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
“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.
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
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.
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
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
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 firstname.lastname@example.org 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.
This profile was compiled by Sophie Lam of Emporia Media
(formerly Display Media)
Erica still had adrenalin rushing through her. Even after five gin and tonics and now two vodka lime and sodas the thrill of a win on todays market still had her blood flowing. Monday night in Dukes Bar was may have been quiet, but to her it was pumping. She contemplated her previous wins as she reflected on her now ageing career. Starting as a college graduate on Wall Street she had experienced the Crash in 87, and quickly exited from stocks to bonds. But it was foreign exchange trading where she had made her now. Now with computers reducing the spreads available on foreign currency trading she was not having as many wins, but today was a good day.
She brushed passed two young guys in pin striped suits on her way to the Dukes Bar ladies room and recognised one. It was Tom Capstan she thought. A young forex trader from Goldman Sachs who she had met when he was but an in-turn on the floor of the trading room. She remembered he was now trading Australian and Asian currencies for Sachs over on Broadway. In the rest room she hitched up her skirt and lowered her knickers to stand while she peed. Her freshly shaved landing strip glistening above the flow of another round of drinks. Wiping her pink snatch clean and redressing she lined herself up the mirror. Straightening her hair, smiling, quickly applying another layer of lipstick before proceeding back out into Dukes.
Erica noticed Toms drinking buddy had left upon her return. She smiled at him as she ordered another drink. Tom smiled back, Tequila’s Erica, he said as if to give her a rise. She batted it straight back past the bowler replying only with a wry grin. At 48 she was too old for games and tonight she wanted to stay in the moment. $28,000 USD was a lot of money for her in a days trade , particularly given the bullshit going down between Trump and the Chinese. Hey Tommy, fancy a smoke? She asked, as she reached into her CK bag for her silver cigarette case andZippo lighter. Sure, came Toms reply, as all 6 foot 3 of him stood up to wave the blond hair from his brow and follow her out the back into the lane behind Dukes. With no doorman present and little lighting out back they had the comfort of taking their drinks with them for a smoke, a simple pleasure not often available to most urban dwellers in New York these days.
As Erica bent over ever so slightly to light his Benson and Hedges cigarette she noticed Tom catching a glimpse at her navy bra, as it met her ample breasts beneath her beige coloured shirt. She felt a sense of pride. She could still hold her own with the boys, she mused. At 6 foot herself she may have appeared somewhat intimidating to many, yet Tom was confident and smart. Good looking to boot. A handsome young buck straight from IV central who had more than one dalliance with the ladies about town. You like an old girls breasts Tommy, Erica said laughing, as she took her first drag on her newly lit smoke. You’ve still got it Erica, Tommy replied smiling, as he pushed in close to her, sliding his hand up the back of her skirt across her navy knickers into the cleft of her smooth tight butt. I do he said, whispering into Ericas ear as he foraged further up to feel the warmth of her wanton slit. Finger me Tommy, Erica spoke softly, hungry for the touch of his firm young hand.
Within seconds she could feel a gush of liquid from up within her stomach, slowly pushing southward to meet his youth, as he drove tow fingers higher, almost to his knuckles. She Removing them briefly she turned to face the wall, before reinserting it reinserting it back into her now dripping hole, stretching out her arms, bracing like a mole, who needed to fingered, to be fucked like a whore, as pleaded with Tommy, to finger her some more. Then casting his cigarette aside, and laying down his drink, Tommy brought his right hand around, her gently rub her clit. Within moments his fingers, high up in her cunt, moved in and out in time with the rubbing of her clit, as she let her juice flow forth before buckling to with a grunt. Fuck that feels good Tommy, she turned her head to moan, as she writhed in absolute pleasure riding his fingers home.
Erica could feel the night breeze make its way through her shirt, lifting her nipples to stand at attention as she turned to face her blond captor. She readjusted her skirt and took another swig on the Tequila. She then decided to turn Tommy back against the wall in the alley way before pressing close up into him, sliding her tongue into his gorgeous mouth. I need you Tommy she whispered, and I want you inside me she said, caressing his cheek with beautiful hair. And with that she lowered her head down into the darkness, unbuckling his belt and lowering his suit pants to expose his black boxers beneath. The pulling them aside she took his young cock into her lipstick covered lips, lowering her mouth tightly, toward the bottom of his shaft. As she moved back up toward the crest of his knob Erica could feel his hardness, strengthening inside her, as she gasped for breath in the cool of the night. She dove back now onto his warm meat, sucking and sucking at his ever lengthening pole, spitting out saliva along his smooth young shaft, before sucking even tighter loosening to her craft.Erica could feel his hands behind her, pulling at her hair, pushing her in closer, as he forced his rod in deep, loving the warmth of her mouth, brushing against her teeth. With seconds he exploded, splashing forth his load, releasing his warmth inside her, deeper and deeper in farther toward her throat, as his head flayed back in pleasure like a young kid on a boat.
