By Kendra Holliday | October 21, 2021
Category Archives: Body Talk
I caught this exchange on a sex blog the other day:
“Is fisting painful?”
The sex blogger replied:
Two insidious suppositions haunt any discussion of fisting. First, that it will stretch out the vagina to cavern-like dimensions; and second, that it will hurt. Neither is true…
Remove the fist and the vagina does not hang open like the lips of a mouth-breather. It snaps back. Really. Maybe I should post some before and after photos some day?
In the comments, I volunteered to do an explicit photo series, because that’s what occurs to me when I catch wind of something sexually daring, unlike most people who read about it, nod with curiosity, and then go on about their business.
I enlisted my dear friend Rockabilly Girl to do the fisting, and Matthew to take pics.
Get this: I was featured in Hustler magazine earlier this year, and they asked if they could run this photo series. At first I was shocked at the idea, but then I decided it would be pretty fucking cool to rock the fisting in a national hardcore porn mag!
So they made everyone sign releases and submit photo ID’s, including Rockabilly Girl, whose fist is the only thing you see in the pics (until it goes in my vagina).
Then, after weeks of legal paperwork and emails back and forth, Hustler decided against running the pics after all. Too edgy.
But not for me! I think it’s natural, lovely, and intensely beautiful.
So here you go.
By Kendra Holliday | October 17, 2021
I love giving prostate massages.
I’ve done it many times, on my massage table, and on my bed.
Sometimes, the client requests it; sometimes, I suggest it.
It’s good for your health. It’s intense. It often elicits a different kind of release/orgasm.
For some, it can feel extremely pleasurable; for others, it can be more like a soul reboot.
The client arrives clean, meaning they have prepped for anal play by having an enema or emptying bowels. I always check on them when they show up, asking how they are feeling physically, and if they’re still in the mood/headspace for anal play. If they aren’t, we switch gears. If they are, we assume the position!
By Kendra Holliday | June 3, 2021
My man likes the sexy dresses, fishnet stockings and all that, but what he loves most is the casual, natural look.
Jeans and a tank top, no bra:
Stripped down just a little bit more:
These boy shorts say: life . energy . intelligence
What attire do you find sexiest?
By Kendra Holliday | April 23, 2021
This week I had one of my yearly photoshoots with one of my favorite people, Stan Strembicki!
We’ve been doing about two shoots a year since 2007 maybe? Sometimes solo, sometimes with friends, sometimes as a group. Mostly in his studio, but sometimes in the woods, in abandoned buildings…
But one thing is for sure – I’m always NAKED.
Many of the photos on this blog are by Stan. He took my Coming Out photos in 2010! This was one of those:
By Kendra Holliday | March 13, 2021
First of all, if it weren’t for the pandemic, this would’ve been a public event! I asked my friend Andy if he’d do a demo in the future, and he said YES!
So stay tuned for that, and in the meantime, read and see LOTS OF PICS showing how one goes about capturing a gorgeous 3D likeness of their genitals!
It all started with me posting on twitter:
Can anyone recommend a good vulva casting kit? Any tips? I don’t want it looking super raggedy and rotty. I can’t believe I’m almost 50 years old and have never had my vulva immortalized in this way, when it has brought me such pleasure and $power$. I’ve been looking up options and think it’s so funny some are called “Adult Vagina Molds” – I definitely DO NOT want a replica of “the muscular tube leading from the external genitals to the cervix of the uterus in women and most female mammals.”
My friend Andy from Shameless Grounds sent me a message:
If you’d like tips/instruction/help with doing a vulva casting, I have a fair bit of practice with casting, and I have the equipment to do a pretty high quality amateur casting (vacuum chamber to remove bubbles from the casting agent, mold release, etc.). I haven’t done a vulva casting before, but I have a pretty good idea of how to go about it to get a nice casting done..
If it comes out nicely, I will bask in the glow of having immortalized a powerful bit of feminine energy.
Isn’t that sweet?! You’ll be interested to know that Andy is quite the crafty, kinky handyman. He builds floggers, human cages, crosses – he even helps friends safely hang their sex swings!
He explained the process to me:
If you’re comfortable, Covid-wise, being in the same room with me for about an hour wearing masks, and being within 6 feet for about 15 minutes, we can do it.
You’ll want a relatively smooth and hairless vulva on the casting day. Pubic hair up higher is fine, as long as it’s not in the “casting zone”. Hair doesn’t “cast”; it gets embedded into the casting medium, and would likely get pulled out when the cast is removed. It also messes up the casting impression.
Shave your vulva 2-3 days ahead to give your skin a chance to recover from any shaving irritation before we slather goop on it.
Rub some coconut oil or similar vulva-safe oil on just prior to casting. It will protect your skin and make the casting come off super easy.
