SPIN THE BOTTLE - THE CONCLUSION
Written by Miss Bliss on July 11, 2008 – 3:36 pm -This is the final part of a three-part Friday Night Bedtime Story. If you missed part one, CLICK HERE, and if you missed part two, CLICK HERE to catch up. XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
“I think these are straight gin,” giggles Carina, handing you and George tall glasses full of ice and clear liquid. “I made the mistake of pouring the gin first and I’m so drunk… Let’s just say, it left little space for tonic.”
She leaves to collect her drink from the kitchen as you and George linger on Carina’s bed, sipping your drinks. If they are straight gin, you are too drunk to notice. George’s red painted toes tap your leg and you look at her. “I like her,” she says referring to Carina.
“I can tell,” you say with a laugh. A part of your heart hurts when she says this. If you left the room, would she tell Carina how much she liked you?
“I’m excited for Spin and Rape,” George says with her wicked smile. The three of you have been playing Spin the Bottle all night, with each round becoming more and more intimate. Already having lost your shirts in Spin or Strip, you catch yourself glancing at George’s pink bra and her lovely cleavage.
“I don’t know how bi Carina is,” you say in a low voice, knowing she could reappear at any moment.
“That girl is bi,” says George, her toes still massaging your leg up and down. “She loved kissing both of us at the same time. And, she’s obviously totally into you.”
“She is,” you ask, and a bolt of nervous energy jumps from your stomach. “What did she say to you?”
George raises an eyebrow. “You really like her.”
“I like lots of girls, including you.”
“I like you, too, honey,” George says with a sweet voice you rarely hear her use.
“I’m back,” Carina says with drunken enthusiasm as she crawls back onto the bed. “So are we starting round three or what?”
“I don’t know,” says George, turning to lie on her back. “Are you sure you are ready for Round Three? It’s not for the faint of heart.”
Carina picks up the bottle. “Who’s spinning first?”
“Me,” George says. Pretending to spin the bottle, she never lets it go from her grasp, and obviously, plants it in front of Carina. “I guess I get to dare Carina on this first spin.”
“That’s not fair,” Carina says with a laugh. “You didn’t really spin!” George just shrugs and smiles. You nervously wonder what George has up her sleeve.
“Both of you have made me incredibly turned on, I must admit. So I think it’s only fair that you, fair Carina, relieve me of this intense sexual frustration.”
“What do you mean,” she asks.
“I think,” you say slowly, “she wants you to make her come,” George nods and plays coy while Carina looks at you nervously. You decide to call George’s bluff and see if you couldn’t just shock her a bit. “It’s not fair to put that kind of pressure on sweet Carina, George. She’s never been with a girl before.”
“She said she wanted to play.”
“I did. I do! Just let me finish this drink,” says Carina, and you can’t believe it. George has turned another straight girl without even raising a finger. How does she have this power?
“Wait. I have an idea,” you say, concerned that this dare may just leave you left out. “Since both of us created this monster of sexual tension that is driving you so crazy, we should both relieve you. Besides, it’s more fun to please a girl with a friend helping. Come here, Carina.” She comes up to you kneeling on the bed. You kiss her long and gently. Her small lips kiss you back with such desire and yearning that you feel in love.
“That was nice,” Carina whispers.
Feeling in control again, you quietly say to George, “It’s time for those jeans to come off.”
Carina is gulping her gin down as George slowly gets up off the bed and turns her back to the two of you. Swinging her hips back and forth, she strips again for you, slowly unzipping her pants, slowly exposing her round, bare ass. George isn’t wearing underwear and you can’t say you are surprised. She turns in only a bra and climbs back into bed.
“Hand me that pillow,” you instruct Carina and she does. You place the pillow under George’s hips to lift her up so the two of you can please her together. “Put your drink down,” and Carina does. “Come here,” and she joins you at George’s hips.
You spread George’s legs and the two of you crawl in the space between them. Carina is on the left and you are on the right. Placing your left arm around Carina’s back, you draw her close to you and your faces closer to George’s sex. With your right hand, you spread George open and expose her pink, wet folds. To encourage Carina, you lean down and start to lick and tug at George’s clit. Slowly, you let your tongue explore lower and lower parts of George’s sex until you find her opening. Darting your tongue in and out of her, George begins to moan. Carina lowers her head to meet you. Her tongue licks George’s labia so lightly, you wonder if she is afraid to break her. Girls have been so roughly treated by some men that they tend to be too soft when they first touch a girl. Or too shy.
As Carina licks, you move up to her face and kiss her. She kisses you back and you taste George’s sweetness on her lips. The kiss is sweet and delectable, and the two go back to focusing on George’s pleasure with more enthusiasm and ardor. George responds with loader moans and her hips begin to rock up and down, begging for more pressure, more movement, move of both of your tongues and lips. Her response thrills Carina and she moves to trade places with you. Taking her clit again in your mouth, you feel how enlarged it has become since you and Carina started teasing her. In and out you suck her as she pants, gasps and moans.
You can’t see what Carina is doing but you do notice when she licks her finger and inserts it into George’s tight opening. Licking her clit while her finger penetrates her, George breaths, “That’s it. Oh, that’s just what I want. Please don’t stop. Please.”
Soon, you hear the squishy noises of a wet and excited pussy. Carina, surprisingly, is getting George close to orgasm and you still can’t quite believe you are here with her, making a third girl come.
“Yes,” George says, “Keep doing that.”
She is so close you decide to place two fingers on her clit and start rubbing rapidly as Carina penetrates her faster and faster with her fingers. The squishy sounds grow louder and louder and you imagine the soft walls Carina is feeling, opening, and expanding. The magic of a pussy close to orgasm is a high that can make any girl an addict. You wonder if Carina is hooked.
In that moment, George explodes into a long, throbbing, shaking climax. Both of your hands try to keep the pressure on and in her as the fireworks explode within her slim body. Slowly, George finds your hands with hers and makes you both stop so she can enjoy the waves of her climax.
Turning to Carina, you kiss her deeply with your tongue and she drinks you in. “Dare me to make you come,” you whisper into her ear.
“Shouldn’t I spin the bottle first,” she says with a giggle.
Pushing her back down on the bed next to George, you don’t give her time to spin again and she doesn’t mind one bit.
XOXOXXOOXXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISS WARRIOR:
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CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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She Danced Into My Fairytale - Part Two - A Baby Bi-Girl Shares Her First Time
Written by Jungle Jane on July 8, 2008 – 9:45 am -Dearest Readers, Jungle Jane returns with Part Two of her first bisexual experience, She Danced Into My Fairytale. Missed Part One? CLICK HERE to catch up. XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
I woke up leisurely, made a breakfast, and got some work done. I took a long hot shower later in the day. I shampooed twice, used a little extra conditioner, shaved those sexy legs and delicate underarms and sensitive bikini line. I soaped up my body with my olive soap bar, rinsed, and dried. I combed my long hair out straight and tied up a couple strands to keep it out of my face. I lotioned up my body and painted my toes bright pink. I slipped on my skirt and a shirt that matched, but just didn’t quite feel like the right shirt. None of the other shirts seemed any better, so I settled. You know how clothes can be sometimes.
I got to the party a little early. The ballerina was there. Danya showed up with a little number she got at Savers for one of us. It was an evocative blue lingerie top with a fancy fitting zip back and classy sequence lining the seams. She grabbed the ballerina and me by the hand and led us into her office space to try it on and model it for her.
I was not wearing any panties under my skirt and Miss D. yanked my skirt right off my tiny hips! “Try it on, baby!,” she said in a vodka tone of voice with fierce excitement for this top that she just knew would fit us perfectly. The ballerina and I have the same body shape . The shy coldness of the air on my bare ass quickly melted away with warmth as I threw my boring shirt onto the floor. I slipped into the top and the ballerina zipped up the back and admired me from behind while Danya checked me out in the front. This top barely hid my yoni and only half of my ass. Feeling fully exposed, I was a little nervous to look in the mirror. I took a deep breath and turned to check myself out with two adoring women by my side that made me feel like a goddess.
“My turn,” the ballerina said and spun her clothes off in the most gracious of ballerina ways. Her smile is bright white and ear to ear. Her eyes are brown like her curly hair and her skin is golden. I helped her slip into the top and zipped it up making sure to feel her softness. She spins for us. She pirouettes, points her toes, arches and bends and laughs.
She made me feel drunk.
I picked up her silk sarong and had to try on its softness. She saw me and said, “Yes,” and grabbed my skirt and put it on. The skirt was perfect on her. She loved how it felt as on her as much as I enjoyed her silk on me. She grabbed a gold, shimmery piece of fabric and tied it around her chest with a bow over the shoulder. Stunning. She was a model. I put her top on me and we traded clothes for the night. I was now covered in her smell
and the party just started. We flashed smiles at each other from across the room all night. Made sure to touch each other each time we passed while mingling. Finally, when it was proper to get comfortable and listen to the music we took our seats next to each other.
Her fire burned next to mine while we sat next to the flaming bon fire. Encircled by gardenia bushes wrapped in Passion Fruit, the smell in the air was intoxicating. The music played. Our breathing was tantric and our bodies magnets. The energy flowed out of my mouth and into hers. Out of hers and into mine. The circulation stirred the nerves around my navel and began to swirl in my belly. We leaned on each other. Our fingers danced on each other’s skin. We whispered sweet sounds into our ears and necks. I kissed her shoulder. She kissed my cheek. I squeezed her leg. She squeezed my foot. She moaned. This girl is made of nerve endings. She knows how to moan. She looks at me in amazement. She has a charge coming off of her. I thought I felt her body orgasm or something to the equivalent as my body did the same. If there is such a thing as being on the same wavelength, we were.
When the party was ending I asked her to walk me to the drive. I wanted to say goodbye in private. We held hands on our short walk and hugged with our faces buried in our necks. I pull back to see that her top had come down. What can I say, it was loose fitting. Her breasts are perfect.
I had to kiss one of them. I didn’t have to nibble, I suppose, but I did.
Then I kissed her cheek one more time and floated home in her clothes.
TO BE CONTINUED…
XOXOXOX
JUNGLE JANE
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UPCOMING EVENTS FOR BI-GIRLS IN ALBUQUERQUE, NEW YORK, TORONTO & SAN DIEGO
Written by Miss Bliss on July 4, 2008 – 10:10 am -
ALBUQUERQUE:
TOMORROW, Saturday July 5 - Celebrate your bi-independence!
(1) Bi-Freedom Day beginning with a Bliss Brunch 12 noon Flying Star on Silver ave downtown.
(2) Dancing at Exhale Bar & Grill 10 pm
6132 4th St NW / Los Ranchos de Albuquerque / (505) 342-0049
Visit http://www.myspace.com/lacivia for more information.
NEW YORK:
Sunday July 6, 2pm - Central Park Picnic
Bi Women Of All Colors is having a picnic on Sunday and are already taking RSVP’s. The raindate is Sunday July 13, just in case.
Relax in Central Park on a Sunday afternoon with your bi & bi-friendly sisters. Bring food, drinks, musical instruments, poems, sunblock, beach blanket. Last year was a blast, let’s do it again!
Date/Time: Sunday July 6, 2pm (Raindate Sun July 13)
Location: Central Park on grass across road from Boathouse Express Café.
Enter Park: 72 St & 5th Ave
Admission: Free, just bring or buy your own food or food to share. Picnic food & drinks can be purchased at Boathouse Express Café: http://www.thecentralparkboathouse.com/sections/food/menu-quick.htmDirections from East Side: Take 6 train to 68 St. Enter park at 72nd St & 5th Ave, make a R, walk left around the sailboat pond (official name: Conservatory Water), pass the Hans Christian Anderson statue, take path up towards Boathouse Café. We will be on grass before you cross the road to the café, several yards back from the road, under shade trees if it’s hot.
Directions from West Side: Take C train to 72 St. Walk E. across park to Boathouse Café. (Unless you know the way and the forks in the road, we advise starting from 72nd & 5th Ave.)
TO RSVP, PLEASE VISIT BI WOMEN OF ALL COLORS ON YAHOO GROUPS AT : http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BiWomenofAllColors/
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Sunday July 20, 6:30pm Grape Arbor Italian Dinner
Hey Ladies, want to hang out with a cool bunch of bi women of all colors, ages and diversities? Join us for a delicious Italian dinner in a lovely backyard garden with grape arbor and make new friends!
LOCATION: Backyard garden at Bello Giardino
ADDRESS: 71 W. 71 St, corner Columbus Ave
ADMISSION: Free, just buy your own dinner.
SUBWAYS: C or 1, 2, 3 to 72 St.
