I guess as a writer of erotic fiction I’m always hot and horny over one story or another. Whether its at “kiss and drop” picking up kids when I’m either having sex with someone or fantasizing about it, or at the gym giving oral to the gym instructor, something I’m writing is getting me wet between the legs. And speaking of gyms the older guys there tell me they’re masturbating more these days too, as their wives and partners aren’t interested in, as they say, “putting out” for them. “’Cause they’re either too tired, too stressed or just not that interested in sex on a regular basis,” they say.
But with porn becoming more female friendly in 2020 I was wondering if girls were “jilling off”enough? Or if there were reasons they were’nt. And if they were not “jilling off” often was it a good or a bad thing?
When we are young our hormones are racing. We are forever hiding in the bathroom playing with our pussies or laying in bed late at night fingering our wet little holes, fantasizing the boy we want to fuck at school or college. As we age masturbation can become more of a switch off tool, a stress relief or mechanism to rid ourselves of the angst of the day. It’s a time to escape work and enjoy some peace and quiet. Some me time when we can “jill off” in our own time, at our own leisure, or pleasure, as it were. But there is that secretive or sneaky element isn’t there? And what are we watching? Would our partners be offended by us watching the porn we are “jilling off too?” Does our lover actually want to know we are “jilling off’ to a girl being pounded mercilessly by a guy with a massive cock and the body of a Greek god? Who comes like a tsunami and fucks for 32 minutes every time!” It’s a dilemma isn’t it. Often when we were young we were fantasizing about what we didn’t know, hadn’t yet experienced or could not attain. Now as we age as females we are masturbating about fantasies we may or may not have experienced. Fantasies we may or may want to experience. Fantasies that take us away from our mundane “meat and three veg” life. At times when is or isn’t there. Be honest, we all feel like that at times. But is it such a bad thing?
I was talking with a girlfriend and she noted that as things get busy you need to plan your sex life.
“There just isn’t enough time in the week,“ she said.
“Kevin and I are like ships in the night”, she went on to say.
I came to the conclusion planning was a great idea, and that yes, I was “jilling off” too much. Yes I was having my standard “meat and three veg” vaginal sex during the week. But that rather than fantasizing about Mr Tsunami and “jilling off” to him I was going to make a bit more effort on the home front and spice up our sex life a tad. I wasn’t going to be one of those females the guys spoke of down at the gym. I didn’t myself feel guilty about “jilling off”, as I love being with my new partner and wouldn’t dream of straying in real life. But to be honest if the truth be known I selfishly didn’t fancy him “jacking off” to his own private “Miss or Mrs Tsunami”. So I put my thinking cap on and came up with the Sunday Banquet idea.
Our Sunday Banquet’s aren’t a feast, they’re more of a buffet spread. All you can eat in just over an hour. I take a shower, put on some sexy lingerie and lay in bed after breakfast and start to prepare my lover for what is about to come. Or should I say cum. BTW there’s no “jilling off” involved Lol. Its about extended fore and nipple play followed by him pleasuring me with his tongue, then fingers. It’s all about him getting inside my wet hole filling me up with his gorgeous (medium sized) cock. It’s about us taking time and me allowing him to slowly fuck me in my bum, which I know he loves. It’s about the finale, where I suck him off to round out the Sunday Banquet, with dessert (or so to speak). It’s not about secrets, its not sneaky, its not about fantasies. It’s about knowing what we both like, and enjoy. Its about mutual pleasure and mutual satisfaction.
“Sashawriteslikeawet dream and is strangely the epitome of a feminist writer taking bold ownership of her gender in her exploration of female sexuality. She is as smart as a whip!” Warwick Newnham 2016
Her quotes…
“The ability to engage the reader, to stir feelings deep within their being, is the ultimate goal of erotic fiction. When the reader takes the place of the characters in my story, I have succeeded”
― Sasha Holden,
Sasha Holden the feminist
Sasha Holden has become a reputed relationship writer and many of her articles, posts and answerS to questions on platforms such as Quora and Medium focus on female sexuality, assertiveness, direction and self confidence.
My stories Sarah, Jenifer, Kate, Liz, Maria, Jeesica and Sophie have strong female characters as their leads, writes Sasha. Yet each character has a sense of vulnerability and at times, a feeling of insecurity, clouding their everyday lives. Each beautiful both outside and from within, these female characters have a close connection to individuals with whom they share their lives, their most erotic thoughts and their intimate moments. Sasha Holden Flipboard Media
Sasha’s female leads exhibit both strength and vulnerability in their quest for contentment. “I am so much looking forward to this next chapter”, said Jessica Stanton. “This change has a good vibe written all over it. No more traffic lights, horns, late night ambulance sirens, last minute deadlines, shallow advertising executives and take out. I’m in search of peace, tranquility, and country”.
Jessica Stanton, in “Cowboy Up” by Sasha Holden
“As a mentor to female writers and authors online and off Sasha is a strong advocate for female rights and causes,” Sophie Lam Display Media.
