FOLLOW MY RULES - PART II
Written by Miss Bliss on May 16, 2008 – 1:30 pm -ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY BY BLISS WARRIOR TO HELP YOU SLEEP MORE SOUNDLY
This is part 2 of a two part story. Missed Follow My Rules Part I? CLICK HERE to catch up.
“My martinis are better than any restaurants.”
“Really,” you ask, aware of his need to impress you. “How lucky for me to have such a talented bartender.” Your tone is mildly flirtatious although your body language is not.
The black-haired beauty is suddenly hopeful, eager for you to see what she sees in her man. “Everyone says he makes the best martini in the city and he’s not even a bartender.”
He hands you the perfectly shaken drink into a long martini glass with three olives on a long plastic spear. “It certainly looks perfect,” you say and feel his tension. It is so easy to throw him off-guard and you enjoy each moment. You take a sip and open your eyes up to his with deep fascination. “Wow. This really is a perfect martini. Just dirty enough for a girl like me.”
Smiling, he shares the secret of his drink. “It’s not just the vodka, which naturally, has to be the smoothest vodka. But what really gives it that distinct taste is the olives. I tried hundreds of olives until I found the perfect taste.”
“He really did,” she gushes. “We must have been drunk for weeks trying out different olives for the martinis!” She comes up behind him, wraps her arms around his waist, and squeezes him tightly. Her love for him is so true that your darkness towards him softens slightly.
“You two seem like you have a lot of fun together.” Wandering around the small living room in their tiny apartment, you study the pictures of them on vacation, getting married, in a group photo with her family members. There aren’t any pictures of his family which makes you curious about him for the first time. In every photo she glows and he is expressionless.
“Are you going to show me the bedroom,” you ask, taking control once more.
“Don’t you want to finish your drink,” she asks, confused that you aren’t following the normal protocol.
“Are drinks not allowed in the bedroom,” you say with a teasing voice.
“Oh, of course they are! I just thought you might want to….” Her voice trails up and she looks up at her man to see if he has the words to complete her thought.
His jaw clenches slightly and you smile to yourself. Did he think a well-mixed drink would change the rules? Silly boy. As far as you are concerned nothing would change the agreement you set just thirty minutes before in the café. Both of you can touch her, but you won’t touch him and he is not allowed to touch you.
He gestures to the door and you open it to reveal their small but romantic bedroom. The walls are a deep emerald green and the bed is large compared to the size of the room, covered in a jewel-toned velvet quilt. It is beautiful and inviting and you tell them so.
“He found the quilt in an antique shop in Connecticut – isn’t it gorgeous? - and we designed the room together around that.”
“Your man has great taste,” you say, like he isn’t in the room with you. In the corner, facing the bed, is a small purple velvet chair. You turn to him and say, “Have a seat.” At first he doesn’t move and looks to her. She shrugs and smiles nervously and he sits. “I want you to get on the bed with me.” Looking over at him, he nods, and she climbs onto the bed with you. “I am going to undress your wife now. You are not allowed to leave that chair until I say so.”
He looks like he is about to object, but decides to keep quiet. Turning to her, your voice changes, becomes gentler and sweeter than it has been all night. “Do you know how badly I have wanted to see your petite and perfect body? From the minute I saw you sitting in that café, I looked forward to this moment.” Slowly, you unbutton her lace shirt, taking time to let your fingers linger on each bit of flesh the opened buttons revealed. Before you slide the shirt off of her, you slowly open it to reveal a black bra with embroidered roses. “What a stunning bra. And, your breasts are just perfect.”
“Really,” she asks. “Thank you.” She seems shocked by your complements.
“I’ve always wanted a girl to see how perfect my wife is.” His interruption annoys you and for a moment you want to gag him, but you know this would freak her out. Instead, you choose to ignore him and remove her shirt. Her tummy is a little round but is scrumptious. You kiss her bellybutton and she moans. Your tongue traces a circle around it and slowly you lick a line up the middle of her body until you reach her bra.
