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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THE BEST OF THE HOTEL BLISS GUEST BLOG - READ WHAT BI-GIRLS ARE WRITING!
Written by Miss Bliss on May 1, 2008 – 11:00 am -Dearest Readers, As many of you know, Hotel Bliss, the first private community site for bi and bi-friendly women, is open for beta testing, and already the Guest Blog is full of amazing true stories. Some girls are writing about bi identity, some are sharing coming out stories, others are describing their unusual jobs… All the posts are well-written and incredibly interesting. Each week, I will highlight some of the best posts from the blog for your reading pleasure. XOXOXOXOXXO BLISS WARRIOR
I WAS THE LAST TO KNOW I WAS BI
written by Evocateur
I was twenty when I finally decided that there was no getting around it. I was unashamedly, irrefutably bisexual. The funny thing was, I had been saying I was bi since I was fifteen. Now, before you accuse me of being the type of girl that would make out with another girl at parties just to get attention, let me explain that I was hopelessly clueless about who I was even when I was staring straight at myself. Until I was twenty, I called myself theoretically bi. I knew I thought girls were stunning, but I had never felt a deep emotional attachment to one.
That changed when I met Jaime. Jaime was a bi girl who was an acquaintance of mine. I was dating a man at the time and they had fooled around. Overcome with guilt, she insisted to him that she had to tell me. Up until that conversation, I really didn’t know her that well. We started talking and I immediately became interested in this delightful and complex girl. After one conversation, it didn’t matter that she had fooled around with my boyfriend. In fact, I was happy because I never would have discovered how wonderful she was otherwise.
Jaime was just as surprised as I was at my reaction. I fell head over heels for her in a surprisingly short period of time. My man became convinced that I liked girls more than I liked boys. I was fighting spontaneous romantic urges I had never felt before in my life. I called her my inamorata.
Now here’s what I valued most about this precious bit of time where I had my inamorata’s affection. I began to look at women differently. I had always had a somewhat uneasy relationship with other women. I found them intimidating, inscrutable, or too catty for my liking. Now, everywhere I turned I found something wonderful in the women around me. Their beauty, their intellects, their hopes and their creativity. They all reminded me of her. I also had far more self confidence because I loved her and I was a woman just like her, so I began to love myself. I looked different when I saw myself in the mirror. This is what my love for Jaime did to me.
TO READ THE REST OF THE BLOG, CLICK HERE.
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A SIGH OF RELIEF: COMING OUT TO MY FRIEND
by Shananigans
I went to go pick up my check, thinking I would just be in and out. In my case, nothing really goes as planned for me. I end up wandering to see my friend that is working her department. Before I can see her, I hear her lispy voice ” hi chi-chi girl!” ( she calls me that in reference to my new clit piercing). I turn and I blush in her direction. She hugs me. ” I knew it was you, because I saw that big butt of yours.” I laugh thinking about all the gossip I have heard regarding my ass from co-workers. I am not offended. I feel complimented, in fact.
So we both get to talking about plans for the weekend. I remind her of my trip to California. She beams ” you are the luckiest girl I know.” She thinks it’s admirable that my man and I have been so strong thus far in our now two-year relationship. She asks if I have been out lately. I mumble something about working and not having time. I mentioned something weird that happened one drunken night recently. Her eyes lit up. “Oh, you have to tell me!” I say, “Nah, you really don’t wanna know.. You’ll probably think I am weird or something…,” I trail off. She assures me, and after five minutes of gentle prodding I admit to having a threesome. Her eyes grow large. “WITH TWO GUYS?!!!!”
I say no…
She stares a second…
I say, ”It was with a guy and a girl, I’m bi.”
TO READ THE REST OF THE BLOG, CLICK HERE.
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TALES OF A DANCER: THE FIRST INSTALLMENT
by Heavenly Heather
She put on black slacks, a dressy, low-cut, sexy shirt, and pulled on the black high heeled boots. The flat-iron clamped on each clump of already-straight black hair. Each one had to be in place. She needed this.
She carefully covered each blemish on her face with the pale base make-up. Her eyeliner had to be straight. Her lips had to be red. Her eyelashes had to be curled. If she didn’t get this, where would they go?
He had told her she didn’t have to do it. But she knew she did. He was visibly angry at himself for allowing this to happen. Why couldn’t he do more? Why couldn’t he get another job…maybe two? Why was she being so stubborn about this? But he knew she needed to do it. It was the only way.
She held her breath and tried not to think about it as she gripped the steering wheel.
It’s okay. You can do it.
Her very christian childhood prohibited sex, petting, or even talking intimately before marriage. Kissing was to be EXTREMELY limited and reserved for those who were engaged…and now it had come to this. How could she?
TO READ THE REST OF THE BLOG, CLICK HERE.