Erica stood to face him, as she fingered at her lips, slowly licking his fresh cum, from on top her fingertips. Then lighting another cigarette, and catching the evening breeze, she felt like such a slut, a dirty middle aged sleaze. But Tommy drew her in, and kissed her on the cheek, caressing again her butt, as he slowly found his feet. You feel so warm he whispered, so soft and so serene. Let me walk you home he said smiling, before we make a scene.
The bath water ran
Between two weary legs
Earlier that day
They’d toiled amongst the dregs
Where gutters and vulchers
Had paraded in style
‘Twas their turn now
To sit for a while
From the maddening crowd
Within soft soapy water
Asleep yet aloud
Friday morning blew by
another week of work
ships passing in the night
verging on the beserk
weekends came then went
nothing much eased the pain
running on the treadmill
little or nothing to gain
for you and I were lovers
before it all began
what were we supposed to be working for?
I just don’t think I can
take us back to the beginning
to when you smiled with style
sitting on our porch
with time to think awhile
they told me I was confused
a materialistic man
I just wanted you to love me
but its Monday
I caught a glimpse of your outside face
yet in your stark office
we were cramped for space
you had your work face present
succinct and to the point
perhaps I’d see you around
at another place in town
I almost noticed a smile
appear upon your lips
or was it but my imagination
as you found your fingers tips
somewhere above your pen
at the corners upon the pink
I longed to be a pen
I needed to give you my ink
Finally I reached the bathroom
I was breathing heavily yet I knew no one was around
Kevin looking at me again sent me right off
I quickly pulled my skirt down to my knees
Forcing my panties lower I prised open my slit
rubbing myself I began to feel better
still frustrated and hot I continued toward my clit
before diving inside my wet hole with two fingers
fingering myself recklessly against the bathroom wall
wishing it was Kevin
giving me his all
clutching inside my handbag
to remove my black hairbrush
I slammed into the pink
coming with a gush
fucking myself in a fury
panting and moaning on heat
squirting over my knees
screaming for more brush
opening even further
howling like a whore
sweating inside my thighs
now laughing with delight
If only he’d just take me
take me home tonight
Two birds talked softly
from the corner of my room
a toad tuned in
to liven up the mood
I could hear a motorbike
drowning out their sound
before the birds reappeared
high above the ground
in trees that dripped with rain
and early morning dew
speaking of a new day
for my own self and for you
would it bring solitude
or another round of haze
from which we could only struggle
through the never ending maze
oh but to break free
to just say me and you
Oh but to fly up high
above the morning dew
high above the treetops
for you and me alike
high above the birds
and the distant motorbike
perhaps we could again be lovers
more than just distant friends
maybe we could speak to each other
rather than messages send
if only the day would start
with an opening from the maze
where you and I could escape
from this confusing commercial haze
I want to see you as I did
I need to feel your touch
I just need a little escape
to love you again so much
Beth pulled her mini dress up
to rest above her thighs
she searched beneath her now wet knickers
with her wanton anxious eyes
her clit was strong and hot
she sighed an eager moan
“what was that she whispered”
returning to the phone
“goodnight Beth” he repeated softly
“I love you very much’
“Me too” she replied
returning to her crutch
before pressing the end button in
to hang up from his voice
then closing her eyes to picture him
without a choice
Sliding her second hand lower
Beth pushed her index finger in
the warmth now burning inside her
in love with her smooth moist skin
her middle finger followed
as she continued to rub her ripe clit
moaning bucking then writhing
face down now to rest
her fingers finding their way north
to slowly caress her firm breast
The distant traffic sounds
lingered through her living room door
as evening lights appeared
to drown out a busy day
longing for her lover
thankful for her chance to play
wanting for his soft warm touch
to anchor back her way