What would you do if you had an entire day to yourself and could do whatever you wanted?
My First MFM, by Lisa
Lisa shares what made her first MFM threesome so very hot!
Out About Being a Sex Worker
Are you out about being a sex worker? Why is it such a big deal?
What Makes a Relationship Real?
Is it living together? Being monogamous? Getting married?
Trading Despair for Hope
Fired from my job. Sued for my sexuality. About to lose my home. Running out of options, I grew desperate.
Tenga Egg Review
I gave my friend a Tenga Egg. He gave me feedback and action shots!
By Kendra Holliday | November 29, 2013 at 11:31 am
Yesterday, I had one of the best Thanksgivings ever.
I got to spend it blissfully alone.
Years ago, I had a solitary Thanksgiving where I stayed in bed all day and read a pile of glossy magazines and ate whatever I wanted, and it was indulgently awesome. But that time, I was renting a room in someone’s house, and this time, I got to spend it in my very own house, which made it even better.
My daughter was with her dad celebrating a traditional Thanksgiving, and my partner was out of town with his family, also celebrating traditionally.
I almost never get time to myself, and I’m always driving around everywhere. Ugh, I hate driving! Day job, two appointments or events a night, having a kid, dating multiple people – phew! As an introvert who chooses to engage in many extroverted activities, I sometimes fantasize about being a shut-in.
What would you do if you had an entire day to yourself and could do whatever you wanted?
Here is what I did.
I slept in. I lounged in bed. I wore mismatched comfy clothes and had B.O.
I did NOT allow myself to reply to any emails or do ANY work. I forced myself to take a break. Lately, my inbox has been like a bunch of wolves howling at the moon. And I am the moon.
The one email I did write was to my partner. I sent it to him early morning. It was a long list of gratitude / things I love about him. Such as:
- you turned me onto GoT even though it is gross, dark and scary. But it is awesome.
- you remind me of King Robert, Ned Stark, and Kol Drogo, and even Tyrion! but not Jaime or Theon
- your magnificent beard
- your magnificent confidence
- you don’t mind me fucking other men
- you can dig my cuckquean fetish
- you spank so well
- you make me FEEL…
I pulled a dusty old external hard drive out of the basement and went through it. I found all kinds of pictures I forgot about!
Here are pics from a Glitter Party.
I don’t even know who that guy is.
Holy shit I look like my baby sis in this pic! I don’t remember the woman behind me, but I know we made out that night.
By Kendra Holliday | November 28, 2013 at 12:42 pm
When I first shared this story six years ago, I thought it was super badass. When I read it now, I think, what the fuck? Did I really do that? Um, trigger warning? This took place in the early stages of our relationship. We were exploring BDSM, our limits, each other…
I’m on the rag.
Matthew tells me to wait for him in his bed. I’m wearing a tampon, panties, and nothing else. I’m curled up all soft and warm, and wake when he comes home from another late night of carousing. Whiskey and manscent fill the room. I hear him shedding clothes, his heavy breathing. He climbs into the bed, and embraces me. I sigh contentedly and wiggle into him…
He smells blood.
He starts pawing at me.
“I thought you said we were going to cuddle,” I say in a small voice.
“FUCK YOU,” he growls in my ear, and starts yanking my panties down.
In the back of my mind I realize that’s the name of this game, and it’s time to face the music.
He crushes me with his weight. He is so big, easily two or three times my size. I feel like a sparrow pinned to the grill of a truck, the engine roaring and hot.
By Kendra Holliday | November 24, 2013 at 5:43 am
Here is another magnificent guest post by Lisa, the woman who wrote about being poly and single!
One of the obvious advantages of being polyamorous is the opportunity for sexual variety. I am blessed to have a few regular lovers and one that is on a more occasional basis due to schedule conflicts. I have excellent communication with all of my lovers, and especially with my lover, K, with whom I have a deeper romantic relationship. One of his turn-ons is hearing about my sexual adventures with others. (Lucky me!) Nothing turns him on more than seeing and hearing me cum in general!
Recently as we made love, he expressed the desire not only to watch me being screwed by someone else, but to also join in the fun. We agreed that we’d definitely be open to the opportunity if the right situation presented itself. The next time I heard from John, my occasional lover, I remembered that he had told me in a prior conversation that he enjoyed group sex. Perfect!
Coincidentally, all of our schedules just happened to work out on a night in October that K and I had been at a Halloween party, so the fact that I arrived to John’s for the threesome dressed as a slutty cop added to the fun! I channeled my inner sexy corrections officer and teasingly offered to cuff my guys.
