Showing posts with label yvette st. james. Show all posts
Showing posts with label yvette st. james. Show all posts

Friday, May 27, 2016

Wax on, whacks off

Re: @yvettestjames blowjob class: "I already knew HOW, but it's like knowing how to fight & then getting a chance to train with Mr. Miyagi."

Growing and blowing

Tonight I'm going to learn how to put a condom on a banana using my mouth. So... My Friday night is probably gonna be different than most. 

"How do you expect me to grow if you won't let me blow?"


Sunday, May 22, 2016

Gonna take it right into my danger zone...

Another fun and informative class at Kink Shoppe with Yvette St. James -- toys and apps and lubes, oh my! More classes to come! (Heh.)

Also, many thanks to the Kink staff for filling me in (tee hee) on the features of my next life investment...

 

Wednesday, April 20, 2016

No dick left behind

So weird, I was just thinking the other day that I should take some sort of class to improve my skill set and better myself, to bring more value into my life and, really, into the world.

So I guess this came (heh) into my life at exactly the right time. It's like the Serendipity of blowjob classes... It's Serendickity. (I'll stop now.)

Fellatio Fundamentals with Yvette St. James: 

Friday, April 8, 2016

Let's talk about sex.

I can't go to this class, but you should:   

"It's finally time to find out everything about sex you wish you'd been taught in school. It's never too late to learn how to make sex better, the ways our bodies function, STIs, birth control, and much more. Come ready with an open mind and lots of questions, and leave feeling confident with knowledge you can use."

Here's the instructor's Twitter. She's pretty badass, and also one of my favorite people.

And as long I'm pimpin', do you follow me? You totally should. I'm kind of adorable.  

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Walking around naked. Like ya do.

The other day, my amazing friend* ran a body confidence class at the sex shoppe (yep, shoppe). For "homework," she assigned us to go home and spend an hour naked, checking out our bodies, noting the good, disregarding the bad, and just getting comfortable seeing them.

So I just emailed her and said, "Just letting you know I'm walking around naked. Carry on."

Not gonna lie, I'm NOTICING the bad. ("Really? Those are my boobs? Huh...") But overall, I'm kind of adorable.

Also, the heat in my house is up to like 80 degrees because brrrrr.

Also, I may have strange friendships. But they're the best.

* FYI, the friend is the lovely and talented Yvette St. James, and you should follow her on Twitter and attend all her classes because they're super fun and informative.