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WHAT TO GET AN ESCORT FOR HER BIRTHDAY
by Saying It All
I’m sitting in the shade on a pleasantly hot afternoon. The condensation on my glass of whiskey is making a small puddle on the glass top of the bar that Dani and her man Bart have set up on their patio. It’s a birthday barbeque for me and Dani. I’m surrounded by the people who know me best. My chosen family. Each and every one of them knows my secrets and would protect me with all that they have. They know that my work takes so much out of me, in spirit and love and energy. They know I’ve been feeling a bit of care-giver burnout. And every one of them is making sure I simply enjoy myself for a change. I’m in the most comfortable space I can imagine.
But we’ve been drinking for hours now. The sun is starting to sink, and I’m feeling the heat and liquor. I ask Dani if I can lay down for just a bit. She leads me into her bedroom and pulls back the covers while I strip off my pants. I climb between the cool sheets and she tucks me in and places a sweet kiss on my forehead.
“I’ll come wake you in just a bit.” she says, as she’s walking to the door. But as she opens the door, there stand Lia and Jane. These two are my partners in crime. And though Dani offers to shoo them away, I tell her to go ahead and let them in. My girls are always welcome.
They come to the bed, one on each side, and stroke my hair and face, kiss my fingers, ask me if I’m feeling ok. I assure them that I’m just laying down for a bit. Recharging. A look passes between them. A sly smile. They peel the covers down to my waist and encourage me to let them take my tank and bra. “To make you more comfortable”. And they are right. I’m more comfy without them. Especially when Jane runs her hands up from my bellybutton to gently stroke my breasts. They are such dolls. Being soothing, kind, loving. And I’m feeling like the most loved being on Earth.
TO READ THE REST OF THE BLOG, CLICK HERE.
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OUT WITH THE STRAIGHT FRIENDS
Written by Miss Bliss on April 14, 2008 – 2:53 pm -
“How’s your blog going?”
The question takes me off-guard. It is Saturday night and my man and I are out having drinks with his coworker, Maria, her fiancé and their friends, a lovely couple that just moved to L.A. from the east coast.
“It’s going great,” I say, while trying to remember what I told Maria the blog is about. Did I say it was a health and nutrition site? Or did I describe it as a sex blog with tips for women to improve their relationships?
“She has fans all around the country who invite her to brunch with them,” Maria says with a lovely smile.
So, Maria knows about the brunches. Maybe my man told her all about Bliss Warrior but forgot to tell me that she knows? Did I tell her at some work party when I had one too many cocktails in me? This is one of those awkward moments where being half-closeted becomes a problem.
“What is your blog about,” asks Maria’s blonde friend with a slight eastern European accent.
Since I cannot remember what story Maria was told about the blog, I decide to opt for honesty. I look at my man and he nods, letting me know he’s comfortable with my sharing the truth. “The blog is for bisexual women. There are so many bi-girls out there who feel alone or who don’t know any other bisexuals, so I created a blog to empower girls and show them how amazing our bi culture is.”
From the look on Maria’s face I can tell she is surprised. To cover her shock, I tell her man and her friends about the amazing bi-girls I have met around the country, the wonderful letters I receive, and the community site I’m building to bring together bi-women for friendship, conversation, support and fun.
The conversation stays on my blog for a few minutes, then turns back to rare films and under-appreciated big budget flops. Under the table, my man squeezes my hand. No one freaked out, got tense, or treated us any differently than before. Maria smiles at me and I know she is truly seeing me for the first time.
1. IT’S GOOD TO TELL PEOPLE YOU ARE BI BECAUSE IT CHALLENGES STEREOTYPES
Many bi-girls do not come out to their friends because they are afraid of their friends’ reactions. The side benefit of Bliss Warrior becoming a full-time job is it has forced me to come out to people I normally would not come out to. By coming out to more and more straight friends, I have discovered with delight that many are fascinated by the culture and find me more interesting because of my sexuality. If you do not know any bi-girls, imagine how it must be for your straight friends. By coming out to them, I am helping to dissolve negative stereotypes about bisexuals while reaffirming how proud I am to be who I am.
2. IF YOU’RE IN A RELATIONSHIP, MAKE SURE YOU’RE PARTNER IS ALRIGHT WITH YOU COMING OUT
If you are in a relationship with a man or a woman, it is important that you make sure it is okay with them if you come out to friends. In my story, Maria is not just a straight friend, but my husband’s coworker. It would have been unfair to come out to her if I did not check with him first. Even though many bisexuals are monogamous in their relationships, many heterosexuals will assume if you are a bi-girl, you and your man must be into group sex. This is why it is essential to put your partner’s comfort above your need to be “honest” or “out” at all times. The last thing I would ever want to do is set up a situation where my man’s working relationships were harmed or made awkward.
3. IT IS MUCH EASIER TO COME OUT TO STRAIGHT FRIENDS WHEN YOU HAVE A BI COMMUNITY
Since creating Bliss Warrior, I have met bi-women all over the country – some in person, some over the Internet – and I know I am a part of a wonderful, dynamic, strong, ethical community. Knowing there are other smart and committed bi-girls makes it easier to face down negative assumptions about bisexuals. Plus, if I am hurt by an insensitive comment, I now have a group of bi-friends who understand and can offer support. If you are thinking of coming out to your friends, I recommend you develop a few strong bi-friendships first. The friendships can be online and will offer you strength if your straight friends freak out.