TO RSVP, PLEASE VISIT BI WOMEN OF ALL COLORS ON YAHOO GROUPS AT : http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BiWomenofAllColors/
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SAN DIEGO:
Saturday, July 19th at 8:00pm - PRIDE GIRL DANCE AT THE ABBEY
Location:
The Abbey
2825 Fifth Ave
San Diego, CA 92103….an incredible atmosphere, wall to wall women, VIP service and top-notch entertainment, plus celebrity appearances, including Danielle Egnew. Entertainment includes tight mixes on the turntables, and of course MILK is best known for is the sexy Lipstik Inc. dancers. These girls are the hottest go-go dancers on the West Coast. Be sure to bring plenty of ones for their seductive bar show every half hour. There will be a surprise midnight show. Celebrity appearances to be dropped at thelavenderlens.com on Tuesday before Pride.
For more info and to RSVP visit The San Diego Bisexual Women’s Group at http://lgbtfriends.meetup.com/200/
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Saturday, July 26th at 12 noon - BLISS WARRIOR RETURNS TO BRUNCH WITH THE SD BI WOMEN
- Location : Hash House a Go Go
3628 5th Ave
San Diego, CA 92103
(619) 298-4646- An inclusive, diverse and fun group where bi women can meet, socialize and network with other bi women in San Diego County and beyond. We’ve organized several brunches, a happy hour, and art events, and have more events in the works. You can attend an event on our calendar or organize your own event. When you request to join the group ladies, please include a photo of yourself (or yourself and your partner) or your request will be denied–this is the only mandatory requirement for membership. Also, please note that a bi girl’s male partner cannot join independently–the bi girl must join on behalf of the couple and her photo or a photo of the couple must be posted in the member profile. Please join us for conversation, friendship and fun!
- For more information and to RSVP, visit The San Diego Bisexual Women’s Group at http://lgbtfriends.meetup.com/200/
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TORONTO:
Saturday, August 2, 12 noon: Back Alley Sexy Book Swap and Lunch!
Toronto Bi-Girls are invited to meet in a back alley restaurant for lunch.
Bring your favorite sexy books to share and swap!
Please RSVP to Waterlily on Hotel Bliss for what promises to be a scintillating experience or e-mail me at bliss@blisswarrior.com for more information…
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SPIN THE BOTTLE - PART TWO
Written by Miss Bliss on June 20, 2008 – 11:08 am -Did you miss Spin The Bottle - Part One? CLICK HERE to catch up.
ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY TO HELP YOU SLEEP MORE SOUNDLY
“I think we need a change of location for Round Two,” says George, stirring her drink.
“I’m not going down five flights drunk,” says Carina, referring to the steep stairs of her six-floor walk-up brownstone. “I will most definitely break a leg or an ankle, and then how would I dance?” She winks at you with a playfulness you have never seen before. You had no idea that she was so much fun drunk and remind yourself to skip the beer and to go straight to the hard stuff the next time you hang out.
“Oh, we are not leaving the apartment,” says George with a deep laugh, “Those stairs are hard enough sober. I was thinking that we move the game into your bedroom.” Carina’s eyes widen and a small spark of terror flickers behind her painted lashes.
“I like it in here,” you say, aware of Carina’s fear. “We don’t have to walk far to get another drink.”
“Let’s bring the gin into the bedroom. Come on, you two,” George shakes her blonde hair with dismay. “Just for round two. What, are you scared I’ll rape you both?”
The idea of tiny George raping anyone is a hysterical concept and both of you laugh. Carina says, “Alright, then. To the bedroom. But, remember, ladies, no raping!”
A part of you wonders what George is trying to stir up by moving your little party into the bedroom. But as you follow the two of them down the hall and into Carina’s bedroom, that throb begins to thump slightly between your legs, and you are quietly grateful for George’s brazen nature. If it were just you and Carina drinking in her living room, the only thing that would happen is more talk about broken hearts and new potential boyfriends. With George involved, maybe, just maybe, the night will end with more than a few deep kisses and drunken laughter.
You only hope they don’t forget about you.
Carina’s bed fills the tiny bedroom, so the three of you climb onto her bed and sit in a circle. Part of your drink spills onto her comforter, but no one notices. Thank goodness you are drinking gin and not red wine.
“Round two,” says George, placing the empty wine bottle in the center of the circle. “I say this time we do Dare or Strip.”
“You mean, if we don’t take the dare we have to take off our clothes,” Carina looks horrified. The first day you and she talked after English Lit. class, you knew right away she had no sense of her own beauty. Her big blue eyes, freckled skin and light strawberry hair entranced you. As innocent and pure as the midwestern town she was born in. Even though her body is long and lean, she thinks she is ugly and fat. You wonder if there is any way you can show her the girl you see.
“No one has to strip,” says George in her teasing way, “just do the dare and all of your clothes stay on.” George is the exact opposite of Carina. Given the opportunity, she’ll walk around you naked and proud of her firm perky breasts and tight stomach. No wonder so many girls can’t stand her.
“Carina,” you say, sensing her nervousness, “why don’t you spin first?”
She smiles at you, delighted the bottle won’t be landing on her, well, at list for this first spin. She goes to spin the bottle, but the friction of the bed keeps it from moving. She tries again, and again, the bottle doesn’t spin. “What do I do now,” she laughs.
“Dare me,” you say.
“Dare both of us,” says George. “If the bottle can’t spin, we both are winners by default.”
“Fine, dare both of us,” you say and roll your eyes. For a second, you wish George would leave.
“Hmmm….” Carina takes a minute to think. “Can I do a strip dare? Or is that cheating?”
“I thought you didn’t want to strip,” you say, suddenly shocked that your clothes may be coming off first.
“I don’t! But I don’t mind you two stripping.” She giggles and you wonder if you know Carina at all. She never seemed like the kind of girl who would want to get other chicks naked. But maybe George is right. Maybe all girls are bisexual; some just don’t know it yet.
“So what’s the dare,” asks George.
“I dare you to take off each other’s shirts, slowly, like you are professional strippers doing it for me, your client.”
“Carina,” George says with her wicked smile, “I like the way your brain operates.” She turns to you and gestures with her finger for you to come closer. The two of you kneel in front of one another and try not to laugh. George starts rocking like there is music playing, and you follow suit, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Looking at Carina, George begins to play with the hemline of your tank, gently lifting it over your belly button. She kisses your belly and winks at Carina; George always loves being the star of the show. Gently, she pulls your tank over your head revealing a simple black bra studded with little rhinestones on the straps. You are grateful you wore a bra that you know looks good but you are still nervous to look at Carina. You aren’t the type of friends who dress and undress around each other, so you suddenly feel shy.