And just so you know what to expect for the actual casting, we’ll have you lift your hips and lower back up on a pillow. You’ll be stuck like that for about 10-15 minutes for an alginate casting.
We’ll mix the alginate with some warm water. I just “glop” that mixture on to your vulva, making sure we don’t have any bubbles in it, and making sure we cover everything about 1/2″ thick in the glop. While it’s still gloppy, I’ll pat some loose cotton fiber on top of it, and then put a layer of plaster bandages over the top of that. The cotton fiber binds the delicate alginate to the sturdy plaster – making the whole thing hold together better than just alginate alone. Then everything sets up for about 5 or 6 minutes, and it’s ready to remove. It takes about 15 minutes from mixing to cleanup.
I’ll take the fresh mold home with me, and make a casting from it. The casting can be either plaster or resin, and it needs to dry overnight. The next day we see how it came out, and do any little touchups that might be needed. And that’s it. You’re casting should be complete and ready to give to you a few days from when we met.
I’ll bring everything needed. I just need access to warm tap water, and a comfy place where you can lie back and elevate your hips for a few minutes. We’ll put a plastic trash bag under you to catch any drips or spills, but other than that, it’s not too messy.
Once the alginate gets mixed, it sets up fast, and I need to get it on you within 3 or 4 minutes. Once I start, my hands will be full of glop.
First, he practiced on a plaster vulva that was already on display in the shop (there are several you can see, made by a local artist). Wouldn’t it make a marvelous night light?
Then he practiced on a real woman – his wife. Just think – when I first posted about this, Andy had never done a vulva cast – now look at him – he’s on a roll!
The morning of our vulva casting, I took a walk, and noticed how ALIVE my pussy felt – I was all tingling and turned on! Clearly, I was eager to indulge my exhibitionist side with a trusted friend.
By Kendra Holliday | January 28, 2021
Note: This article was originally published here.
Did you know that the average woman takes about 20 minutes to achieve orgasm? The majority of men, on the other hand, don’t have a problem coming in 5 minutes. If a woman can orgasm during intercourse (though not all do), she’s going to require more time than most men need. Basically, a woman’s orgasm is like a symphony, whereas a man’s is more like a rock song.
In general, men can stave off the inevitable for the sake of his partner, employing techniques akin to swinging a guitar solo or engaging his audience. Some men, however, have trouble lasting even five minutes—it’s more like a radio jingle—and they’re anxious to build up their longevity so they can properly satisfy their partner. Plus, radio jingles are annoying.
There’s an interesting phenomenon called The Coolidge Effect, which got its name from President Calvin and Mrs. Coolidge. Seems the First Couple was visiting a farm, and Mrs. Coolidge remarked that she wished the Commander in Chief were as randy as a rooster they saw strutting around. President Coolidge retorted, “Well it’s no wonder I’m not as frisky; I’ve only got one hen in my henhouse.” The Coolidge Effect is when a man become bored with his regular sex partner, but gets “over enthusiastic” (comes in a flash) when introduced to new ones.
Case in point: as a sex surrogate, I worked with a 45-year-old attorney who said he’d could go a decent amount of time during intercourse with his wife of ten years, but now that he was divorced and dating, anytime he got with someone new, he had trouble lasting more than a couple minutes, leaving him baffled and frustrated.
By Kendra Holliday | December 19, 2020
Note: This article was originally published here.
I don’t know about you, but I love surprises.
You never can tell what a man’s penis is going to be like just by looking at him. I’ve hooked up with a 6’4” guy with huge hands and feet, only to discover he has an average size penis. I’ve been shocked to find out the 5’7” Asian man with delicate features is a show-er, not a grow-er.
The other day I met with a new client, an attractive, fit 34-year-old. Usually, I get a clue what’s on a client’s mind prior to meeting him, but in this case I had no idea what his issue was. This appealed to me. I was going to get a surprise.
The Long and the Short of It
We met at a coffee shop, and took a walk in the park. Settling down on a bench, he took a deep breath and nervously admitted that he felt his penis was too small. When I asked him why, he cited two main reasons:
1. A girlfriend in high school drunkenly mocked him, telling him he had a little dick.
2. His current girlfriend cheated on him with another man.
When he asked her if the other man had a bigger penis, she’d told him yes. As horrifying as this was for him to hear, he confessed that ever since then, he has enjoyed fucking her with a large dildo and imagining he is watching a well-endowed man pleasure her as he feels he cannot.
He told me he avoids being around other men in the locker room obsessively, and that he was finding himself getting more and more into a fetish called SPH, or small penis humiliation.
By Kendra Holliday | November 19, 2020
Let’s get this cleared up right off the bat: Do you wanna know what it feels like to be penetrated non-consensually?
LIKE YOUR SOUL IS DYING.
So don’t do that. DON’T penetrate other people non-consensually. I can’t believe I have to state the obvious. COME ON, PEOPLE.