4. USE DISCRETION WHEN YOU COME OUT TO STRAIGHT FRIENDS. SOME WILL BE FASCINATED WHILE OTHERS WILL NOT WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT AT ALL.
I have met bi-women who are out to everyone they know and I applaud them. But for some of us, especially those of us who are in committed relationships with men, it is sometimes difficult to be out to our co-workers, relatives and straight friends. Bisexuality is tricky to many because it is not only threatening that you are “part gay” but it is also threatening because you may be “part non-monogamous” which is incredibly scary to some people. One bi-girl was forced out of her job after a coworker showed her myspace page to her boss. We cannot pretend that everyone will instantly applaud us for being out and bi. What we can do, is find the people we can tell, build a strong community so we can be more visible and better understood, and be good, ethical, honest people.
5. JUST BECAUSE THEY KNOW YOU ARE BI DOES NOT MEAN THEY WANT TO HEAR ALL THE JUICY DETAILS
Your private sex life is not necessarily of interest to all people. Friday night, I was interviewed for a web-radio relationship show. The host was shocked that I was not out to my parents. I said to her, “I am in a committed long-term relationship to a man. To my parents we are a happy, relatively normal heterosexual couple. Both of our parents are very conservative when it comes to sex. I wouldn’t talk to them about the sex I have with my man, and they certainly don’t want to hear about it. So how would it benefit me if I told them I was bi?” When thinking about who to share the hot details of your latest threesome take a moment and ask yourself, “Does this person want to hear these details?” You may even ask them that directly before you launch into the fantastically naughty details. Just as you would be discrete about who you shared your anal sex adventures with, be discrete about your bi trysts. Or, even better, share them with a bi-girlfriend who will definitely understand and enjoy the conversation. The world is changing fast, and who knows? Soon, more of your straight friends might just ask you to tell them everything.
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL – PART III
Written by Miss Bliss on April 11, 2008 – 11:14 am -Dearest Readers,
This is the final part of a three-part story. If you missed the Part I of Captivating the College Girl, click here. If you missed Part II, click here to catch up. XOXOXO BW
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL – PART III
ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY FROM BLISS WARRIOR
A crack of light through the handmade satin curtains slowly brings you out of sleep. For a moment your head is foggy with a slight hangover from the night before. The two of you are sleeping on your side, one nestled in the other, and her arms are wrapped tightly around you. Flashes of the night before come back to you slowly: the spontaneous way you asked her out to tea, the kiss on the roof, the marvelous way her clothes slipped off her body, the orgasms… You cannot believe you found her and you pull her arms tighter around you.
This movement stirs her from sleep. At first she holds you tighter but suddenly she drops her arms and pulls away, as if someone caught the two of you together. You turn over to face her and she turns her back to you. Pulling her into you, you cuddle with her again but you can sense she is nervous. The morning light is making everything too real, too scary, too confusing.
Moving her shiny hair over her shoulder, you kiss her exposed neck lightly. “How did you sleep,” you ask.
“Like the dead,” she says.
“How do you feel?”
“Good,” she says too fast. The librarian is back and is trying to make her forget how much power she has when the gypsy is in control. “We really drank a lot.”
She will not blame last night on being drunk, you think to yourself. It was too intense and wonderful for her to write it off as a drunken escapade. “We didn’t drink that much.”
“Maybe you didn’t, but I was trashed.”
“You were perfect.”
Her body stiffens and becomes colder. “I gotta get going. I have a lot to do today….”
“It’s Friday. You don’t have class today.”
“No, but I have a paper due on Monday. I should get that started.”
“Right now?” You almost laugh, but don’t. This is a crucial moment and you both feel it. A part of you intuitively knows that if she leaves the two of you will never be together again. She will go back to her straight life, tell one of her friends about the night and her friend will say, “Don’t worry about it, you were drunk.” She’ll agree and let the alcohol fade the memory of how wonderfully she pleased another girl and soon she will blame you for seducing her. Afraid of you, she will avoid contact until you stop trying to make it.
Unless something else happens.
She sits up and is about to get out of bed when you say, “I can’t let you leave just yet.”
She laughs nervously. “I really have a lot to do.”
“You’ll have plenty of time for studying today, don’t worry. I’m only going to delay you fifteen minutes top.” Looking down at her hands, you see her confusion. She is annoyed you aren’t letting her slip out into the morning sun but a part of you doesn’t care. You’ve fallen in love with the gypsy side of this girl and you won’t let her deny that part of herself anymore. “I want you to lie on your back.”
“I really can’t…” she says but her voice is unsure.
“Lie on your back,” you instruct. For a second, you feel like a man, tired of trying to convince the girl of something you know she wants but feels shame for wanting it. “I won’t let you leave until you do.”
Her eyes flash angrily for just a second, but this makes you smile. Only the gypsy has the passion to throw a look that dark at you. Your girl is coming back to you.
“Lie down.” Something in the tone of your voice makes her acquiesce. She lies back slowly to let you know she does not want to but feels forced to. “Close your eyes.”
