TOO YOUNG FOR MONOGAMY - Tales From the Seattle Brunch
Written by Miss Bliss on August 11, 2008 – 6:58 am -“I’m in an open relationship,” says Geneva.
Eight bisexual women have come together for brunch, community and friendship on a rare sunny day in Seattle. This is my first trip to the great state of Washington, and in the last twenty-four hours I have fallen in love with Seattle’s mountains, hills, trees, and clean sparkling air. During brunch, the city woos me even more by introducing me to seven beautiful, bright and beguiling bi-women.
“You are,” asks Sadie, the blonde with perfectly painted dark eyes. “I’m jealous.”
“How is that working out for you,” asks the tall brunette, Nicole, sitting across from me.
“Well, we were monogamous the first year we dated. I think it’s important to establish a relationship first before opening it up. But we’re both in our early twenties and we knew when we first met that we were way too young to be strictly monogamous.”
“I don’t like to share,” says Sadie. “Being with a couple is one thing, but being in a couple and bringing in another? I couldn’t do it.”
“So you both date other people separately,” I ask. “Other girls I know who are in open relationships often say the funny thing about it, is the more you date other people, the more you appreciate your relationship and the less you want to date others.”
“It’s funny you mention that,” says Geneva, looking at me with her clear, bright eyes and pretty freckled skin. “My man will meet one of the guys I am dating and he’ll tell me later, ‘That guy’s not up to your level.’ He does it in a really sweet way, too. It isn’t like he’s trying to put down the guy out of jealousy, he truly wants me to be with men who respect and appreciate me.”
“I’m jealous,” says Sadie. “I want that!”
“Well, darling, anyone as cute as you are, anytime,” Geneva says with a flirtatious smile, completely in her power.
“Me, too,” says Nicole with a fetching smile.
“It isn’t easy. You have to communicate a lot for it to work. I mean, sure, I have buttons that can be pushed and I can get jealous. Like if he dates a petite blonde - everything I am not - it’s hard not to feel a little jealous. But you talk about it, work through it, and grow. So far, it’s worked for us.”
This is why I enjoy bringing bisexual women together for conversation, friendship and support. Some of the girls who came to the brunch are monogamous, others are in open relationships, and some are looking for a combination of both. Simply meeting other women who are creating successful new kinds of committed relationships helps girls to realize there are many options for love. Although some bi-women are content with traditional monogamous relationships, others are searching for something more. By taking a risk and inviting strangers to brunch, bi-women are finding each other and discovering supportive friends.
As always, after the brunch I received over 30 e-mails from Seattle girls who want to attend the next event in Seattle. If you are in Seattle, and curious about meeting other bi-girls, I encourage you to join the private, free community site the Bliss Warrior team built this year, Hotel Bliss. Seattle girls are checking in and would like to meet you. (CLICK HERE to apply for membership.)
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING ABOUT OTHER BLISS BRUNCHES:
NOT SEEKING BARBIE - Tales From the San Diego Brunch
WHY INVITING BI-GIRLS TO BRUNCH IS THE BEST
FROM TOMBOYS TO FAB FEMME GIRLS - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 1
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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TOMORROW ON BLISS WARRIOR: OUR GUEST BLOGGER, V., RETURNS WITH PART FOUR OF HER SERIALIZED BLOG, AND THEN THERE WERE TWO. THE TRUE STORY OF HER RELATIONSHIP WITH HER MAN AND THE WOMEN HE INTRODUCED HER TO.
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A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO THE MARVELOUS LACIVIOUS FOR HOSTING YET ANOTHER SUCCESSFUL BRUNCH FOR BI-GIRLS IN ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO. WE LOVE YOU, DARLING, FOR BRINGING BEAUTIFUL BI-WOMEN TOGETHER FOR FRIENDSHIP, COMMUNITY AND FLIRTATIOUS FUN!
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She Danced Into My Fairytale - Part Three - A Baby Bi-Girl Shares Her First Time
Written by Jungle Jane on July 29, 2008 – 7:13 am -JUNGLE JANE returns with Part Three of the story of her first time with a woman. Missed the first two parts? CLICK HERE to read Part One and CLICK HERE to read Part Two. Enjoy! XOXO BLISS WARRIOR
Saturday morning the ballerina was the first thing on my mind. My man and I had our coffee and breakfast together and he headed out to work in the yard. I took a walk down to Danya’s. I had to talk to a girl. I was overflowing from the night before. My face was blushed and I was silly with excitement for this human. I slipped into Danya’s little house and fell onto a pile of pillows on her floor. She knew.