We all sat on John’s bed and marveled at his incredible 125 gallon salt water aquarium. Something about the soft glow of the fish tank combined with the gurgle of the pump was hypnotic and soothing and set the perfect mood for our lusty group encounter.
By Kendra Holliday | November 20, 2013 at 6:00 am
|You really did a number
on my vagina, baby
A guest post by SW, a 29-year-old mother…
For some strange reason, I didn’t think about the horror of what would happen to my crotch from having a baby. I guess I figured people had more than one kid so it must not be a big deal. Plus, with all the fisting, double dick fucking, etc. out there, I figured the thing’s made to stretch. So I was really blindsided by the horror my poor nanny experienced.
I had my son nine months ago. I gave birth at home naturally with two midwives attending. Moments after he was born, as we lay in bed staring at our golden accomplishment, I wanted badly to have sex with my husband. It struck me as a strange thought but I really wanted to. I felt closer to him and more grateful to him than ever before (or since really) in our marriage. There are no words for that moment.
But there was a lot of tearing for me. I had a “button” hole in my labia, which sounds all cute and sweet but in my case amounted to something a dick could accidentally find its way through. I’m sure there’s someone with a fetish out there for that, but it isn’t me. While I was prepared for childbirth with no drugs, sewing my girl parts with no drugs is another fucking story. The pain of a needle going into your labia to numb the area is excruciating.
So I was less than thrilled when six weeks later, all the sewing had to be repeated in the midwife’s office. When, at 15 weeks postpartum, I needed my labia sewn a third time, I sucked it up and paid the OB for the drugs and the “comfort.”
By Kendra Holliday | November 15, 2013 at 6:19 am
I received an interesting letter the other day:
I was reading an article on your website where you talked about what life was like for you when you lost your job and the whole legal issues with your marriage. I was going through the list of jobs you have done to pay your bills and one caught my attention: ‘sex work’.
What was your thought about being a sex worker before you actually found yourself in the profession and now that you’ve been through that what do you think of it?
Was it an easy transition for you to make?
I’m glad that you have a job now and can pay your bills and take care of other things but I was wondering if you could make more money being a sex worker, would you leave you current job?”
Such a good question!
Well, here’s the long and short of it: I have a full-time day job. After taxes and benefits, each paycheck is about $1000. My monthly expenses are about $3000.
That means I need a part-time job to supplement my income. It’s hard to swing that when you have a kid, as your schedule needs to remain flexible. I do some writing and consulting gigs, but to be honest with you, I couldn’t get by without a couple of intimate sessions a month.
In other words, I still do sex work.
By Kendra Holliday | November 11, 2013 at 5:12 pm
“So when are you getting married?” my friend’s mom asked me. She knew I had been with Matthew for a few years.
“We don’t have plans to get married,” I told her.
She responded dismissively, “Oh, so you don’t have a future together.”
Whoa! This was coming from a woman who has been miserably married for almost 40 years. She nags her husband constantly. She ridicules him in front of company. She curses him for his every quirky habit. She decorates the entire house girly country chic, leaving him one tiny office where he can play Solitaire on the computer until she yells at him to fix something. Which is about every ten minutes.
What kind of future is that?
A lot of people react with bewilderment when it comes to the nature of our relationship. They think we’re play partners, not life partners. They ask, “Where’s your ring?” I reply, “I have a collar.”
When I first thought of writing this post I was in rant mode, but I guess I can understand the confusion. Our relationship is socially atypical. We are not married. We fuck other people. We live in separate houses.
In order to legitimize a relationship in our society, you have to live together and get married.
My ex-husband doesn’t think we’re serious because we don’t live together. Neither does my 86 year old friend. He’s constantly trying to hook me up with his recently divorced doctor son, despite the fact that he’s met Matthew and his son is probably gay. If he knew I was a slut, he wouldn’t want me in the same room, much less same family.
By Kendra Holliday | November 9, 2013 at 9:27 am
Eric Barry’s essay on Huffington Post starts off with a visceral bang:
Right now I’m scared. I’m terrified. I have not had steady employment in over three years. I’ve burnt through my entire 401(k). I’m on food stamps. I’ve paid my last two months’ rent on a credit card, and have no means to pay this month’s.
Eric is a man living in San Francisco struggling to survive because of his past sex work and for being out about sexuality.
As a bisexual mother in the Midwest who is out about her sexuality, I have been in his position. Three years ago, I was in the depths of despair. With no steady employment for three years, I was running out of options. I was at risk of losing my home, my daughter, and my life.
I was fired from a job for having this sex blog. My boss was outraged and disgusted with me. It was an ugly and traumatic scene.