“You taste sweet and smell amazing.”
“Thank you.” Her eyes glow with adoration of you and you feel him getting more insecure and tense, which almost makes you giggle.
She reaches around you to take off your sweater and you stop her. “Not yet, sweet girl. I want to see you first. Turn around.” She turns, and you find the zipper to her pencil tight skirt, pull it off and release her firm, round behind. Wearing a simple black lace g-string and lace-topped thigh-high stockings, she is simply delicious. Kneeling behind her, you wrap your arms around her and cusp her full breasts through her bra in your hands. You kiss her neck and she moans. Bringing your mouth up to her ear, you whisper to her a command. Facing her man, she follows your direction and says to him quietly, as if she can barely get the words out, “I want to see your cock.”
Shock registers on his face. It is obvious that she is not used to telling him what to do during sex. Quickly, the wry almost handsome smile is back and he unzips his pants and frees his already hard, surprisingly large self from containment. You whisper another order into her ear and she giggles. “I can’t say that without laughing,” she says under her breath. You move your right hand down to her lace g-string, and slide your fingers beneath it. She is so wet and ready, you know she will do anything you ask. She is already enjoying this more than she expected and you are certain he is fascinated by seeing a new side to his girl. Touching her as lightly as you can, you make her involuntarily push into you, wanting to be touched deeper, harder, faster – but you do not give her what she wants. Instead, you whisper the command once more.
This time, she says, “I want you to touch yourself and…” She shakes her head. You stop touching her even lightly. “And, after she gets me ready, I want you to take me up the ass.”
“What,” he says.
“You heard her,” you say, and you command her to get on her hands and knees. She does and you pull the tiny underwear off of her and throw them into his lap with a challenging smile. Looking right into his eyes, you keep your right hand on her wet clit and hold up your left hand, you lick your index finger to thoroughly wet it.
A whisper in her ear and she says to him, “Tell her to get me ready for your cock.”
“Is that what you want,” he asks, stroking his cock and beginning to enjoy the game.
“That’s what I want,” she says between breaths as you give her hardening clit more direct attention.
“Get her ready,” he says, with a gruff voice.
A light bite to her right butt cheek, then a light bite to the left, and she cries out. You bury your face between her and begin to lightly lick in the most delicate of places. Treating her opening like it is her pussy, you start by gently circling the opening with your tongue. At first she is nervous, wary of how she may smell or taste, so completely unprepared for this new sensation. As your right hand keeps vibrating her clit, she begins to press her behind into your face, wanting more, and you give it to her.
Your tongue finds the opening and penetrates her. She moans loudly and you pull your tongue out and direct her to tell him what you are doing to her. Again, you enter her with your tongue, darting it in and out, getting her used to the sensation of being fucked lightly. She says quietly, “She’s fucking my ass with her tongue.” Both he and you are surprised by the dirtiness of her words. You didn’t think she would go there this fast and you are impressed.
She is opening up to your tongue, expanding, getting ready for more force, so you pull back and lick one of your left fingers. Dripping wet with saliva, you circle her opening with your finger, teasing her with what it next. “Tell him what you want,” you say. “Tell him now.”
A moan, more panting, and finally the words escape her lips. “I want her fingers to fuck my ass.”
“Is that what you want,” he asks, still stroking himself, slowly, thoroughly.
“I want it!”
“She wants it,” he says to you, with more gentleness in his eyes than you’ve seen all night. He is beginning to like you.
Slowly, you let the first knuckle of your index finger enter her. She is tight but quickly relaxes around you as you keep vibrating her clit with the right. Soon, her body opens and you go deeper. She gasps. Moving your finger in a small, slow circle, she expands, and even starts moving forward and back, encouraging you to fuck her faster, deeper. You do for awhile until you ask him, “Do you think it’s time for another finger?”
“I think it’s time.”