She put the water onto boil for tea and told me how sweet the two of us looked next to the fire the night before. “I knooooow,” I said. “I wanna go see her now. She’s soooo pretty and magical and electric.”
“I knew it,” she said. “I told you.”
“You were sooo right! How did you know?”
“I just know,” she said with heavy eyes. “Pussy is incredible you know? It’s addicting. Men kill for it. It’s like a temple. You’ll want to worship there.”
“Oh, God, D., I wanna go see her now,” I said hugging the pillows. “But I have to be cool. Shit! How do I be cool?”
“Yeah, nobody likes heavy things,” she said wisely. “Here!” She threw a stack of Goddess Tarot Cards at me and said, “Shuffle these and pick one.”
“I don’t want to,” I said not wanting to jinx anything.
“Do it,” she demanded. “The cards never lie.”
She was the boss. I did as she said and picked the quiet goddess card. She told me to be peaceful and meditative. “Pick another,” she said. I picked the courage goddess, Freyja. Freyja told me to be bold and brave and take the chance. Freya rode on a heavenly chariot pulled by cats. “There you go! That’s the one,” Danya said with a wink and a stir of her tea. “Go ahead and pick one more, you can never pick too many.” I picked the protection goddess. She told me not to worry. She advised me to take a moment to breathe, be silent, and “be cool”. Do what is natural and do not hesitate for the goddesses got my back.
Just then, Danya’s sweet friend Pamela showed up and wanted to go for a swim in the pools. We walked down the path, untied our sarongs and dove in. We practiced a little silence like the first card said and let the cold spring water rejuvenate our nude bodies.
In my silence, I did not notice the ballerina coming down the trails. I looked up and there she was, smiling right in front of me. The look on my face was priceless. I couldn’t hold her gaze; I had to look away. She was with her man and they were heading up to the Queen’s Pool. Danya invited her to come back to join us when she was done. I could barely look at her, when I did she was smiling at me. I was floating on water. Danya flashed me her instigator grin and clued Pamela in on the story so she didn’t feel left out. “How exiting!” she gasped with the prettiest grin. She confessed that she too had a crush on her girlfriend. How lucky I was to be sitting with such classy, sexy, elder ladies who understand and love women so thoroughly?!
I was enjoying our conversation when the ballerina snuck up from behind, sat right up against me, and kissed my cheek. I leaned into her and fell right into the erotic energy left over from the night before. I was in Heaven. Danya and Pamela felt like taking naps so I suggested that we all four take a trip to the “Dragon Tree” in the “Groovy Grass.” I decided to bring a picnic, some polish, some smoke, a blanket and pillows. Who could resist a plan like that? Not the ballerina.
We gathered up our things and headed toward the tall iron wood tree that stands solid like the spine of a good man while her branches curve down as if cradling the earth below. Under her branches, the ladies got comfy for their naps.
You know I wasn’t sleepy. The ballerina wasn’t sleepy either. I untied my sarong and ran out into the bouncy field. I threw myself onto my back feeling like a little girl. She came running after and fell next to my side. Two beautiful nude women under the sun, invisible in the grass. Our bodies connected. My arm under her neck. Her head on my shoulder. Her arm around my waist. Her leg over my legs. She wrapped herself around me and a blast of masculinity shot through my body in a way I had never experienced before. I knew I had a masculine side, but I had never felt it in its entirety until she curled up next to me the way I curl up to my man.
I kissed her head and each one of her fingertips. Whispers of woooow were repeated. Heavy breathing and neck kisses and cheek kisses. Her fingers were so small. The same size of my own. We sat up and looked at each other and talked about how wonderful the night before had been and how perfect the moment felt. We gazed into each other’s eyes and fell back into our grassy nest.
I propped my head up with my hand so that I could get a proper view of her perfect breasts. I could still taste them from the night before. I squeezed her nipples between my thumb and finger and told her how immaculate they were. I placed the tip of my tongue on the tip of her breast and fell into infancy as I sucked her perked dark pink nipple into my mouth. A fantasy, no longer a fantasy.
I opened my mouth and explored her entire breast with my tongue. I started to feel like I was getting lost in my own bliss, so I looked up at her and said, “I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. Is this all okay?”