Still naked from the night before, you study her marvelous body under the soft morning rays of light. Her breasts are full and her nipples deliciously hard. She may tell you she wants to leave, but her body tells you otherwise. “Spread your legs,” you command and she does. You’ve never been so dominant with a lover and you discover that each time you command her to do something a special vibration pulses through your clit.
Her eyes are closed and her legs are spread and you step off the bed to look at her. The fingers of her right hand are tapping lightly on the bed – she is anxious, but she’s still here.
“Do you know how perfect you are,” you ask her, and she shakes her head no. You walk leisurely around the bed until you are close to her face. Leaning down, you kiss her. You tell her she can leave in ten short minutes. Picking up her left hand, you gingerly move it so it covers her eyes. You do the same with the right. “Stay just like that.”
Climbing onto the bed with her, you make sure she doesn’t move her hands or try to peek. “Move your legs further apart.” She does. Kneeling between her legs, you stretch your right hand to her lips and place three fingers into her mouth. She sucks them lightly and you tell her to make them wet. Licking them more fervently, you tell her what a good girl she is and take your fingers out of her mouth.
Without teasing her or prepping her, you push two fingers into her roughly. She moans. Moving your fingers in small circles at her opening and wider circles deeper within, you start opening her up, creating space for the third finger.
She is wetter than you expected. Obviously, she enjoyed being told what to do.
Your left thumb finds her clit and puts pressure on it as you push and pull and explore. She moans – almost a sob – and you smile. Her hips are moving on their own now, asking you for more, showing you what she wants with each lift and descent. You pull your two fingers out and with a third added, penetrate her again. Her moan is swift in response and louder. “Yes,” is the only word she says and it makes you smile.
Her clit grows bigger under your thumb as the walls of her open up and expand. As her insides grow in warmth, wetness, and desire you are amazed by the magical inner workings of girls. Does your pussy create so much space for a lover’s touch?
Your movements are speeding up with the hungry passion of her body. Dripping wet you know she is getting close. Her head still covered in her hands is moving from side to side as if she will explode soon and wants to make sure she will keep her head on – at least for a few moments more. “Are you getting close,” you ask with a quiet, commanding voice.
She nods.
“Say it.”
“I’m close,” she whispers.
“Do you want to come?”
“Make me come,” she says.
“Tell me you loved it last night.”
She pauses.
“Tell me you loved fucking a girl or I won’t let you come.”
“I loved it.”
“You love pussy. Say it to me.” Your hands are moving at a frenetic speed now, stirring her clit to madness while fucking her deeper and deeper with your right hand.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” With your hands still moving, you lean down and whisper near her ear. “You loved eating my pussy. Say it.”
“I loved eating your pussy,” she says in a whisper.
“You love girls.”
“I love girls.”
“You love sex with girls.”
“I do.”
“Say it, or you won’t come.” She is covered in sweat and panting. Your fingers stop moving on her clit to let her know it is all up to her. She tries to push her hips into your fingers to get the pressure she needs to be relieved of this tension, but you don’t let her. “Say it.”
“I love sex with girls!” With a scream, you start touching her harder, faster, deeper. She opens up and liquid starts pouring from her. She is ejaculating, covering your bed in her sweet juice. Panting, screaming, moaning, she is coming like she never has before. “Fuck me,” she cries. “Don’t stop.”
And you don’t, until she moans her last moan and pulls your hand away.
“You’ve soaked the bed.”
“I have?” She is shocked when she sees the puddle of liquid beneath her. “I didn’t know I could do that…”
“I guess you’ve been dating the wrong guys.”
“I guess I have,” she says with a smile. The gypsy pulls me up to her face and we kiss deeply.
“You should get going if you want to get started on your paper,” you say, teasing.
She looks at you with a cocked eyebrow and an embarrassed smile. “I think that can wait till later. Want to get breakfast?”
Holding her hand, you lead your gypsy girl to the shower.
XOXOXOXOXXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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DEAREST BLISS WARRIORS –
THIS WEEK HAS BEEN FULL OF TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.
MY MAILING LIST RECEIVED TWO BLOGS THAT WERE NOT FINISHED
AND NOT READY TO BE PUBLISHED. THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT AND I APOLOGIZE. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THEM, PLEASE DELETE THEM. IF YOU DID READ THEM, PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGIES AND TRY TO ERASE THEM FROM YOUR MEMORY. THE FINISHED BLOGS WILL BE POSTED NEXT WEEK. XOXOXOXXO BW
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A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
Written by Jungle Jane on February 13, 2008 – 3:57 pm -DEAREST READERS,
I AM PROUD TO PUBLISH THE FIRST BLOG BY A GUEST BLOGGER, JUNGLE JANE. SHE IS A BABY BI-GIRL AND READY TO SHARE HER JOURNEY WITH YOU. I HOPE YOU ENJOY.
XOXOXOOXXO
BLISS WARRIOR
I’m writing this blog for those bisexual readers that have yet to make love to a woman, but dream of the day. I’ve noticed there are quite a few of us baby bi-girls reading Bliss Warrior that are new in figuring out our complex sexualities. If you are anything like me, you are thoroughly enjoying the learning curve. Especially those sharp turns like becoming the bi-girl you want to meet. Meet being the key word.