Pulling out your index finger, you place it next to the middle one, and re-enter her. A gasp and then a moan and then she says, “Oh, yes. Oh, she is fucking my ass so good.” You go in and out faster now and are amazed by the warm wetness there. She expands even more and you add a third finger. In and out and out and in and her pussy is dripping all over your other hand. She is loving this and you focus your concentration on her pleasure. “I’m getting close,” she says.
“Should I make her come,” you ask him.
“Yes,” he says so quietly you barely hear him.
“I will only do it if you promise to change places with me and let me watch you fuck her ass.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
With energy and desire, your hands move at faster and faster speeds. She is panting moaning, shifting herself back and forth to get closer and closer. With three fingers in her, you make wide circles, then go in and out and back to circles. “Yes,” she says. “Yes.” And soon, her back is covered in sweat and she is shaking, gasping, moaning and collapses onto her stomach, grabbing your hands in hers. “No more,” she manages to say. “I just came too hard.”
“No more,” you ask with a laugh. “Sweet girl, that was just my turn. Your man gets his turn now and I know you won’t disappoint us.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he says, rising from the chair. You step off the bed, still completely dressed, and switch places with him. Neither of you touch or will touch, but something has shifted between you. A silent mutual respect and understanding lingers between you, as you watch him reclaim her.
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISS WARRIOR:
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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JUST ANOTHER GIRL ON THE TRAIN
AN EXCERPT FROM DIRTY GIRLS: EROTICA FOR WOMEN
Written by Miss Bliss on April 4, 2008 – 10:29 am - Dearest Readers,
Rachel Kramer Bussel is a prolific erotica writer, editor, journalist, and blogger. She has edited or coedited more than twenty anothologies, including Glamour Girls: Femme/Femme Erotica, Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionism, She’s on Top, and many others. Her newest book is Dirty Girls: Erotica For Women available on Amazon.com. I hope you enjoy this taste of all the goodies inside the latest collection of erotica she edited. If you do, pick up a copy of her book.
XOXOXOXXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
FROM JUST ANOTHER GIRL ON THE TRAIN BY CATHERINE LUNDOFF
At first, there wasn’t much to see. Just maids cleaning the rooms and someone opening the curtains before they left for the day. She walked down a little further and found a tiny deserted courtyard between the buildings facing the hotel. She looked up at closed and shuttered windows, then walked over to press her back against the wall and stared up at the hotel.
The courtyard smelled like garbage and pee, and she had just told herself she was nuts and needed to leave for the third time when the curtains on one of the fourth-floor windows opened. The woman from the subway looked out as a man’s hands reached around her and started unbuttoning her shirt. She still looked anxious, gnawing her lip as he kissed her neck and shoulder.
Then her eyes closed, and from the alley, she could see his hands on her breasts, her blouse parting under his fingers. It was almost as if she could feel his hands on her own breasts, and she squeezed them experimentally, thumbing her nipples through her blouse and bra to feel something of what the woman in the window must be feeling. The unaccustomed sensation almost tore a moan from her throat. Clearly, it had been a while since anyone had touched her like that.
She could see the man’s hands unfastening the woman’s pants, pulling them down, then bending her backward into a kiss. The woman in the window clutched at him, her hands obviously desperate, even from such a distance. A hot stab went through the watching woman, releasing the wetness inside her so that it ran down her thighs, so that she didn’t think she could bear not being touched. She stuck her hand down her pants, her eyes fixed on the hotel window.
She was amazingly, wrenchingly wet and empty. Her fingers were never going to be enough to fill all that, but she did the best she could and slid them inside herself. Above her in the window, the man was working his way inside the woman from behind; she could see it on her face, even from here. The other woman’s eyes closed, her mouth open and gasping. She thrust back against her lover, taking him in.
For a moment, the woman in the alley closed her eyes too as she rocked forward on her fingers, picturing herself in the window. Her fingertips brushed her clit, and the sensation almost made her scream. She bit her lip, circling her aroused flesh with her thumb. For a wild moment, she thought about taking off her jeans, but that was too much. Instead she leaned against the bricks and rubbed herself to orgasm with a muffled moan.