Now, let’s move on to how it feels to be vaginally penetrated when you are into it, turned on, etc.
I posed the question on fb and twitter, and got responses from several curious men, but only one from a woman! My friend, Bianca:
“Being penetrated vaginally feels like a void is being filled. Like the right jigsaw piece is in place. Like warm candy. So good you roll your eyes up with pleasure.”
Let me elaborate.
It’s like tucking into this gooey, decadent, absolutely delicious dessert, all sweet and salty and creamy.
It’s like you have a throbbing headache, and someone slips you morphine. Hot, throbbing morphine, for your hot, aching pussy.
It feels like a drug that will save your life.
It feels completely base and primal, like you want to fuck the earth and fill your womb.
It feels the way a spring crop looks, all those new green shoots pushing up through the moist, fertile black soil.
By Kendra Holliday | September 16, 2020
This is a picture of me from the 3rd grade. Looking at it, it’s hard to believe I was molested – I mean, wouldn’t those ginormous nerd goggles be repellent enough, not to mention the shitty haircut and goofy fashion?
Then again, my opportunistic molester was pretty homely too, and wasn’t very picky. I daresay he had bad taste in children.
But this ugly child grew up to be a gorgeous goddess. Here are some steps I took in my maturity makeover:
Braces – My parents could only afford braces for one of their five kids, so they chose my sister. That means I made it to adulthood with one of my front teeth jutting out. In grade school, kids would come up to me all the time and inform me, “You have a crooked tooth.” LIKE I DIDN’T KNOW. I was self-conscious about smiling, so I scowled a lot.
Finally, when I was married and DINK (double income, no kids), I took the plunge and got Invisalign braces. I’M SO GLAD I DID IT. It was worth every penny (how many pennies are in $4000? oh never mind). Now I wear a retainer at night whenever I feel like it, which is about half the time. I’ve only broken it once. Flossing is so much easier.
Heart zapped – In 2000 I birthed my daughter vaginally – hooray! I didn’t want an epidural or a c-section, but I sure did freak out and request the epidural as soon as my labor pains kicked in for real.
My doctor took it upon herself to give me an episiotomy (a surgical cut in the muscular area between the vagina and the anus), which took a long time to heal. But further north, the pregnancy took other tolls on my body – my heart.
It had trouble keeping up with the extra blood flow and work involved with carrying another person around inside me for months, so it started to misfire. I developed SVT – Supraventricular tachycardia. My heart would sometimes race 300 beats a minute, which was inconvenient and scary. The solution was a procedure where they snake a laser up through your groin to your heart and zap the naughty part and kill it. So my heart has a scar.
The procedure cured my condition, but that zap also signaled the end of my marriage. I woke up from the procedure and everything changed in my life. My heart was fixed and broken, all at once.
By Kendra Holliday | May 27, 2020
For about six weeks in 2012, which included the entire month of May, I did not shave anything on my body – legs, underarms, pubic area. (my recap video is here.)
This weekend, we had a shave party!
Let me show you the legs first. In this pic, I have one leg shaved – can you tell which one?
Let’s take a closer look:
I was glad to shave my calves – wearing skirts with hairy legs is fine. I loved feeling the breeze tickle the hair. But wearing pants or tights with hairy legs felt CREEPY and annoying.
Next, my crotch.
By Kendra Holliday | May 1, 2020
I did this video announcing my new project: No Shave May!
I already have a head start with it, see? My pubes are trying to bust their way out of my lace panties!
I can’t get any of my lace panties to hold up these days. I’ve taken to hand washing and trying not to be too sexy for them.
I find the difference between guys who are into shaved heads and the guys who are into natural women fascinating. As a group, the shaved head guys came off as more entitled and disconnected, as if they owned every bald female head. Even though they claimed a woman with a shaved head was a sign of powerful confidence, they seemed to secretly get off on the humiliation factor.
The hairy armpit guys are more respectful and kind. I guess they are hippies after my own heart! These guys see hairy underarms as a badge of sensuality and supreme confidence.
I wonder how big my bush will get. I can’t remember the last time it was fully grown out. I’ll keep you posted on how my hair growth progresses!
By Kendra Holliday | April 7, 2020
Can you guess which nipples are allowed to be seen in public, posted on facebook, and are socially acceptable? Which nipples are to be feared and reviled? Which nipples should be jailed and punished by law? You be the judge! (All photos are from Wikimedia Commons unless otherwise noted).
Tip: Here is the definition of the word “obscene”:
1.offensive to morality or decency; indecent; depraved.
2.causing uncontrolled sexual desire.
3.abominable; disgusting; repulsive.
Here we go! First, let’s warm up with some very SFW (Safe For Work) pics of human mammals:
This is a woman from Afghanistan. Is this obscene?