Maybe, like myself, you are in love with a man that supports your courageous decision to live life openly. I am enjoying this new freeness and openness with my man. It has brought our relationship to a new level of intensity and desire. I fully enjoy admiring women with him and sharing our fantasies. Honesty is extremely sexy. It turns me on like crazy.
Maybe you’re single and looking for that lover wherever the universe is leading you to finding her or him or both. There is no one type of bi-girl. Wherever you’re at in life, your bisexuality should be exciting and empowering and radiate off of your soft glowing skin at home and in public. I am radiating myself and feel compelled to share this journey with all you dynamic bliss warriors.
I have the BW blog to thank for my coming out. I do not mind a bit telling my friends the truth anymore. It’s like my new magic power. I say things that make both sexes blush and come out of their shells. I was never a big fan of small talk!
I will use this blog to give you a little background in growing up loving girls, because that’s always fun and insightful. Talking and hearing about our childhood girlfriends is sweet and reminds us all of how innocent and pure love really is.
I believe if I ever were such a thing as bi-curious it started at a very young age and I grew into bisexuality. I think adding the word curious to the title is unnecessary. We are all inherently curious. I believe even the straight girls are bi “curious”. That’s just me, feel free to disagree. I may not have ever “been” with a girl sexually, but I know that I’m attracted to women and always will be. When I speak about my bi virginity, I am speaking about it from the adult perspective. I had plenty of action as a young girl, but none as an adult.
I will write about the now: the flirting, the fantasies, and the realities (which can sometimes be irritating). I’ll let you in on all the details of my pursuit of losing my bisexual virginity! I’ll be blogging about my search for a lover that fits like a puzzle piece. A lover that will be as comfortable with me and my man as he and I are together. A girl that wants me to write to her, about her. So that she can have it to read over and over whenever she needs to hear it. A girl that gives back and doesn’t shy away from the truth no matter what it may be.
I want sexy in whatever form it takes! Sexiness comes when you OWN IT! I look for girls who don’t really give care about what you may or may not be thinking about them. They’re simply hot and they know it. I love clever, charming, funny women that laugh loud and often. I love women who love women. That’s why I want to share in the BW community because you all know what I’m talking about. Can I get an amen?
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It must have all started when I was five. Sounds about right. Her last name was Ham. She used to chase me around the sitter’s house trying to “teach me how to french kiss”. I let her a few times. Gave her some freebies, but she wasn’t my type. She pissed me off mostly. She may have been my first kiss, but I can’t really remember. I do know that I got a lot of action when I was five.
My best friend was Emily. I never kissed her. She was my innocent, fragile friend that I handled with care. She was very churchy. Even more so than I was at that age which was tough to be. Jesus was my boy! Emily was my girl, but I played too rough for her. We had some fun times, but third grade came along and changed it all. We started at the elementary school across town: new playground, new places to hide and seek, new teachers, and new best friends.
That was when Leah came into my life.
Leah had a best friend, too, named Deedee. Deedee and Leah kicked it like Emily and I. They had a bond, an agreement and were “best friends”. Being “best friends” at that age meant something — something sacred.
Shortly after meeting, Leah and I started passing notes, telling secrets, talking on the phone, walking to each other’s house after school, and walking to school together. And, we knew what it meant. It meant that Leah and I had become best friends. In order to carry on properly, it was only fair for us to tell Emily and Deedee what was going on. We talked about it, planned it out, wrote our notes, and handed them off to our soon to be ex-best friends.
It was on! She lived a couple blocks from me. We were crazy bike riders and spent days and nights together. Doing homework, fighting with her brother and his friends, playing nintendo, and feeling up our bodies and all the changes they were going through as the years went by. We called our new pubic hair, peach fuzz. We called our new boobies, mosquito bites. Those mosquito bites seem to grow overnight in the puberty years. We would give each other massages as a way to touch each other’s new breasts. I’ll never forget it and it still turns me on.
Once upon a time, on Leah’s mother’s bed, Leah and I exchanged massages. Leah got the first massage. I put lotion all over her back and started rubbing out two circles over her shoulder blades while my thumbs slipped up her spine. Admiring her body and melting in my panties, my face was red and she was smiling. I started moving my hand under her arms. Inching my way towards her little breasts, not believing that I was actually going for it — and, unexpectedly, she cut me off.
“Your turn!” she said. I wasn’t really done, but I knew she wasn’t ending it so I smiled big and flopped down in front of her. On my stomach still, because we were “giving massages”, she squirted the lotion all over my back and began to rub me down. She glided her lotion soaked hands right under my arms. She got me nice and slippery and then slipped her hands further down and over my nipples as I rose up off the bed to give her room. She massaged my breasts and squeezed my nipples. She brought her hands back up to my back and asked me how it felt. I said, “It tickled,” and she reached down immediately to grab them again. I lifted up again and my ass pushed into her lap and I could feel her warmth from behind. Mmmmm… Leah was in control, making my shy self incredibly comfortable.