“Of course,” she said. We both sat up to catch a breeze and to make sure that it was all really happening.
“It’s hot,” I said.
“Well, yeah,” she says. “It’s hot, but…..of course, it’s hot.” We smile at each other and fall back into our grassy nest.
“I want to make love to you,” I said as I kissed her soft belly. She didn’t say anything. “We can take it as slow as you want, but that’s what I want. Maybe not today, maybe in the moonlight, but definitely here,” I said as I rub her down with my hands.
“Well, we’re here now,” she said with her hands covering her eyes. She then lifted her head up to see my face. My stomach flipped.
I brought my face up to meet hers. “I kissed a girl when I was thirteen years old, but I have never kissed a woman.”
“Me either,” she said and kissed my cheek. We leaned in and our lips met very softly. Slowly we pressed our lips together. Mmm. We moaned and released. We leaned in again, this time with open mouths so our tongues could meet. Her mouth felt so tiny.
I reached my hand down to touch her opening with the tip of my finger. She was dripping wet and I was melting. I kissed her and started sliding my finger inside of her soft body. I slipped all the way in and she smiled and covered her eyes. One slick investigating finger and I felt like I was fingering myself. I pulled out and added one. Two fingers. I pulled out and added one. Three fingers. She was soaking wet all over my hand. I was sliding in and out in a fast rhythm that slow danced with her hips. I didn’t want her to come so I pulled out my three fingers and held them up to the sunlight. They glistened. I spread them out to see the juice string from one finger to the other. Clear, slick, fucking gorgeous juice. She reached up to touch them and said, “Wooow, that’s beautiful.” I licked the juice off one of my fingers and had her lick her juice from the other two.
I sat up and began to kiss my way way down the ballerina’s belly. I reached the top of her sex and kissed the tip and took a deep breath of her beautiful scent and rubbed my cheeks against her inner thighs, and ran my nose down her clitoris and barely tasted her juice. Maybe she thought I was nervous so she told me to take my time. I wasn’t nervous at all, but in no way was I going to rush the experience.
She tasted like rose water. She smelled like a girl. I pressed my nose against her clitoris and she responded with pressure asking me to dive in. I ran the width of my tongue up from the base of her pussy to the hood of her clit and around and around. I licked the side of her labia up and down, fast and slow, and in small circles feeling her grow in my mouth. I licked the other side up and down, fast and slow and in little circles feeling her grown even larger. Then I sucked her entire clit into my mouth and did to her what I dream of a woman doing to me.
She tried to sit up to watch. I can understand that, but I wanted her relaxed on her back. So I slipped a finger inside. You know you can’t sit up with that. She fell back and I brought the girl to climax in my mouth. I pulled my mouth back to see her juice. Thicker this time. I opened my mouth so she could see her juice on my tongue. I kissed her deeply and fell into her arms.
She let me give like I wanted to give and held me like I needed to be held. We laid there in amazement and throbs of bliss. Catching our breath for more.
TO BE CONTINUED…
JUNGLE JANE
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ENJOY THIS POST? READ OTHER ARTICLES FROM GUEST BLOGGER JUNGLE JANE:
CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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MEMBERS OF HOTEL BLISS CAN VISIT JUNGLE JANE IN HER HOTEL ROOM BY CLICKING HERE. MAKE SURE TO LET HER KNOW HOW MUCH YOU ENJOY HER WORDS. XOXO BLISS
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FROM GUEST BLOGGER V.:
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO -
A SERIALIZED TRUE STORY OF A GIRL, HER MAN, AND THE LOVER HE INTRODUCED HER TO:
CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, and CHAPTER THREE - “A LITTLE PATIENCE FOR SPANKING THE INTELLECT”
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FROM GUEST BLOGGER, DAPHNE:
DATING DAPHNE: MY FIRST DATE WITH A SADO-MASOCHIST
PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
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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:
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 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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HAVE AN EVENT FOR BI-WOMEN YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO PROMOTE? E-MAIL ME AT BLISS@BLISSWARRIOR.COM.
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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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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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SHALL WE PLAY A GAME?
Written by Miss Bliss on May 7, 2008 – 9:40 am -For my 33rd birthday, I decided to have a slumber party. I invited my six sexiest bi-girl friends and told them they had to come in lingerie. These friends did not know one another, but they trusted me to invite girls like them: smart, sexy, savvy bi-girls.