Her reviews…
Sylvia Storm
5.0 out of 5 starsA sexual tale told artfully so, full of passion and beautiful words Sylvia Storm
5 May 2015 — Published on Amazon.com
An erotic tale told in poetic form. A beautiful and wonderful sensory experience, and it still keeps the heat going page after page. If you are into traditional narrative you may want to look elsewhere (but still read the preview, it is mind blowing); but for those with a love of passion, sex, and the art of words — this is a delectable treat to be savored. An amazing work full of kinky encounters and heightened sexual experiences. Strong recommend and an in-depth review over on my blog.
Sasha Holden the Author
Readfingers
Sasha Holden burst onto the literary scene in 2015. Her short stories quickly evoked passion within her fan base who related instantly to her unique brand of eroticism. The ability to engage the reader on both an emotional and physical level provided the key to her success. A renowned poet in her own right, Sasha released her first literary novel entitled “Sarah” Malcolm’s Prize on Amazon in mid-2015 to much critical acclaim within the erotic fiction industry. Like Sarah, her leading female characters more often than not lonely, yet longing to explore their innermost desires sexually. Her stories enter the most intimate corners of her characters’ minds, leaving no stone unturned in their quest for pleasure. The need for my eroticism to arouse readers on every level, as they turn the pages, is my ultimate goal as a writer. Sasha has a strong following in the UK and India, as well as her home base of US. She is now a published author with Moon and stars press, Readfingers and Sasha Holden Publications.
Takes you the reader through the seasons with their rustic countryside and unparalleled oceans back through the busy contemporary society in which we live.
Her body
As a fashion, lingerie and swimsuit model from 17–26 Sasha Holden became successful in Europa and the USA working for elite agencies. Her tall attractive figure and blonde complexion won her online catalogue and photographic work in addition to a host of runway shows worldwide
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Her feature writing
Sasha studied writing at University through her English major degree, in addition to marketing and communications.
She is a feature writer for several publications including New Love Time and Business Insider India.
Sasha Holden met fashion photographer Jack Strainey on location in Venice Italy in January 2003 (formerly of Incite Fashion Photography — UK) and the couple were engaged in March 2005. The couple called off the engagement in March 2006 citing pressures from Sasha’s entry into the world of erotic fiction writing.
‘I guess I was a bit young and naive at the time”, said Sasha later for an interview at FirstInPress.
“I perhaps should have kept my identity anonymous for the erotic writing brought with it a plethora of unwanted male attention from stalkers, to explicit mail, sexual phone calls from unknown third parties and even male visitors to our New York Apartment. It all became a bit too much for Jack. And to be honest I can’t blame him for pulling the pin. Since then I have endeavoured to keep my identity a secret to protect not only myself, but my partner(s),” Sasha said at the time.
Sasha is reportedly dating a leading New York male model of New York Model Management 9 years her junior. The couple live and reside in New York and frequently travel back to her native Australia over Christmas and New Year each year.
Sasha the script writer
In 2017 Sasha started writing scripts for the Adult film industry. Erotic stories for films such as “So Smooth” for www.frolicme.com have been well received and Sasha is keen to pursue script writing for porn sites, adult entertainment sites and performers.
Many of Sasha’s stories are now available online in audio. “My readers, fans and followers love being able to not just read but listen to my stories in the privacy of their own home and even with their partners,” she notes. “But I must admit to having a rather horny house wife from Arkansas State saying she loved every bit of “So Smooth” while hanging out the washing.I laughed when she said she had to put her panties back through the washer having just put them on moments before”, Sasha said.
Sasha’s erotic poetry speaks volumes of female lust, desire and sexual hunger. Famous poems including “Open a little wider’”, “Feeling sore”, “Inside my groove” and “Swimming” are seen as leading edge erotic poems with literally thousand of views online at her blog www.sashaholden1.wordpress.com
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Sasha Holden the business woman
Having studied marketing and communications in addition to English Honours at University Sasha Holden is well placed to write and promote artists, elite models, adult entertainment sites and businesses in general.
If you are looking for copy for your website, increased exposure for your business or promotions and marketing campaigns to attract more customers, email sashaholden1@yahoo.com today to see how she can assist you.
Sasha Holden hobbies and interests
Apart from sex and writing about it Sasha enjoys Italian food, reading Australian writers, playing tennis and surfing..She recently started playing golf, “I’m really enjoying being out on the course,” said Sasha.