I was desperate. I hustled. I begged. I signed up for food pantry services. It was humiliating and debasing.
My ex-husband sued me for full custody of our daughter – since I was out about my sexuality, he declared me an unfit mother. At a meeting with him, I pleaded for him to drop the lawsuit against me. He responded with a cold stare across the table and stated, “You don’t belong here. Why don’t you move away to somewhere where they accept your kind of behavior?”
It’s so crazy – you can have a sex life in this society, as long as you are private about it. If you are open and talk about it – if there is public evidence of your sexuality – you are persecuted and shunned.
By Kendra Holliday | November 5, 2013 at 6:25 am
I love giving these Tenga Eggs out to my guy friends as party favors! One of them was nice enough to review it for me (male sex toys give me penis envy! I know, I know women have so many more toy options, nyah nyah!) AND he took action shots!
Kendra gave me a Tenga egg, and asked me to let her know what I thought of it. I’d heard of them, but had never really seen one. You can buy them online at Walgreens and Amazon, and of course the main Tenga website and various sex toy vendors.
The packaging was the size of your typical plastic candy filled egg, and was heavier than a chocolate egg. Each of the different styles has a different color wrapper. It may be my older eyes, but the green print on the directions to the “clicker” egg was hard to read.
Luckily, it is rather self explanatory once you open it up. The center of the egg contains the lubricant pack, which is just the right amount to get (and keep) things sliding along nicely.
It took a few tries to get the egg to go over the tip of my cock and stay there, but that may have been partly due to never using one before, and not being fully erect when trying it – evidently my penis was feeling shy about having its picture taken.
Once the egg was in place, I could feel the coolness of the lube, which warmed up quickly, and the small “nubs” on the inside of the egg (the “clicker” has small nubs on the inside – the other eggs have different textures in them – all of which sound interesting).
By Kendra Holliday | October 30, 2013 at 2:48 pm
Yang is characterized as hard, fast, solid, dry, focused, hot, and aggressive. It is associated with masculinity and daytime. – Wikipedia, on yin and yang
The night before, I had been with a sweet, beautiful woman. The next day, I was with her polar opposite.
Every time I get with Matthew, I feel thrilled and torn – I want to hang out and joke with him, but I also want him to dominate and be mean to me. I want to make love, but I also want to be fucked.
I want to make the most out of each and every moment we’re together.
Unable to make up my mind, I tend to resort to a trust fall approach and let him dictate the mood, which works well for us.
For instance, the last time he came over, he texted me ahead of time with the following instructions:
“Naked, on your knees, facing away from the front door, hands behind your back, don’t speak.”
It ended up being a very intense 20 minutes, leaving me emotionally and physically wiped out for the rest of the day.
This time, I was wearing a cute little red silk shortie pajama set, and ran up to him eagerly when he arrived. We kissed and cuddled and I walked him back to the bedroom by the hand. He chuckled at all the slut droppings – toys, massage oil, and candles strewn about from the night before.
He pushed me down on the bed and crushed me with his formidable weight, which always makes me giggle uncontrollably. Then he relieved us both of our clothes and we reconnected joyously: he had me, filled me, surrounded me … it didn’t take long for both of us to cum.
By Kendra Holliday | October 29, 2013 at 6:03 am
Yin is usually characterized as slow, soft, insubstantial, diffuse, cold, wet, and tranquil. It is generally associated with the feminine, birth and generation, and with the night. – Wikipedia, on yin and yang
“It’s my birthday Monday, and I want YOU to be my birthday present, sweetie!” my girlfriend Rachel announced to me.
“ME?” I exclaimed. “Um, OK!”
We both play with men a lot, so we wanted a chance to enjoy feminine delights without cock bobbing around for a change. Don’t get me wrong – mff threesomes are SO MUCH FUN, but when you’re a hot bisexual woman, it’s not easy scheduling girl-on-girl time!
Matthew was a total gentleman about it, by the way. Lord knows he gets plenty of action on his own, so he gave me space and his blessing and never once joked about joining us. This was a nice change from all the other men I’ve been with in the past who were – oh fine, I’ll say it – selfish babies when it came to my girlfriends.
I made her a special birthday dinner, with salad, vegetable lasagna, artisan bread, champagne grapes, wine, and homemade french vanilla chocolate chip cookies. I excitedly lit candles, put on some romantic music… I felt so cute in my vintage teddy.
She arrived, we had a relaxing dinner, she loved everything, we couldn’t stop talking!
Finally she said, “Dinner was just wonderful sweetie, but I’m ready for dessert!”
I was getting cougared for a change!