My man and I spent an entire week getting the apartment ready for the big fest. I covered the floor in red and purple satin cushions and balloons draped ribbons from the ceiling. Candles were everywhere and the music playlist was just right - setting the stage for a sensational event. It was the slumber party I couldn’t have imagined as a little girl, but always wished could happen as an adult.
But before the girls could come to the party, I asked them to help me plan for the main event: THE GAME.
Even when girls know each other are bi, it is tricky to feel comfortable enough to be their open, flirtatious selves until they feel they KNOW the other girls. Many bi-girls are not used to being the aggressor, so they can be shy even when they are with other open girls. With my man’s assistance, we created a game to help my friends get to know one another while ensuring the conversation did not revolve around boring small talk.
A few days before the party, I e-mailed each of the girls three questions and asked them to e-mail me their answers before the day of the party.
The questions were:
1. WHAT IS THE NAUGHTIEST THING YOU’VE EVER DONE?
2. WHAT IS A FANTASY THAT YOU HAVE MASTURBATED TO?
3. HOW DO YOU COME? (OR, WHAT MAKES YOU CLIMAX?)
Each girl sent me their answers, and I printed them out in the same font onto individual index cards. When the girls arrived, we began to play the game.
The first round was, “What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?”
We sat on the satin cushions in a circle, and the first girl picked one of the index cards and read the answer printed on it. She then had to guess who had written the answer. If she guessed right, she got to dare the girl to do something. If she guessed incorrectly, the girl who wrote the answer got to dare her to do something.
It was incredibly fun and interesting to contrast first impressions with the daring, sexy and hot answers on the cards. Did the shy blonde have sex with a coworker on the conference table during lunch? Did the vivacious, bubbly brunette cut school to make out with her best friend?
Soon, the girls felt like they knew each other very well. And, the dares became more and more daring.
Let’s just say… we never got to round 3.
1. WANT TO PLAY THE GAME?
Starting next Monday, we are playing the game at Hotel Bliss. If you are already a member, log in and e-mail me with your answer to the first question, “What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?” If you aren’t a member yet, click here and sign up to be a beta tester at the Hotel Bliss slumber party. Membership is completely and totally free to all fabulous females.
Obviously, we cannot dare each other to do things in the cyber-world, but this is an excellent way to get to know other bi and bi-friendly girls in a new and fun way. Besides, you may just learn how naughty you and the girls around you, really are!
2. ENCOURAGE OTHERS TO JOIN THE GAME
We already have a bunch of Hotel Bliss guests who are game to play. You can help encourage others to play by commenting here saying you are in the game, too.
3. DO NOT POST YOUR ANSWER HERE AS IT WILL GIVE THE ANSWER AWAY.
E-mail me your answer to the first question through the hotel or directly to bliss@blisswarrior.com ASAP. The sooner I receive your answer, the faster you will be in the game.
4. THE GAME STARTS MONDAY, MAY 12th.
Starting next Monday, I will post one answer a day along with five of the participant names. By checking out the five girls hotel rooms can you figure out which girl wrote the answer? The first girl to guess who wrote the answer will be highlighted as a Hotel Bliss Goddess and, if they desire, they can ask a “truth” question to the author of the answer. Each day a new answer will be posted, along with five new participants, until we’ve posted them all and are ready for question number two.
Don’t be shy, girls. We all want to answer the question, “How do I meet a bi-girl?” The Hotel Bliss Party Game is the best way to get to know other bi-girls and make new fabulous friends.
Comment here to show you are game and encourage your friends to do the same.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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BEEN WONDERING WHERE BLISS HAS BEEN THIS LAST WEEK? I’VE BEEN MOVING TO A LOVELY 1920′S HOLLYWOOD COTTAGE, WITH A SWEET YARD FULL OF JASMINE AND HUMMINGBIRDS. MY MAN, MY CATS AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER, BUT I AM GLAD TO BE BACK AT WORK!
XOXOXOXOX BW
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TOMORROW: JUNGLE JANE RETURNS WITH A NEW POST ON BEING A BABY BI-GIRL
FRIDAY: FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORIES RETURN WITH FOLLOW MY RULES, PART II
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CANADIAN GIRLS GET READY - BLISS IS COMING TO TORONTO THE FIRST WEEK OF JUNE. WANT TO BRUNCH? E-MAIL ME AT BLISS@BLISSWARRIOR.COM.
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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?
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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.
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