Her legs hadn’t stopped shaking when she looked up. This time, the woman in the window met her gaze. She could see the man reach around and slip his hand between her thighs. The woman frowned down at her before she caught her breath, before she turned back, yielding to the insistence of the man’s hand and dick.
The frown had been enough to shake her back to reality. She zipped up her jeans again, feeling somehow elated and ashamed all at once. The she walked away down the alleyway, her stride brisk and businesslike as she headed back to the subway.
That was the beginning of turning voyeur.
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TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on February 22, 2008 – 6:43 pm -this blog is not appropriate for anyone under the age of 18.
It is late, later than you normally go out, but you didn’t want to arrive early. Walking through velvet curtains, you walk slowly behind your man, letting him protect you as you adjust to the dim lighting. Music blasts and as your eyes adjust to the darkness, you begin to see the shapes of people dancing.
“Maybe we should go,” you say. Entering a roomful of strangers makes you anxious, and your heart beats faster.
He turns to face you and pulls you close to him. “Everything’s fine. I will protect you. No one will come near you.” You hug him back and feel safer. He leads you past the group of fifty or so dancers and you keep your eyes on him. You have never felt so shy.
The two of you slip into a velvet booth with a candlelit table. This is your first time at a sex party and you are exited and scared. Excited, because you have never really met other bisexual women, but scared, because you are young - only 22 - and have no idea what to expect.
He pours the wine you brought and you drink a little too fast, as your eyes take in the scene. The party has been going on for hours and you are shocked by how many girls are partially dressed or completely nude. Some of them are so pretty you wonder if you belong there. One tall brunette wears a beaded corset with garters and your become fixated on her beauty. Three girls are dancing with her, all obviously attracted to her olive skin and deep, black eyes lined in gold glitter.
“She’s gorgeous. You have great taste,” says your man.
“She’s ridiculous,” you say. “Too perfect for me.”
“Now who’s being ridiculous,” he asks. “There is no girl here prettier than you.”
You smile at him but cannot believe his words. Small and petite, curvy and femme, you know you are pretty - but not drop dead gorgeous like the brunette.
He fills your wine glass a second time and again, you drink fast; wanting to be drunk, wanting the edges to blur just a little, wanting to feel like you belong with the beautiful girls.
“She just looked at you.”
“She did,” you ask, but cannot get yourself to look over at her. “Are you sure?”
“She just did again! You should look back at her and smile.”
You look up and catch her eye. She smiles and you turn away immediately. Foolish and immature, you feel like a fifth grader. He kisses your cheek and you smile again. The mixture of alcohol and the smell of his sweet skin relax you and make you feel a bit more courageous.
This time you look at her as she dances with the girls around her. You wait - admiring her beauty - and then, once more, she turns and looks right at you. This time you smile first and she waves a small hello. Under the table, he squeezes your hand proudly.
You are about to wave back, when a couple interrupts you. “Hello,” says the guy, an ordinary looking 30ish man with his nervous wife trailing slightly behind him. “I’m Greg and this is Meg.” She waves hi. “Can we join you,” he asks and you want to say no, you want to say you were just going to get a drink, but before a word gets out the two of them have joined you in the booth.
“Is this your first time,” asks Meg, who looks a lot like a substitute teacher. Wide-eyed and witless, she says, “We haven’t seen you here before and some newbies need a warm welcome. We’ve given lots of new couples a tour of the place. Introduce them to some of the regulars. Would you like that? We could give you a tour of the back room.”
The back room? Nothing sounds more scary or revolting and you worry the brunette may see the four of you together and think you are already negotiating terms for sexual play. Reading your mind, your boyfriend comes to your rescue and says, “I hate to be rude, but we were just going to use the bathroom….”
“Oh, that’s okay,” says Greg, immediately understanding their offer has been gently turned down.