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This profile was compiled by Sophie Lam of Emporia Media
(formerly Display Media)
The light was dim
I could feel the slightest breeze caressing my naked thighs
“Turn around babe”, Jake spoke softly
And with my knees straddled above his legs on the bed,
my butt now facing him
and the palms of my hands suspending me above him,
I began to lower my flesh upon him
drawing in his manhood
breathing in to embrace the initial thrust
that moment of penetration
when my body opened to clasp onto his gorgeousness
Within seconds I was writhing,
Grinding From side to side my body pushed Pulling at his length
Guiding him further inward, Releasing all my liquid
To lay juice upon him whole
Sliding over his hardness
Stretching open upon his pole
My nipples began to strengthen
Beneath ny weathered pink T
further down my landing strip
Glistening for but me to see
As my index finger and middle
Opened my hungry slit
I sensed he needed my fingers
To caress his tender sack
Then in a flurry I buckled
Sprang forth in a lustful release
Cumming and cumming furiously
Gushing from within my warmth
Until all the spasms and moaning
Lay flat upon his strength
My horny, tingling body
Released from hungry to spent
And within my lustful yearning
My want to please my man
I pushed my butt back further
Toward my lovers head
Then gently lowered my lips
To meet his throbbing love
Releasing my wet pink tongue
To lick him from above
Before taking him in slowly
Tightening around his shaft
Sucking and sucking harder
Until he anxiously rose
To force his cock in deeper
Deeper toward my throat
Filling me with pleasure
Drowning me in his need
To shoot his ecstasy forth
To cream my wanton mouth
To spurt his eager cum
To line my tongue in yum
I could feel his hands open my cunt
To gaze inside my pink
As he now leaned back in pleasure
Watching as I gasped to drink
But every last drop
Of his beatutiful tasty cum
Swallowing my lovers cream
From intimacy to dream
Then laying aside his chest
My lover
Strong and taut and keen
Built from hauling camera gear
On yet another modelling set scene
Wherein I now watched as a droplet of sweat dripped beneath my pink T
Down toward the crevice
for my Jack and I to see
As he touched the bead of sweat
Then looked into my eyes
“Hows my birthday girl?”
he whispered
Before affording me a smile
All the time igniting my flame
To throw me from silence into wet
To release my inner juices
Driving me further
into our night
If only it could last forever
One touch, two lips, one bite
I could have written poems all day
my green socks
basking in Saturday’s sunlight
the papers were read
my bed
unmade yet inviting
my attire
unkempt yet clean
oh for daylight
with nothing to do
oh for Saturdays
with their ignorance of time
Speaking of time
I can’t believe it I have to pick him up from the airport keys wallet shock horror I’m late but didn’t I just say it was Saturday
Birds sang out of step
occasioning a whistle
cattle foraged on forth
in touch with morning dew
a light breeze met tall trees
above his morning brew
as dogs howled in the distance
angling for their stew
The light soon met moving clouds
above the mountains beyond
before blue sky appeared
the night now all but gone
just as the papers pages
began to turn one on one
two small feet appeared
beneath his smiling son
Then as the sun shone forth
she suddenly glanced his way
reminding of the warmth
that greeted him each day
a weakness within his heart
echoed through to his spine
loving her so much
as fingers intertwine
The muscle disappeared
my face gaunt
unshaven
aged
against weathered fence posts
aching for youth
instead finding ant beds
rust
broken wire and splintered ends
I just lay flat
not remembering the past
it all seemed too far away
tired
broken
unable to mend
the end
you drifted out
then came back again
the same old smile
the same old friend
children now
aligned at the hip
husband too
a clever fit
but for you
as time sets in
are you now happy
and peaceful within
or do you still struggle
for what might have been
had the line been cast further
had the grass turned green
the heat burned your thongs
in the distance once again
watering afar
searching for your bent
or were you merely wandering
till evening fell once more
when you could finally escape
the mundane day to day
dreaming of a paradise
that never came your way
The window in the front room
spanning over acres of light
encompassing years of family
impaired only by a rather obtuse chip
Nan said the chip was the result of a rifle shot
Uncle Murray put it down to the mower’s stone
Outside galahs passed gently overhead
the farmers moved onward’s
over their crops of green
sprayers gave thirst to newborn plants
whilst over the river the township lay still
The church towering over the houses affront
the chairs inside they sang of tradition
of rich rural land filled with hard working souls
the piano played softly caressing the day
An easy southerly breeze overflowed the stockman’s seat
where sat the veranda
the old man and his dog
boots so proud they stood up on their own
bookshelves
music boxes
paintings of yesteryear
Freshly cut lawns
drew in the meandering trees
all the time above
kept cool by the fans
summer wouldn’t be summer
without Christmas at Nans
The photos leaned awkwardly
unable to stand up straight
her shower fell in gusts
distant toward the night
where flying foxes confused
the autumn evening chill
they needed to move north now
far from his lonely hill
The children sat eating quietly
attempting to read their books
as planes flew south
gently overhead
he could feel his body itching
anxious to get away
as she drew the shower curtain back
maybe now he’d stay
Her hair was washed and easy
sheltering her grin
flung open at uncertain intervals
dancing upon her skin
yet out within his night
the stars did swathe and sway
tempting him to enter
asking him to play
Should he move with the wind?
Or walk on back inside?
Meet the night time traffic?
Or forever lay still
and subside? I think I’ll walk away
He said now to himself
the night time sky looks beautiful
I’ll keep it to myself
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