“Doesn’t she have the most gorgeous breasts,” asks George and Carina nods.
“Gorgeous,” she says with such feeling in her voice, a part of you melts. The game is becoming fun again.
You now turn to George and courageously kiss her on the lips. A part of you is tired of her being in control. Unlike her method, you are rough and pull off her wife-beater quickly, hungrily, powerfully. Her pink bra supports her full breasts and although you have seen her naked plenty of times before, something about the night makes it seem like this is the first time you have seen her.
“I want to dare Carina,” you say.
“Dare me,” she says and you look at her eyes and see she is ready for anything.
You pick up her hand and she squeezes yours. “I want you to kiss one of George’s breasts while I kiss the other.”
“You can’t dare yourself,” objects George.
“Sure she can,” says Carina, before she downs a large gulp from her drink.
The two of you come up to George who is still kneeling. You are on her left and Carina is on her right and the two of your face each other. Slowly, you pull down one bra cup to expose George’s hard nipple. Carina follows suit and does the same. You lightly lick the tip of her nipple, and Carina licks the other. You lick again, Carina licks once more. This game, you like. You begin sucking her in and out of your lips while keeping your eyes on Carina who is doing the same. George begins to moan and you know she is getting wet. The throb between your legs is becoming more demanding, aching to be released, but you are still cautious. A part of you knows Carina could bolt at any second if the two of you don’t handle the situation correctly.
Releasing George’s nipple, you say to Carina, “Kiss me.” She moves to you and kisses you deeply. Her mouth is open and her tongue is in your mouth. You use your left hand to squeeze George’s nipple and she moans once more. Still kissing Carina, you lift her up so she’s kneeling just like George and you invite George into the kiss. For the first time, the three of you share a kiss. Carina’s lips are on one side of your mouth, George’s on the other. Your tongues dart from mouth to mouth, all three of you actively caught in a deep three-way kiss. George’s hand finds your nipple and exposes it, squeezing and twisting it roughly. George uses her other hand to find Carina’s and places it on your other nipple - so both girls are tormenting your breasts as you taste both of their lips.
The hunger for both of them is reaching a breaking point. You desire to taste the sweetness between both of their legs but worry that might be going to far. “Stop,” you whisper, “if you girls keep this up, I may not be able to keep my promise.”
“What promise,” George says in a breathy voice, between kisses and licks.
“I might not be able to resist raping you both.”
Carina laughs. “So is that round three? Truth or rape?”
George smiles. “Where’s the bottle? I think it’s time to spin again.”
TO BE CONTINUED….
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISS WARRIOR
FOLLOW MY RULES PART ONE AND PART TWO
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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FROM TOMBOYS TO FAB FEMME GIRLS - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 1
Written by Miss Bliss on June 9, 2008 – 10:20 am -“Growing up, I always felt more comfortable with the boys. I guess it’s no surprise I ended up being the only girl working with the tech guys in IT. They were so surprised I never said, ‘I can’t lift that - I’m a girl.’ I would just lift the box or the couch or whatever - do all the work the guys did - while still being the gorgeous girl you see here.” The lovely girl with a ponytail of long dark hair floating down her back smiles. She obviously knows the power many bi-girls have discovered: it is even easier to run with the boys when you are a confident, femme, brilliant girl who loves being a woman as much as she loves being equal to the men.
Seven women have come together for brunch on a bright, hot day in Toronto, Canada. A lovely girl named Harper, with short cropped ringlets and porcelain skin, has helped me organize the first International Bliss Brunch, and seven bi and bi-friendly women have come together for friendship, community and fun flirtation. “I definitely was a tomboy growing up. I always wanted to play with the boys and only had 1 or 2 really good girlfriends.”
“As I have gone around the US meeting bi-girls for brunch,” I say, “it’s been fascinating to see how many bi-women were tomboys growing up and felt that when they came into their bisexuality they also learned to enjoy being feminine for the first time.”
“I definitely was a tomboy growing up,” says a luminous auburn haired girl with blunt bangs that highlight her almond shaped eyes. “I mostly had guy friends growing up. But I may still be a tomboy. You’re lucky I put on mascara! That’s a lot of effort for me.”
“Oh my gosh,” says the fetching blonde next to me, decked out in an animal print dress trimmed with black lace, “I was such a tomboy! Always out playing sports with the boys. Then I went through a granola stage where I never shaved or anything. Can you imagine?” And it is hard to imagine, seeing her in a sharp fitted black jacket and sexy heels. “When I knew I loved women, everything changed. I suddenly loved being a girly-girl and all the things that come with being femme. Waxing, jewelry, lingerie, make-up - I love all of it now.”
The brunette sitting to my left has large, pretty eyes and a sharp, sexy presence. She muses, “I think that’s because girls can be so mean to each other. It made it easier to just play with the boys.”
Harper looks up brightly. “Absolutely. During college I decided to live with four other women in a house and at first, I thought, this is just going to be a house full of drama. But it ended up being great. All of the girls got along (well, except for two and that fight only started when I was about to move out.) The girls came up with quote boards that we hung on our own kitchen cabinet doors. You couldn’t write on your own quote board, but you could write on the all the other girls’ boards. To this day, I still have my quote board. It makes me so happy to read it and remember that women really can get along without being catty or mean to each other.”
The conversation moves away from the tomboy topic, but I quietly wonder about this pattern among bi-girls. So many of us felt growing up that we were the outsider to girls and chose to spend more time with boys because they were “easier”. Sometime later, each of us learned to embrace our femininity and our sexual desire for both men and women. Is the desire to have a female lover tied to these early feelings of separateness from girls? Does loving women help us to love ourselves? Does celebrating the beauty of the female form encourage us to celebrate our own girly beauty? Or, had we been accepted by the girls early on, would we desire female love in adulthood?
Let me know what you think. Were you a tomboy who grew up into a fab, femme, girly-girl? Share your story here.
XOXOXOXOXOOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ARE (WERE) A TOMBOY, YOU MAY ENJOY READING:
ASK MISS BLISS - A TOMBOY HANDLES JEALOUSY
IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MIGHT ENJOY READING STORIES FROM OTHER BLISS BRUNCHES:
GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE AND MAKE A BI-GIRL FRIEND
AN ODD PLACE TO MEET A BI-GIRL
THE STRANGE FOLKS ON CRAIGSLIST
THERE IS NO “ONE-TYPE” OF BI-GIRL
SHE’S A PERFECT GENTLEMAN AND SHE’S PACKIN’
I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE
MY MOM OUTED ME OVER THANKSGIVING DINNER
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COMING UP THIS WEEK ON BLISS WARRIOR:
TUESDAY - AND THEN THERE WERE TWO, PART III - Our guest blogger, V. returns with this true, serialized story of her, her man, and the female lover he introduced her to.