“Pleasure to meet you,” you say, as you escape the booth. You try not to let your mind imagine what these two have done at other parties. The picture is not pretty and you chase it out of your mind as he leads you to the restrooms.
There are two unisex bathrooms and a long line that the two of you join. As you approach the end of the line you are delighted to see that at the very end of the line is someone you recognize: the brunette. Only, this time, she is alone with a rather obvious space between her and the naked round man in line in front of her.
He makes sure you are next in line behind her and you notice your heart racing again. She turns and flashes that brilliant smile again. You smile back and you maintain eye contact for a few seconds. Never have you been so close to such a warm, beautiful girl and known she was into girls.
She leans down so her lips are close to your ears and asks in the sexiest voice you’ve ever heard, “What is your name?”
You turn and say your name and she says, “Your name is as lovely as you are. My name is boring.” She tells you her name.
Her name is boring so you say - feeling high on the attention and the rapidly drunk wine - “May I call you Ravishing? Because that’s what you are.”
“Oh, my, but you are a such a sweet girl.” She then looks over your shoulder and asks, “Are you going to introduce me to your man, darling?” and you laugh, apologize, and then, introduce them. He is a perfect gentleman and she is charmed by the two of you.
Every now and then your flirtatious conversation is interrupted as the line creeps closer to the bathroom. When the brunette gets to the front of the line, she turns to your man and whispers something in his ear and goes into the bathroom. As you hear the door lock, he smiles and then whispers in your ear, “She wants us to wait for her when she gets out.”
“Really,” you ask. “Does that mean she’s into us?”
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In the same booth as before, the three of you sit close together, you happy to be between two gorgeous people: one you love and one you just met.
He says, “My girlfriend is so beautiful, isn’t she?”
The brunette says, as she touches your thigh, “She is stunning. The prettiest girl here tonight.”
“She is,” he agrees. “Do you know this beautiful girl has never kissed a girl?”
“Never,” she asks. “Oh, poor, darling. I think that’s something we can fix.” She moves her face very close into you and asks, “May I kiss you?”
She kisses you and tastes like clean, fresh water. Her lips are soft, smooth and small and you kiss her back. Your right hand holds his hand and he squeezes it with pride. Her tongue opens your lips and enters your mouth and you kiss her deep. When you part, you turn to your man and say, “She is amazing.”
“You are amazing,” he says, and kisses you. You kiss him back, fast, furious, passionately, as her hand crawls up your thigh and finds your lace panties. You spread your legs wider, hungry for her to touch you, and completely forgetting the people all around you.
Her fingers go up and under the lace and soon she has found your most intimate self. Only a woman who has pleasured herself many times can so easily and expertly find your favorite places. Her hand could be yours and in your eagerness to show her how amazing she is, your right hand finds her thigh as your left finds his.
Turning to kiss her, then back to him — while finding his hard self with the left and her wet self with the right — the three of you are fully dressed but moving together all under the table. If others notice, they don’t show it. Enough naked sex is happening on the dance floor to keep the voyeurs occupied.
You stroke him, she strokes you, while you stroke her back. All three of you together in feeling, anticipation, passion and pleasure. She whispers “three-way kiss” into your ear and you repeat the message to him. Without stopping the touching you rearrange yourselves until the three of you can kiss. His tongue into your mouth, then hers, than his in hers, and hers in yours and yours in his…
You imagined with him how good it would be but you had no idea. Until Now.
You pull away from their lips and whisper that you are close. She says, “Want to come with me, beauty?” You nod, your hands moving rapidly against both of them, bringing them closer. Her hand moves faster on you and harder and faster and harder than you could ever do yourself. You tell her to continue by touching her harder and faster, mimicking her movements.
“Wait,” he says, and gives you a look.
Instantly, you remember where you are. This isn’t what you and your man discussed. You don’t want to have your first time here, in this kind of place. The connection is too special.
You turn to her and ask, “Would you like to go somewhere else?”
Her eyes light up. “I would love to.”
He stands up and helps you both out of the booth.
