and suck it hungrily, and as he cums, he seizes me and growls, “SLUT…FUCKING SLUT….”

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