WEDNESDAY - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 2 - More stories from the first fantastic international Bliss Brunch
THURSDAY - THE BEST FROM THE HOTEL BLISS GUEST BLOG - Read what other bi-girls are writing!
FRIDAY - SPIN THE BOTTLE, PART 2 - Bliss brings you the second part of this Friday Night Bedtime Story.
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NEW FEATURES ON HOTEL BLISS:
Thanks to the hard work of the Hotel Bliss Team, you can now chat live in the Laundry Room!
Also, the Hotel Bliss Boutique will OPEN for sales and flirtation with artists this week!
The Penthouse has been upgraded. Now you will be notified when your pictures receive comments AND you can organize your photos into albums.
COMING SOON - The Basement. The place for your naughtier photos is almost done. Share that devilish side of yourself with your friends.
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SPIN THE BOTTLE - ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on May 30, 2008 – 6:52 pm -
“God, girl, you make a mean gin and tonic.”
“It’s all about the bitters,” Carina says. “And the fresh lime. Without lime, a gin and tonic is just ick.” She scrunches up her freckled nose and shakes her straight strawberry blonde hair. She is utterly adorable and you remember why you first fell in love with her in English Lit. class.
“That’s so true,” says your beautiful friend, George. She is an incredibly stunning blonde dressed in black jeans and a white tank. Her hot pink bra straps hang out and her blue eyes look up at you through thick black liner. You are in love with her and she loves you and you wonder when the right amount of alcohol will bring you together.
You smile, so delighted that George likes your new friend, Carina. This is the first night you’ve hung out with a group of girls in a long time. Most of the time you are out drinking with the boys; the guys who pine for you but are too unattractive or too boring for your heart. Sometimes, one of your good girl friends joins you, or you just go out alone with her. But you rarely go out with a group of girls. It’s just not your scene.
Both George and Carina are fun to split a cheap pitcher of beer with, but their personalities are completely different. George is bisexual, like you, and tells the boys you are both lesbians, so they don’t interrupt your conversation. She holds your hand across the table and kisses it, just to tease you and impress them. All night you talk sex, masturbation, fantasies, and brag to each other about your sexual talents, but you don’t hook up. The flirtation is there but neither of you are willing to make the first move. Well, not yet.
Carina is dreamier, more romantic, and very, very straight. You wonder if she can orgasm, but never say that to her. Instead, you two talk about novels, art, expression, love, old boyfriends and current disappointing dates. Or, rather, she talks, while your mind imagines the day the two of you wake up together nestled in each others’ arms. You wouldn’t find her interesting normally, but she is so sweet and pretty and innocent - and, a challenge. Plus, how straight is she if she holds your hand as you walk down the street and kisses you on the cheek? She must be at least curious, but you don’t say this because you can’t lose her.
“Did you two ever play Spin the Bottle,” George asks, with a wicked smile. You hope she doesn’t freak Carina out.
“Oh, my God! I loved that as a little girl,” Carina says with a giggle.
We are sitting on pillows on Carina’s living room floor. She just moved out of the dorms and doesn’t have any furniture yet. You tell your two friends, glowing in the light of low lamps covered in silk scarves, that when you were ten, you had a slumber party. “We played Spin the Bottle, and for awhile the girls just would answer truth questions. Then it became dares.”
“Did girls hook up,” asks George with a naughty wink.
“Girls kissed each other but it wasn’t considered gay because we were practicing for our first kiss with a boy.”
“I practiced kissing with my best friend,” Carina says, and you notice her cheeks are flushed.
“You never told me that,” you say shocked.
“We should play right now,” says George and you smile at her. A part of you panics that Carina might end up liking George more than you, but you silent that voice with a large gulp of gin.
“So are we playing truth or dare or strip Spin the Bottle,” you ask, determined not to let George outshine you.
“Strip Spin the Bottle,” asks Carina in her innocent voice. “Did you play that? I’ve never heard of that.”
“Let’s play Truth or Dare,” George doesn’t wait for you to answer Carina’s question. She is ready to play. “But, please God, nobody say truth, okay? Because that is way too boring.”
“Only if I get to spin first,” Carina says to George. “And only if we do some more shots.” Carina goes behind the small bar that separates her kitchen from the rest of her living room and lines up three shots of vodka with more lime to chase it. “I definitely need to get drunker!” Each of you down the shots, laugh, she repours, you repeat.
Finding an empty bottle in her recycling, Carina leads us back to the floor and we clear a space to spin the green bottle. She spins first, as requested, and the bottle spins fast, then slows and finally points right at you. “Dare me, darling, dare me,” you say, feeling the alcohol.
“I dare you to drink another shot,” Carina says and George rolls her eyes, showing her disapproval of an utterly lame dare.
“We just did a shot,” you say but wanting to show off how well you hold your liquor, you stand, go over to her kitchen bar and down another. Returning to the girls, you ask, “That was easy. My spin?”
You spin the bottle and let it whirl and whirl. It lands directly between both girls. You spin again. It lands on George. She smiles at you with her cocky grin and you say, “I dare you to kiss Carina’s neck.”
She looks at you with an odd question in her eyes. You seem to have surprised her and enjoy seeing her confusion. “I would love to,” she says, her bravado restored. She comes up to Carina, and slowly, slowly, moves in close to her, tucks her red hair behind her ear and lets her pink, full lips linger - lovingly - on Carina’s neck. For a moment the air is electric and still and you feel a strong throb between your legs. A part of you is frightened by what will happen next. The drunk part of you can’t wait for the bottle to spin again.
Carina, laughs a very drunk laugh, and says, “Wow. That was the best neck kiss ever.” She laughs more and you suddenly feel left out and sad. You wonder why you wanted these two to meet. “Your spin, George,” Carina says in long, smiling, loopy-drunk words.
George spins and it lands on Carina. She smiles, and George says, “I want you to go over to our darling friend kiss her for at least two minutes. I’ll keep time,” she says and gestures to her watch. Carina looks a little scared and George is feeling victoriously naughty. She looks at you and her eyes ask if she’s shocked you yet.
Carina comes over and sits in front of you. Both of you are cross-legged and as she leans in to kiss you, she starts to giggle. “This is so weird,” she says, which shames and embarrasses you. You were right to never tell her about your sexuality.