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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If you enjoyed this work of erotic fiction, you may also enjoy:
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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SHE’S A PERFECT GENTLEMAN & SHE’S PACKIN’
Written by Miss Bliss on January 29, 2008 – 3:07 pm -
“I dated the cutest butch girl,” Melissa says with a smile. “I’m a girly-girl and usually into feminine women, but this girl was so hot.”
It is a cool winter morning in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and five beautiful bisexual women have gathered for brunch, community, and conversation. This brunch is notable because this is the first brunch where all the attendees are experienced bi-girls with many stories to share.
“She really is the cutest lesbian I’ve ever seen,” says Melissa’s friend, Kairrie, a joyful and sparkling blonde. “When this girl goes out with us to a bar or a club, she wears a full tuxedo with a bow-tie and everything. But, what kills us, is she has the whole boy look from the hair, the clothes, the shoes… but, she wears full make-up. She’s the cutest boy and the cutest girl at the same time.”
Jackie has long blonde hair that pours down her back and cleavage artfully accentuated in a black plunging neckline. “God, what is up with the girls who wrap up their boobs and squash them down? I’m like, ‘You’re such a beautiful woman! Don’t hide your gorgeous breasts!’”
Kairrie looks down at Jackie’s bountiful chest, and says with a flirtatious giggle, “Goodness, speaking of gorgeous breasts…”
“Why thank you,” Jackie says.
“But it wasn’t just the tuxedo that made this girl so hot,” Melissa steers the conversation back to her original story. “Whenever we went out, she was the perfect gentleman. She opened every door, pulled out every chair, and wouldn’t let me pay for a thing. Not even a drink at the bar.”
“You haven’t told the best part,” Kairrie says. “When this girl went out, she was always packin’.”
“What does ‘packin’ mean,” asks Geneva, another fiercely intelligent, long-haired beauty.
“It means she goes out with a dildo in her underwear, right,” I ask. “They sell flaccid dildos now at sex stores for girls who want to go out with a special secret.”
“Oh, but this wasn’t flaccid,” says Melissa. “She didn’t just drop a dildo into her panties and go. She wore her strap-on and was ready to take me whenever she wanted.”
“It was erect,” I ask. “How’d she wear that thing around without poking into people?”
“She wore it down her left pant leg, so when we danced together, I could feel how hard she was for me.”
“Really,” I asked shocked. “She could dance with a strap-on?”
“She’s an amazing girl,” says Melissa.
“Speaking of butch lesbians,” says Jackie. “My Mom is uptight. She knows I’m a bi-swinger, and that’s fine with her, she just doesn’t want to know anything about it. That’s fine, but sometimes, what you don’t know can get you into trouble. My mom is really active as a referee for softball, basketball, and soccer and she’s straight.”
“Wait,” I say, “you said she’s a softball referee and isn’t lesbian?”
“Nope. The rest of them are, but she is not. She’s cool with lesbians and everything, but doesn’t know a thing about lesbian culture. That’s fine, except her ignorance almost got her into trouble. One night after the game, the lesbians ask my mom to join them for a drink. They go out drinking and when they are about to leave the bar, they ask my mom if she’d like to come home with them and make a Daisy Chain.”
The table erupts in laughter. “Does your mom know what a Daisy Chain is?”
“Nooooo,” Jackie says emphatically. “She has no idea it’s an invitation to a sex party.”
“Did she go,” I ask.
“Oh my God,” says Kairrie, “can you imagine?”
“Oh, no. She had to get up early for work the next morning, so she excused herself. But the next day she calls me and asks me what a Daisy Chain is. My jaw drops to the floor. I ask her why she wants to know, and she tells me the whole story. I cannot stop laughing. ‘What does it mean,’ she asks, and I say, ‘Are you certain you want to know?’ Because I am honest and I will tell her the truth but only if she really wants to hear it. She says, ‘Tell me,’ so I say, ‘Well, Mom, all the girls get around in a circle and each girl pleasures the next girl and no one is left out.’”