Our relationship was rocky though because she had another friend that she spent a lot of time with. I was so jealous of that girl. The last time she and I hooked up came in 7th grade at the movie theater. Leah and I had joked about having a real date. Going to the movies…together…as a couple. I think we even told our mothers that was what we were doing, but they just thought we were being silly like usual. But no. We sat in the back, held hands, rubbed each others arms, until we couldn’t hold it anymore and we turned to each other and kissed. Stopped, looked at each other, then french kissed like mad. Grabbing each other’s hair, breasts, face. We were both a little advanced in our kissing and making out. Then she startled me. She got out of her seat and crouched down in front of me and spread my legs apart and unzipped my jeans and ran her hands down my chest and into my unzipped jeans and then……….I freaked a little. I think it was the reality of being in a theater that did it for me. I wanted her so bad, but I chickened out. I made her stop. She said she understood and we finished out the movie holding hands both unsatisfied. I think it pissed her off a little. We were never the same. That was my last experience with a girl sadly enough. I’ve had plenty of crushes, but never any action.
I think these type of experiences mean something. A LOT of little girls have these type of experiences.
Have you had similar experiences?
Do you feel those experiences were your first bisexual ones?
I remember it all as the beginning. I feel that sex with a woman does not make you bisexual, the desire to be with a woman does.
Until the next time, I will still be searching for the girl who is the one.
xoxoxox
JUNGLE JANE
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MY MOM OUTED ME OVER THANKSGIVING DINNER
Written by Miss Bliss on January 24, 2008 – 2:03 pm -BRUNCH STORIES FROM MIAMI PART II
“I have two friends who are bisexual - they really wanted to come today but had other obligations - but they are going to be sad they missed this.”
Five brilliant, beautiful bi-girls have gathered together on a Saturday morning for brunch, community and friendship. The sun is bright in South Beach, Miami, and the art deco diner is full of people. In a large circular corner booth we share cocktails and stories.
“You have two bisexual friends,” Bianca asks. “Gosh, I don’t know anyone who’s bi.”
“Well, actually,” Nikki says in a sexy tone, “awhile ago, my friends and I created a scale to determine how bisexual we really are. We were drinking and it was late, and I don’t know how it came up, but we decided to make a scale from 1 to 10. 1 being completely heterosexual, 10 being completely gay. So, a five is someone who is truly right-down-the-middle, has no gender preference, bisexual.”
“Okay,” says Marina with a smile, “so what number are you?”
Nikki laughs, “I am a 7. Meaning, more often I’m attracted to girls, but I still like boys. One friend was an 8 the other decided she’s a 5.5. Now, we don’t know what that .5 means, but she certainly seemed to!”
“I wonder what number I am,” muses Bianca. “Can you know if you haven’t been with a girl yet?”
“Maybe you’re a 5.5, too,” I joke and the girls laugh.
“Oh my God, you guys, I have some big news to share.” The table quiets and focuses the attention back on Nikki’s beguiling smile. “A couple of months ago, I came out to my mother.”
“Wow. How did it go,” I ask.
“Great. She says, ‘I pretty much guessed it already’, then she goes and tells me all of these examples from childhood that showed I had ‘tendencies’” The table laughs. “She was really great about it, and she’s my best friend, so it just felt really good to tell her.”
“That is so impressive to me,” I say. “I haven’t come out to my parents, but I think I’m getting closer.”
“The funny thing is, over Thanksgiving, Mom outs me to the entire family.”
“What,” says Bianca.
“You were there,” asks Marina.
“No, thank God! But I guess Mom was just so excited to have a not-straight daughter that over turkey and potatoes she let it drop. I can only imagine her there, saying, ‘Oh, and now that you are all here, guess what? Nikki’s bisexual.’”
“What did your family do?”
“They might have been surprised but everyone’s fine with it now.”
“Your Mom is amazing,” Bianca says.
I say, “That is so sweet that she is so proud of you and who you are.”
“Yes,” Nikki says, “I am really lucky.”
XOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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THIS SUNDAY AT 11 AM
WE ALREADY HAVE 5 GORGEOUS GIRLS COMING
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ASK MISS BLISS - SHE’S 12 YEARS YOUNGER & MAKING ME JEALOUS
Written by Miss Bliss on January 17, 2008 – 7:28 am -Dear Miss Bliss,
I am a 37-year-old bi woman who has been in two marriages lasting over 16 years. I am openly dating women and currently have an odd situation I need advice about.
I am dating a woman who is 12 years younger than me who has only been with one woman and two men in her life. Her friends and family don’t know about me and she lives with her best friend of nine years. She admits to having a thing for her roommate/best friend, and I am the jealous type. They have heavy make-out sessions but it has never progressed as she says her roomie isn’t into women.
No one she knows has a clue about us. I’m afraid that if the roommate finds out about us that she may decide that she DOES like girls and take it to the next level and I will be out in the cold.
I just need your advice, Bliss Baby!
XOXOXOXOX
The Jealous Type
Dear Jealous Type,
DOES AGE DIFFERENCE MATTER IN A RELATIONSHIP?
