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Savvy Sex Questions with Dr. Jenni:

Dear Dr. Jenni,

The Christmas season always makes me feel so lonely. I'm a 35 year-old, single woman and decently happy that way. I'm not interested in having kids, and when I try to date men, it's so hit or miss. Casual sex only scratches the itch, so finding a hook-up buddy almost perpetrates my loneliness. Thoughts on how to make the seasons a little more tolerable?

-- Solo-Riding Gal

Dear Solo-Riding Gal,

Thank you for your truth and your question. Your struggle is so common for so many of us. I have a few thoughts and ideas. One, you mention that you are "decently" happy being single. Yet, I'm hearing contradictions about feeling lonely and wanting more than a meaningless hook-up that scratches the itch.

Sometimes when we fear rejection, we avoid fully putting ourselves out there. Putting ourselves only "half" out there, like we might do on a hook-up app, feels safer and less vulnerable. Taking a risk to find a deeply, meaningful relationship may be just what you need. You may face some rejection on this path, but ultimately you control your destiny.

My first suggestion is to see if you can avoid social media and take the time to journal instead. You may find some inner parts of yourself that need to be explored without comparing yourself to what other people are doing.

Then, make a list of what you'd like in a partner. This way you are intentional about what you'd like to attract.

After that, find some face-to-face events, perhaps on your local Meetup website, or maybe in the events section of your local paper. Then get out there and start talking to people with real-time eye contact. You might find that even if you don't meet your forever partner this season, making eye contact in person, versus a screen, may combat your feelings of loneliness.

Lastly, don't forget to blow off steam and stress with a self-pleasure practice. There is some truth to, "if you don't use it, you lose it." It's important to be in close relationship with yourself in many ways, including sexually. This will also help you enormously when you are with a partner and sharing how your like to be pleasured.

Best of luck!

--Dr. Jenni

Jenni Skyler, PhD, LMFT, CST
The Intimacy Institute
Sex and Relationship Therapy
www.TheIntimacyInstitute.org
(720) 331-3354

Jenni Skyler, PhD, LMFT, CST is an AASECT certified sex therapist, sexologist, and licensed marriage and family therapist. Dr. Jenni originally pursued a career in sex therapy so to advance her mission for giving all people permission for pleasure by promoting sexual health and healing.

Dr. Jenni lives in Boulder, Colorado where she founded The Intimacy Institute for Sex & Relationship Therapy. She co-directs the clinic with her husband Daniel, also a sex therapist. Before moving to Boulder, Dr. Jenni served as a sexual health scholar at the Center of Excellence for Sexual Health (CESH) under the leadership of 16th U.S. Surgeon General.

When not working, you can find Dr. Jenni spending time with husband, their two young sons, and their backyard chickens. Dr. Jenni is passionate about all the World Health Organization (WHO) pillars of health, and therefore maintains a strong self-care practice that includes Crossfit, swimming, and slow walks in nature.

Too Easy Rider (continued)

I sighed as I pulled my Harley into the garage. I wasn't just tired, I was exhausted. Being a bike mechanic had always been my dream job, but right now, I just wanted to grab a beer and head out to the back porch to watch the sunset. Before I could even pop one open, my phone rang. It was Ronnie from the local garage.

"We just got a call to pick up a bike. Want us to bring it on over to your place?" he asked.

"Sure, bring it on over. But make sure the owner understands that I've closed shop for the weekend," I said.

"Yah, already told 'em. The rider insists that it's got to be fixed now. Out-of-towner in a hurry," he chuckled.

"Ugh, OK, I'll take a quick look," I sighed. Guess that beer's gonna wait…

"Here it is," Ronnie said as he pushed the Harley onto the lift.

"Nice scoot," I said. It was a 2012 CVO Softail Convertible, with a custom paint job. Teal. "Did you tell the owner that I'd take a quick look but no promises?"

"Yes, he told me," the rider said.

She stood 5'10". Her gorgeous body was clad in riding leathers. Her breasts looked big and firm as they strained against her white tank top. She had a thick blonde braid hanging down her back, almost to her ass. When I focused on her face, I saw wide-set blue eyes and a mouth that would be welcomed to suck my cock anytime.

At the moment though, this vision in leather was scowling at me.