“The clock is starting. Two minutes. 1, 2, 3 go.”
Intent to prove something, you kiss Carina slowly. You take the time to gently press against her lips. Not pressing too hard, she soon presses harder into you. Slowly, you open your lips and her drunken tongue finds its way into your mouth. Her tongue is as small as her lips and she tastes like alcohol and sugar. Soon, lost in her taste, you forget where you are, and your arms drift up her arm. Deep in your gut, the kiss penetrates you and you wonder if you have just fallen in love.
“Time’s up,” George says. “You two are good kissers.” She crawls up to the two of you and asks with faux innocence, but true charm, “Am I a good kisser?” She looks into your eyes and kisses you just as slowly, just as sweetly, just as delicately. Again, your stomach flips and you cannot believe this is really happening. Both girls you have ached for both kissing you? It feels so perfect you worry you may tear up.
As George pulls away, she turns to Carina. They kiss and you watch these two friends get lost in each other. As they separate, Carina says, “You are both wonderful kissers.” She laughs and says, “I can’t believe this.”
“Time for another round,” George stands and makes her way back to the kitchen.
“Yes,” you say.
“Can we play another round?”
“Oh, we are only just beginning,” you say, and you kiss her once more.
TO BE CONTINUED…..
XOXOXOOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISSWARRIOR
FOLLOW MY RULES PART ONE AND PART TWO
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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UPCOMING EVENTS FOR BI-GIRLS IN TORONTO, NY, ALBUQUERQUE, SAN DIEGO & LA
Written by Miss Bliss on May 29, 2008 – 1:21 pm -Dearest Bliss Warriors,
As many of you know, I have been working hard to get Hotel Bliss - the first community site for bi-girls - ready for its public launch next month. Thanks to the contribution of our amazing beta-testers, our team has been able to work out the bugs and create the features you want to develop friendships and flirtations with other bi-girls near you.
What makes the site different from other online communities is not just that it is private and for women-only, it is also meant to get you out of your house and meeting bi-girls in your area. In the last year, I have traveled around the country, meeting other brilliant, beautiful bisexual women for brunch. Many of the girls I have met have created vibrant bi-girl groups and meet regularly for conversation, fun, flirtation and support. Here is a quick overview of the many activities for bi-girls happening in America and Canada in the next few weeks:
BLISS IS COMING TO TORONTO, CANADA FOR BRUNCH!
A gorgeous Canadian friend and I are hosting the first Bliss Brunch in Toronto on Saturday, June 7th at noon. Downtown and on the water, we are dining outside with a menu full of fabulous brunch items - including healthy vegetarian food. Interested in joining other beautiful, bright bi-girls for friendship and conversation? CLICK HERE to RSVP and I will send you the location.
THE NYC BI-WOMEN OF ALL COLORS ARE DINING FOR PRIDE
RSVP’s are open for our Bi Pride Dinner on Sunday, June 1st at 6:30pm. Celebrate Bi Pride! Join a group of bi and bi-friendly women in a lovely backyard garden. Make new friends! Please also let us know if you’re interested in going to Sex and the City at the movie theater next door right after. To RSVP, visit http://groups.yahoo.com/group/BiWomenofAllColors/
Location: East of Eighth Restaurant, 23 St. 8-7 Ave
Admission: No fee, just buy your own dinner
Menu: www.eastofeighth.com
Subway: E,C,1,F to 23 St.
BLISS BRUNCH IN ALBUQUERQUE ON SATURDAY, JUNE 7TH
I was lucky enough to have work bring me to Albuquerque this winter, and brunched with this fabulous girls. Since that time, they have organized monthly brunches for bi-girls and been incredibly active at Hotel Bliss. Feeling alone in Albuquerque? Come out and meet other magical bi-girls. Visit http://www.myspace.com/durtygurrl for more information or JOIN Hotel Bliss and visit http://hotel.blisswarrior.com/lacivia. And, you can always RSVP through e-mail by CLICKING HERE.
MEET OTHER BI-GIRLS IN SAN DIEGO AND SUPPORT EQUALITY
Announcing a new meeting for The San Diego Bisexual Women Meetup!
What: HRC-San Diego June CONNECT!
When: Tuesday, June 3, 7:00 PM
Where: Click the link below to find out!
Who should come: Everyone plus guests! Membership is not required, so bring your friends!
Why: HRC CONNECT is a great way for the San Diego GLBT community and our straight allies to come together in a social environment for a worthy cause: equality.
Meeting Description: Get to know San Diego’s Emerging Community and learn more about the HRC, the largest national civil rights organization working for lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender equality.
Learn more here: http://lgbtfriends.meetup.com/200/calendar/8033457/
TONIGHT IN LOS ANGELES! MISERY LOVES COMPANY
Come to a reading of my dear friend Andrea Askowitz’s new memoir, My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy, and hear 5 other talented writers perform. You will get a FREE copy of her book with the low admission price. I am going! JOIN ME AND ANDREA ON THURSDAY, MAY 29TH AT 8PM, WHEN THE MISERY LOVES COMPANY WORLD TOUR PRESENTS READINGS FROM ANDREA AND THESE QUIRKY, HILARIOUS, AND POIGNANT STORYTELLERS: JOHN FUGELSANG, SUSAN ISAACS, MAGGIE ROWE and TERRIE SILVERMAN, plus special guest dancer Michael Arbizo. CLICK HERE for tickets. Under Upcoming Shows, click MISERY LOVES COMPANY. Hurry, only 99 seats. It will sell out fast! Want to know more about Andrea’s book? CLICK HERE to read an excerpt.
ALSO - COMING IN LATE JUNE IN LOS ANGELES -
Bliss is hosting the first High Tea for Bi and Bi-friendly girls on Saturday, June 28th. Want to join us for tea, champagne, sandwiches and cakes? We will be having High Tea at a fabulous Hotel in Beverly Hills. Trust me, you do not want to miss this. For more information, e-mail me at bliss@blisswarrior.com.
HAVE AN EVENT FOR BISEXUAL WOMEN YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO PROMOTE? E-MAIL ME AT BLISS@BLISSWARRIOR.COM!