This is a Victorian woman and man. Is this obscene?
This is a statue. Is this obscene?
By Kendra Holliday | September 26, 2019
Stop and think – how many things have been up your butt?
I have to admit, I’m just not that into the anal. It doesn’t occur to me on a regular basis. I’m much more oral and vagina-centric. So the things that have been up my butt have been few and far between. And the experiences have been good, bad, and ugly.
Here’s a quick-n-dirty list:
– Poo. EVERYONE has had poo in their butt. I hate poo. Poo is gross. Poo stinks. I don’t like smelling it, and I sure as hell don’t want other people smelling it. I’ve been using Poo-Pourri, and it works pretty well. Not that I spray it up my butt. You’re supposed to spray it in the toilet before you have a seat.
– Pink vibrating beads. I had an AmaZing experience with these. You can read about it here.
– Flexi Felix anal beads. You can read about that cute toy here.
– Bendybeads. I wouldn’t recommend these for beginners, but they are nice and sturdy, made of safe, smooth silicone. It’s fun to slowly pull them out as you’re having an orgassssmmm….
By Kendra Holliday | September 26, 2019
I thought this would be a good topic to follow the vaginal penetration post.
A few years ago, the Riverfront Times published an article titled Top Ten Things That Have Been in The Beautiful Kind’s Vagina: NSFW. I was SO honored. I’m pretty sure no other woman has that distinction. The article is by now out of date, so I’m going to offer my own, more accurate version. GOD my vagina has been good to me! Holy shit I’ve had a lot of people and things in my vagina! (For context, click here to see what my pussy looks like – the glorious gateway to my vagina!)
10. Tapio, my wooden dildo. One of my favorite sex toys. My lovely super smooth dildo glows like a tiger’s eye and smells like cedar. Very warm and inviting. He is the most living inanimate object I’ve ever fucked.
9. An abortionist. I seriously can’t imagine what life would be like right now if I hadn’t gotten an abortion in 2007. It was a sucky situation and a difficult decision to make, but I am infinitely grateful I had the legal option to exercise my right to choose.
8. Big black cock. I’m sorry, but even if the cock isn’t technically “big” (and lord knows I’m not a size queen!), it still sounds better to say it that way. I’ve had the pleasure of fucking several handsome black men. Here is one of them.
7. Hitachi Magic Wand Attachment. OMG I LOVE THIS THING! I use the Hitachi Magic Wand every day, but every once in a while, I add the attachment. It fits over the head and inserts perfectly snug. I lube it up and it’s like a benevolent alien tentacle bathing me in white light, inside and out. It’s gripping and intense and when I cum, it hurts so good! My vagina grabs on tight and doesn’t want to let go. I yelp when I pull it out after my rockin’ session, phew!
By Kendra Holliday | September 25, 2019
You know what’s awesome? It was much easier writing the list of Top 10 Things That Have Been in My Vagina. My positive sexual experiences far outweigh my negative, and shine warmly in my head, eclipsing the dark, gross shitty stuff.
That’s because I have not let the negative things define me. I have overcome them, and defined my sexuality on my own terms. Each of the things below sucked bad, but they all made me a stronger person as a result.
Look, I’m not much into trigger warnings – I kinda figure if you’re alive and on the internet, you’re going to run into some raw dog shit. But I’ll go ahead and let you know that the list gets progressively worse. A yeast infection is a walk in the park compared to some of the hell that follows.
10. Yeast. I’m glad to say I have a hardy vagina – some women I know have to deal with chronic yeast or bladder infections. For the most part, mine can endure all kinds of crazy activity and then go on about its business. I have had a few yeast infections though, and itchy, pissed off vaginas are no fun! They’re actually pretty gross. It’s cool modern medicine has evolved such that you just need to pop one pill orally and be done with it, as opposed to seven days of injecting applications of messy creams up there.
9. Bad bacteria. I’ve had two nasty, disgusting bacterial vag infections in my life, and they both developed from the same hot tub. It was a nice, clean swinger hot tub in West County, and I’ve been in all kinds of hot tubs and lakes with no problem, and no one else who was in the tub had an issue, so it must’ve been a bad reaction with my personal chemistry. I smelled like rotting fish down there. Had to go to the doctor for medicine, good grief! Needless to say, I stopped hot tubbing with that couple, even though they were nice. I had gross associations with them, like when you eat a can of sauerkraut and then throw up afterward.
8. A really big dick. I’ve been with all sizes of dicks. I prefer average size – 5-7 inches when erect. I dated one guy for a while with an 8-inch-dick. It wasn’t ideal for me. Then one day, I slept with a man who had a 9-inch-dick – talk about a world of hurt! IT SUCKED. I wasn’t into it AT ALL. I grimaced my way through it and avoided him after that, which made me feel gross.