"I'm closed for the weekend, but I'll take a quick look," I said. I could hear Ronnie snickering in the background. No wonder he'd been laughing his ass off on the phone. It was going to be tough trying to concentrate on her bike instead of on her.

"It just died on me," she said.

"You kids have fun, I'm outta here." Ronnie was still chuckling as he left.

I worked quietly for a while before I found the problem.

"Here it is," I said. "It's your starter. I've got a kit here to fix 'er up. It'll take about 3 hours."

"Great! I really do appreciate you taking the time to do it now," she sighed with relief.

"Do you have anywhere I could freshen up while you're working on my machine?"

"The house is open, go make yourself at home. If you want, there's a pond out back to swim in," I said.

"Sounds like just what I need," she sighed.

"Towels are in the bathroom and the beer's in the fridge," I grinned.

I worked quickly without her there as a distraction. It took me only two hours. I cranked 'er up and rode it around the block. As I pulled back into the driveway, I saw Cat standing at the door of the shop. I felt my dick begin to harden. Her hair was loose and damp. She had one of my big towels wrapped around her and she was watching me.

"Thought you could use one of these," she handed me a cold beer as I walked up.

"Thanks. That sure is a sweet bike," I said admiringly. "The problem's all fixed. I'll go figure out the bill."

"Is it a lot?" she asked.

"I guess that kinda depends on what you'd call a lot," I joked. "The total comes to $260.00 plus tax."

She didn't say anything for a moment, just kept staring at me kind of puzzled like.

"I'm afraid we've got a problem, Bobby," she said softly. "I've only got about $80 on me and I'm going to need that on the road."

I was furious. This bitch had interrupted my weekend, accepted my hospitality and she wasn't going to pay me for helping her out?

"I can accept an out-of-town check or a credit card," I said coldly.

She shook her head and said, "Sorry, I don't have those either. What are you doing?"

"I'm taking the starter kit back off. Did you really think I'd let you get away without paying?" I asked.

I couldn't say anything at first. Big tanned titties, rounded hips, long legs, and a blonde bush that was still slightly damp. My rod was so hard that I thought it would bust on out of my jeans.

"OK?" she asked.

"Definitely OK," I said hoarsely, clearing my throat.

She knelt in front of me, resting on her heels. She undid my jeans, and my cock sprang free. I groaned as she lightly flicked her tongue at the head of my dick. Then, she began licking it in broad, sweeping strokes, from base to tip. She teased it that way for a few minutes before moving on to my balls. She licked, then sucked each one into her mouth.

Finally she took my cock into her mouth. Just a little bit at first, still teasing. She was watching my face as she took my meat all the way in, slowly. I groaned. Her eyes smiled as she got down to the business of sucking me off in earnest. Her hair floated as she bobbed her head on my penis in long, deep strokes. She positioned my hands on either side of her firm tits and nestled my dick in between them. I held them tight against my shaft as she bounced up and down on her heels.

She smiled up at me and said, "Well, I think that about makes us even."

"Technically, you're right. We're even, but we're not through," I said.

I pulled her up off of the floor. My hands travelled down to those big, jiggling jugs and I fondled them lovingly. I bent to suck one, then the other of her erect, pink nipples into my mouth. Now it was her turn to groan.

I stopped and led her over to her bike. "Bend over it," I said. She positioned herself on the bike. The effect was perfect. It raised her sweet ass up high and displayed her pretty pussy to my gaze. I started to lap at the juices from her cunt. She moaned as I used my tongue to lick and tease her stiff pink clit. I worked my index finger into her tight little ass as I continued to probe her snatch with my mouth. When she didn't object, I continued my exploration of her rear passage. With one last lick, I stood up and sank my cock into her creamy slit. After a few pumps, I pulled out and nudged the head up against her ass.

"Come on baby. Do it. Fuck my ass," she cried out as she reached behind her to spread her cheeks invitingly. The feel of her tight little pucker as it closed around my prick was warm, tight and velvety.

I watched my hard cock slide in and out of that perfect ass and felt her spasm before I heard her screaming out her climax. I wasn't far behind her, and heard my own voice howl in pleasure.

She made a beeline for the house.

I smiled and collected my clothes and her purse from the table as I headed for the door. There was over $600 cash in it, along with 4 or 5 credit cards.

I started laughing so hard, I thought I'd bust a gut. This girl had set me up! Was I complaining?

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