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IF YOU ARE CURIOUS ABOUT PAST BLISS BRUNCHES, PLEASE READ THESE BLOGS:
GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE AND MAKE A BI-GIRL FRIEND
AN ODD PLACE TO MEET A BI-GIRL
THE STRANGE FOLKS ON CRAIGSLIST
THERE IS NO “ONE-TYPE” OF BI-GIRL
SHE’S A PERFECT GENTLEMAN AND SHE’S PACKIN’
I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE
MY MOM OUTED ME OVER THANKSGIVING DINNER
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LOVING GIRLS OF MANY SHAPES AND SIZES
Written by Miss Bliss on May 12, 2008 – 9:39 am -“It’s so strange that we have no idea of our own size or the space we actually fill. It’s so hard for us to see what others see.”
I am having lunch with a gorgeous baby bi-girl friend of mine in Hollywood. It is unusually cold - the June gloom came in May - and we are trying to warm up by sipping large bowls of soup. “Well, it’s especially easy to think you’re fat in L.A.”
“I know. When I’m in New York, I feel normal, and if I’m in South Dakota, it’s easy to feel thin…” She laughs and her blue eyes brighten the foggy afternoon. “But here in L.A., everyone is so determined to look like a stick on TV, it makes you feel crazy and huge.”
“You know,” she says with a tilt of her red hair, “when I lived in Seattle, I felt pretty darn good about my body. I never had issues with feeling fat. I liked who I was, but here…” Her words drift off and I nod.
“I’ve been trying to write a blog on why women should explore dating girls of all different body types, but I’ve had a hard time getting the right words out. When we feel fat, it’s because we are comparing ourselves to some stick-figure girl who has no breasts or butt but can fit into a size zero. As my man says, ‘Boy bodies can be fun once in awhile, but most men don’t want to spend their lives with just that.’ When he first said that to me, I thought he was crazy. I guess we are so used to seeing that body type in fashion and the media, we women get brainwashed and think that is what men want, when, in reality, men often prefer a soft, curvy, femme girl.”
“Is that true,” she asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, it wasn’t until we started having love affairs that I realized why men truly do appreciate the unique look of each woman’s body. Over many years, we have had the amazing honor of finding lovers that are taller, shorter, larger, curvier, thinner… And, with some of them, I felt like the ‘big’ girl, with others I felt like the ‘tiny’ girl, and sometimes, I would be surprised and delighted that the ‘tiny’ girl was actually my same size, even though I felt ‘bigger’.”
“It’s true that it’s really hard for us to see what others see.”
“There was something about being with a girl who would say, ‘Look at how fat my thighs are,’ and I would look at her and see beautiful legs. She wasn’t fat at all! Or the girl who’d complain about how flat chested she was when all I ever wanted was to be able to wear a tank-top without a bra. Moments like these helped me to question myself when my brain would go to those same dark places. By seeing the beauty in all types of women, I learned to see my own.”
She ponders this as she sips her soup, and I take a moment to feel gratitude for each and every woman whose unique beauty makes a dreary day sparkle.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY WANT TO READ:
IS PRETTY LINGERIE JUST FOR GIRLS?
THANK GOODNESS FOR GIRLS WHO PLAY DRESS UP
THINK GORGEOUS, ATTRACT GORGEOUS
BETWEEN BOYFRIENDS, DATE GIRLS
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BLISS WARRIOR’S FIRST RADIO INTERVIEW WILL BE ONLINE THIS WEDNESDAY. FOR ONE WHOLE HOUR, GINA HENDRIX INTERVIEWS ME FOR HER WONDERFUL SHOW, LOVE LIFE MAKEOVERS. THE SHOW AIRS ON http://www.bbstalkradio.com FROM 11AM TO 12PM P.S.T. ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT, IT WILL ALSO BE AVAILABLE ON MS. HENDRIX’S SITE, http://www.selectiveandsingle.com/. I HOPE YOU ALL JOIN ME FOR A TRULY RADICAL LOVE LIFE MAKEOVER.
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BLISS WARRIOR’S FIRST SLUMBER PARTY GAME STARTS TODAY AT HOTEL BLISS. IF YOU ARE CURIOUS ABOUT THE GAME AND WOULD LIKE TO KNOW MORE, CLICK HERE. INTERESTED IN JOINING HOTEL BLISS? FILL OUT A MEMBERSHIP APPLICATION BY CLICKING HERE AND COME JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY!
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CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL - PART TWO
Written by Miss Bliss on March 28, 2008 – 1:56 pm - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
A LITTLE EROTIC FICTION TO HELP YOU SLEEP MORE SOUNDLY
MISSED CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL - PART ONE? CLICK HERE TO READ IT.
“Do you want to sit down?” She is standing nervously near the door, silently debating whether or not she should leave. Something about the small space of your studio apartment makes her anxious. Occasionally you catch her eyes looking at your full-size bed and you know she is weighing her options. You distract her thoughts by saying, “Let’s have another glass of wine, shall we?”
“It’s getting late…” The librarian wants to go home and stay safe inside her straight world, but the gypsy has not forgotten the passion on the roof experienced just a few moments before. She is obviously torn and the stress of her internal battle creates creases in her forehead.
“It’s not too late for one more drink.” Before she can say no, you go into the closet that is your kitchen and pour two glasses of red wine. Opening the refrigerator, you take out a box of strawberries, wash them and quickly arrange them in a bowl. Carefully balancing the two glasses and the bowl, you join her on the couch. She gingerly takes a glass and you place the strawberries on the foot locker that serves as a coffee table. “To friendship,” and you lift your glass for a toast.
She is quiet as she sips her wine. You let the silence grow as you eat strawberries. Casually, you move your leg close to hers, and let your leg brush against hers. She moves closer to you and you realize she wants to be seduced. She may be divided, unsure of what she wants, but she is still here. “May I kiss you again,” you ask.
She nods, unable to say a word. Taking the wine glass out of her hand and setting it next to yours on the table, you turn to her and kiss gently, slowly, savoring the taste of alcohol and fruit that lingers on her tongue.
Suddenly, as if a switch in her brain was turned, she pushes you back down on the couch and straddles your body. She doesn’t speak but aggressively kisses you, with such an ardent passion you cannot believe this is the same girl who only hours before told you she was “straight”. Her hands run up and down your arms, through your hair, as she begins pressing her hips into yours. She is drowning and you are oxygen and she cannot get enough of you.
She comes up onto her knees and begins unbuttoning her white shirt. As each button is undone, she stares into your eyes, enjoying you watching her. You wonder if she ever plays this role with her male lovers. Her bra is boring and functional - a t-shirt nude-colored bra designed to be invisible under clothing - but her breasts are so full and perky, she somehow makes the bra look inviting and sexy. Her stomach is flat with a shimmering jewel filling her belly button.
