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Sanna, my sweet Fijian charismatic Christian... 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. ===== 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<b> pussy </font></b>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 ===== 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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