More and more women are dating both men and women many years older and many years younger than themselves. I consider this progress because some twenty-somethings are much more mature than others their age, and some thirty, forty and fifty-somethings are much younger. My husband and I have had marvelous relationships with women ten years younger and ten years older. So, to me, it is not important that she is younger than you are.
LACK OF SEXUAL EXPERIENCE
Your girl’s lack of sexual experience may be more of an issue than her age. Unlike you, who had two marriages and presumably more experiencing dating, she does not necessarily know how to communicate well with a partner. Have compassion for her negotiating a new bisexual identity, and know that when newly dating, a girl can make mistakes. You can be the example of how a respectful partner nurtures the relationship and she can learn from you.
IF THE ROOMMATE MAKES OUT WITH GIRLS, SHE’S INTO GIRLS
I am not sure if you and your girlfriend have discussed being monogamous, or made any commitments to one another. But for her to tell you not to be jealous when she makes out with her roommate because she is “not into girls”, is absolutely ridiculous. If your girl’s tongue is down her friend’s throat every now and then, the roommate is into girls.
SHE IS NOT TREATING YOU WITH RESPECT
I understand that many bi-women are afraid to come out to their parents and friends, and many never do because they feel they do not have to. Thanks to the heterosexual cloaking device, many bisexuals only share who they are dating with loved ones when they are dating someone of the opposite sex and having a “normal” hetero relationship. The problem here, however, is nobody knows about your relationship and this can easily make you feel threatened. You are right to be concerned about the roommate not knowing about you. Feelings of jealousy are completely natural in this scenario because you know your girlfriend is hiding your relationship, so what else is she hiding? It is good that she is honest with you about her attraction to her roommate, but she has created a scenario where you are left feeling insecure and disrespected.
WHAT KIND OF RELATIONSHIP DO YOU WANT?
Darling girl, the question you need to ask yourself is, what kind of relationship do you want? A secret affair with a girl with no strings attached? That is what you have now and to continue it, you may need to release jealous feelings and know that the relationship will last as long as it lasts. If you want a committed relationship with a woman, you may have to seek that elsewhere or have constructive conversations with your girl about the relationship you desire. Like men, if the woman has not said that you are exclusively her girlfriend, you are dating and there is no serious commitment. So if you really are the jealous type, a change has to be made. Either you accept that she likes dating you and fooling around with friends, or you change it.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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ASK MISS BLISS - WHAT TO DO WITH UNEXPRESSED DESIRES
Written by Miss Bliss on November 28, 2007 – 11:46 am -Dear Miss Bliss,
I have recently explored my bisexual side with my husband’s approval. He is my best friend and I believe in honesty and trust. I would never go outside of my wonderful marriage without his approval. The problem is my bisexuality has sent him on an emotional rollercoaster.
With his approval, I have met some nice females and had my very first experience with a woman. Things didn’t turn out well with this female due to conflicting sexual needs. Shortly thereafter, I met another wonderful female who I connected with and she and I decided to meet for a possible encounter. My husband’s reaction was a bit different this time. He began playing the victim role and seemed irritated. I decided it was best to cancel the encounter and possibly drop this issue.
Now, I am feeling angry, but more sad than anything. I have lived with these desires since I was a late teenager. My question is how does a BiGirl satisfy her desires when she is not allowed to express them? The desires get very strong at times and even though my husband and I have a very good and adventurous sex life, I crave touching a female.
Sincerely,
Unexpressed Desires
Dear Unexpressed Desires,
Congratulations on being best friends with your man, and for valuing honesty in your relationship. It is hard for some bisexual women to be frank with their partner about their sexual and romantic desires, but that has not been a challenge for you, so again, I commend you.
I understand why you are feeling angry and sad, but I would like you to take a minute to see things from your man’s perspective. He has been a real gem to you, lovely girl, and has tried to overcome any jealousies so you could have “encounters” with women. Having an open relationship is tricky in the beginning, because it is hard to know when jealousies and insecurities will arise and what will cause them. Even though he loves you and may even find your bisexual play sexually stimulating, he is still your man, and feelings of possessiveness, insecurity, and jealousy may come up. Because this is new in your marriage, he may not know how to express these feelings and therefore acts like a “victim”.
He may also feel left out because you are experiencing romance without him. In a healthy open relationship, your intimacy and pleasure in your primary relationship increases because you and your man are sharing new experiences together. If he is not with you on the date, then he deserves to hear all about it afterwards. Take time after your tryst to honor your man and your marriage. He demonstrated his love and trust for you by letting you see a girl on your own. Now, it is your turn to demonstrate how invested you are in your marriage and how much you love him first and foremost. Make love to him passionately, fully and honestly. Show him how much you belong to him and love sharing a life with him.
If you two are best friends, I recommend taking some time to fantasize with him about women. Bring your desires into your married bed. Talk with him about what you would love to do to a female lover WITH him. Include him in this new aspect of your life. Perhaps, you will find a woman who desires an encounter with both of you, and, yes, this would really spice up your sex life. Playing with a female lover together will ensure no one is left out.
XOOXXOXOOXXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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ASK MISS BLISS - HOW DO I KNOW IF I’M BI?
Written by Miss Bliss on November 14, 2007 – 12:09 am -Dear Miss Bliss,
How do you know when you are truly bi? I mean, how do you know when it first began? I had an experience when I was really young, about 7 or 8 years old. My best friend lived across the street from me and we would spend the night at each other’s houses. Anyway, when we spent the night together, we’d sleep together in either my bed or her bed. During the night, we would “play” with each other. I am trying to figure out if that was the beginning of my bisexuality or was it just because I was so young and curious and loved the feelings I was experiencing down there? I have always felt an attraction to girls and women since then, but never really thought about it too much. I always dated men and then got married. So…I guess I’m trying to figure out when and how it all started, and if the play with my friend was simply because I was so young and figuring out how things work down there?
XOXOXOXO
Curious About Being Bi
Dear Curious,
A dear friend of mine in Hawaii believes all women are bi or have bisexual tendencies. Of course, I also have a lesbian friend who thinks that bigirls are really gay, but too afraid to come out and risk the protection dating men gives them.
HOW DO YOU KNOW IF YOU IF YOU ARE BISEXUAL?
1. YOU MAKE LOVE TO MEN AND WOMEN
Obviously, if you are dating both men and women, you are bisexual. Some women who have been in lesbian relationships for decades, still say they are bi because they have loved men in their past. The same goes for women in monogamous heterosexual relationships who loved women previously. If loving the person comes first, and their gender is not an issue for you, you are definitely bi.
2. YOU DATE MEN, HAVEN’T BEEN WITH GIRLS, BUT KNOW YOU’RE BI
Many women on Bliss Warrior are dating or married to men and have never been with a woman. Even though they are “bi-virgins”, they are certain that they want to make love to a woman and often, their sexual fantasies involve girls. With their partners, they are seeking a lover or flirting with girls and know that soon their fantasy will become a reality.
The key here is that if you know you are bisexual, you are, no matter who your sexual partners have been. Your sexual identity is your choice, so if it feels right, true, and good to tell the world you are bi, do it.
IS SEXUAL PLAY AMONG CHILDHOOD FRIENDS A SIGN YOU ARE BI?
Girls often learn about sex and explore sexual feelings with their childhood friends, as do boys. This is completely normal, and not necessarily a sign of future “gayness”. When I was in fifth grade, I threw a birthday party just for girls. The parents were downstairs and we were safely locked inside of my bedroom. Someone suggested we play spin-the-bottle and whoever the bottle landed on, would have to take off a piece of clothing. After the bottle spun and spun, us girls were left only wearing our knickers. One girl became shy and asked if we could turn off the lights before we continued the last round of our game. I turned off the lights and again the bottle was spun until every girl was naked.
Someone suggested we play music and dance, so I turned on Olivia Newton-John’s, Let’s Get Physical, and we danced and danced, naked in the dark. No one touched one another, but the air was alive with erotic energy. We danced until my mom knocked on the door and told us the party was ending. Dressing quickly, we smiled at each other knowing we had done something “bad” and gotten away with it.
At other slumber parties we played spin the bottle but instead of stripping, we would kiss, the intention being that we were “practicing” to kiss boys. At the time, I did not know I was into women. I was very interested in kissing and dating boys and felt that the sexual play with girls was a way to prepare to be with boys in the future.
So, my darling reader, if you believe that touching your sweet childhood friend was when you became a bi-girl, then that is your truth. If you are unsure about your sexual identity, feel good knowing that many girls play with their childhood friends to explore sex. It is natural and you have no reason to feel ashamed.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS
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WHEN YOUR STRAIGHT FRIENDS FIND OUT
Written by Miss Bliss on November 11, 2007 – 2:36 pm -“I told my friends I’m bi!” Melanie is smiling from ear to ear, and she is utterly adorable.
“That’s wonderful, sweetie,” I say, “What did they say?”
Melanie is a baby bigirl. Only a year before, this 23 year-old redhead discovered the joy of being with a girl. “You will not believe what Bethanie said.” Bethanie is Melanie’s best friend from college.
“What? Did she freak out?”
“Not at all! It ends up she’s bi, too!” Melanie is stirring her water and lime and I cannot take my eyes of her lace-framed cleavage.
“How long has she been bi?”
“For years.” Melanie looks up and smiles devilishly. “But she’s only kissed girls. She’s never gone all the way.”
“Did you tell her everything?”
“I told her I loved making a woman come.” Melanie is delighted that she is now the more decadent and experienced of the two friends.
“What did she say?”
“She wanted to hear every last detail, and it ends up most of our friends are at least bi-curious! Who knew?”
WHEN YOUR STRAIGHT FRIENDS FIND OUT
1. THE FREAK OUT
Some straight friends do not handle it well when you tell them you are bisexual. They get nervous that you will sleep with “anything that moves” and you are no longer trustworthy. If you are in a relationship with a man, they may be scared by the implication that you want to participate in group sex. In fact, the first question out of their mou