“You have a belly ring,” you ask as you touch it. More evidence of the passionate gypsy.
“Do you like,” she asks.
“I do.” Your fingers touch her soft belly, then move up her chest and until both of her breasts are in your hands. “Do you have any sense of how perfect your body is?” She shakes her head shyly and her hair moves around her shoulders. “You should be a lingerie model, that’s how stunning you are.”
Although she can’t look at you, she is smiling. Her hands find your shirt and she starts to pull it off. She wants to see you, too. “Oh, your bra is so pretty,” she exclaims as she sees the black embroidery. Like on the roof, she touches your breasts with utter fascination. She had no idea how amazing it is to feel the soft fullness of another woman’s breasts. Her hands go under the bra cups and she finds your nipples, already hard, already throbbing with desire and she pinches them. You moan and she says with delight, “You like that?”
“Darling, if you keep this up, I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
She pinches your nipples harder. Separating your legs, she moves her knee between them, and starts pressing her leg into you, making your clit vibrate with anticipation. She is daring you to take her, pushing to make it impossible to stop, and you are surprised that she - the girl virgin - the straight one - the novice - this girl is seducing you. Did she lie to you when she said she was straight? Has she been with other girls but can’t admit it? She must have played with girls before to be this assertive… or maybe, she’s just drunk. Will she pretend none of this happened when the sun rises?
But you let these questions go because she is distracting your body with desire. “Let’s move,” you say and you gesture to the bed. She gets up and gives you her hand to help you up. In bras and skirts, you hold each others’ hands as you walk to the bed.
“Lie on your back,” you command.
“I want you to lie on your back,” she says, deciding to stay the dominant lover.
“You have been with girls before. You must have.”
She shakes a finger no.
“But you are acting so…” You want to say, experienced, but before you do, she puts a finger to your lips to silence you, and gently pushes you back on the bed. She undoes your zipper and slides your skirt off. Standing, she turns her back to you and unzips her skirt. It falls to the floor elegantly and she steps out of it. Turning around, she is only in underwear, but she is more beautiful than you ever imagined. Tiny waisted, great legs, perfect breasts and a flat, shimmering belly, she is a goddess come alive and she is ready to devour you.
Crawling on top of you, she kisses you deeply. She slides down your body, letting her hair tickle your neck, your breasts, your tummy until her face pauses over your sex. Her fingers find the sides of your lace underwear and she begins to pull them off. “Wait,” you say and take her face in your hands. She looks up at you and smiles. When you were taking the lead, you felt confident and all-powerful; her sudden passion for you makes you feel shy and awkward. “Is this what you want,” you ask. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You are giving her an out and you don’t know why.
She answers you by pulling off your underwear. She tells you she wants you by licking your right inner thigh, then licking the left. She kisses your bellybutton, then kisses an inch below it, than another kiss, and another… each kiss bringing her closer and closer to your impatient, throbbing sex. Her tongue starts at the base of your pussy, and in one long lick, she tastes you from the base all the way to the tip of your clit. Licking you so lightly, with such delicacy, you are driven insane with desire for her. Your hips begin to lift off the bed, asking her for more tongue, more pressure, more, more, more. Her hands spread your legs wider and her tongue finds your slick interior. Her lips find your swollen clit and she begins sucking on it - in and out - and you moan.
You cannot believe she is going down on you. The first two girls you played with you didn’t go down on at all. Although you like girls, something about smelling and tasting pussy turned you off a little. Touching another girl with your fingers was fun and easy. Just like masturbating, you knew exactly how much pressure to put on her clit with the right hand and how to use the left hand to penetrate her at the same time. But oral sex was a whole other level of intimacy. This girl had to have been with girls before; what girl goes down on another girl right away? Especially if she has not been touched or brought to orgasm yet?
With her tongue still on your clit, she inserts a finger into your tight warm self and begins moving it in and out. She is not an expert with her hand and mimicks the actions of a guy by simply pushing her finger in and out. Maybe she is a girl virgin, after all…. but you soon forget the novice quality of her hand movement because her tongue distracts you with its expert skill. Nibbling on your clit lightly, sometimes pulling it into her month, sometimes stroking it with quick licks, she brings you close to orgasm. Although coming has never been difficult for you, she is bringing you to orgasm fast.
“Put another finger in me,” you instruct, and she inserts two fingers. Two fingers fill you better and she begins moving her hand with more force. Experimenting with her hand, she starts to move her fingers in circles, touching your walls in new and delicious ways. Between her lips, tongue and hands, you are dripping wet, throbbing and close. So close. “You are going to make me come,” you whisper.
This makes her movements more excited, faster, harder. Your hips press your sex deeper into her face, and you begin to rock against her fingers. The explosion is building within you and you whisper, “Keep doing that. Yes, just like that. I am so close…”
In that moment, she does something so surprising, it pushes you over the edge into the deepest orgasm a girl ever gave you. With the two fingers of her right hand penetrating you, her tongue stroking your clit, she takes her left hand and inserts a finger into your ass. Her finger is dry and the shock of the insertion - not quite pleasant and a little painful without lubrication - jump starts your body and surprises your mind. Penetrating you with both hands, you explode into orgasm. The pleasure and slight pain throw you over the edge and you scream. “Coming,” you say, and your body is filled with waves of pleasure. Over and over the waves wash over you and you whisper, “I’m still coming….” Longer than any orgasm, you cannot believe this girl did this to you.
Finally, you push at her shoulders to gently stop her. Again, you pull her up to you, her face slick with your juices. You kiss her and taste yourself on her tongue. You taste yummy mixed up in her saliva.
She turns and lies next to you as you both catch your breath. “You are no straight girl, honey.”
“No,” she asks with a purr.
“I hate to break it to you, but no. You certainly don’t make love to a girl like a hetero.”
“How do I make love to a girl?”
“Like this,” you say. Mimicking her movements, you show her what an incredible lover of women she already is.
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This is part two of a three-part story, Captivating the College Girl. Tune in next week to find out what happens in the morning. . XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ALSO ENJOY OTHER EROTICA BY BW:
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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THANKS TO THE MANY, MANY WONDERFUL WOMEN WHO HAVE OFFERED TO HELP TEST BLISS WARRIOR’S COMMUNITY SITE FOR BI-GIRLS, HOTEL BLISS. WE WILL BE TEST LAUNCHING HOTEL BLISS NEXT WEEK, SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR YOUR INVITATION TO JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY! XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
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