“What did your mom say,” I ask.
“‘She said, ‘Oh, I thought they were going to make baskets or garden or something…’”
We laugh and the conversation continues as Kairrie goes to the counter to get us another round of chai lattes.
XOXOXOOXXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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Dearest Bliss Warriors,
So sorry I was unable to post yesterday. I am in New Mexico and altitude sickness knocked me out yesterday. Now, I’m drinking water and feeling much better. xoxoxoxo BW
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THIS SATURDAY NIGHT WE ARE GOING DANCING IN LOS ANGELES.
WANT TO JOIN US? EMAIL ME AT BLISS@BLISSWARRIOR.COM.
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WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
Written by Miss Bliss on January 11, 2008 – 12:20 am -It is Friday night, and for some of you, tonight will be a night of delight.
She will meet you for a cocktail at the lounge twenty or so minutes late. This doesn’t bother you; it gives you time to relax. You wait for her nervous, excited, and aware of the slight throb between your legs. Patterned stockings and knee-high pointed boots, you wonder what she will do when she sees you.
“Can I bring you a drink,” the waitress asks. She is in a short black dress and you notice her long legs. For a moment, you feel like a man must feel; always aware of the desire for women.
From across the room she approaches. In a short floral dress, belted, femme and glowing, she appears. You never expected her to get so decked out for you. Obviously, she spent time picking out the most adorable outfit she could find in her closet. She took so much time look her best and you are overwhelmed with gratitude and anticipation. She is having as much fun being on the date as you are.
After a few hours of drinks and conversation; after moments of knees touching, fingers lacing, her hand on your stockinged leg; after deciding who was more sober and would drive home… You arrive in her apartment, she pours you wine and you are both awkward for a moment. She’s talking a lot and you don’t know if you should kiss her or not. It all seems so much more intimate than you expected and you feel like a teenager again; awkward and slightly off.
But she is a bit older than you are, and definitely more experienced. She leads you to her bedroom, puts on music that you have never heard before but feels familiar. Candles scent the room in ginger and lillies and you let her lead you. She pulls you into her, dances with you and lets her hands drip down your back slowly. Her fingers slide under your skirt, feeling the gap of skin between your stocking and your panties. Never has that flesh tingled as much. She strokes you through your green and black lace and you are grateful you went shopping and bought new pretty things for her.
Kissing you slowly, she memorizes the shape of your mouth with her tongue. Licking you lightly, tenderly, you are amazed by the softness of her mouth, the smallness of her tongue, the smoothness of her cheek.
As she undresses you, and then makes love to you, you are surprised only by how normal and perfect it all feels. You knew it would be wonderful with a woman but you had no idea it would feel sweet and innocent. Lost in bliss, you flip her over and are shocked at how much you already knew about pleasuring a woman. You already knew how to make her sigh, gulp, moan, and ask for more, because you knew what you liked so well. Her body is so new and so known; a mystery and a returning home; and you tell her with your mouth, tongue, chin, fingers and nose how very much you adore her.
Unfortunately, tonight you can’t stay over, but you want to. Lifting sheets, pillows, and towels, you search for your lingerie and your left boot. She comes up from behind you, puts her arms around your shoulders and whispers into your ear that she would like to sleep in your panties and have you go home wearing hers. This makes you blush but turns you on in its innocent dirtiness. You turn around and face her and you swap panties and put them on.
They fit you perfectly which shocks you because she seemed so much smaller than you. You silly girl, she says. Look, we’re the same size.
Dressed and back out in the cool January night, you smile, walking home in her panties.
XOXOXOXOOXXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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GIRLS ARE MEETING IN SAN DIEGO, CA THIS WEEKEND!
BLISS IS BRUNCHING IN SOUTH BEACH, MIAMI, FL ON JANUARY 19th
AND IN SANTA FE, NM ON JANUARY 27th.
I’VE ALREADY RECEIVED MANY RESPONSES AND HOPE YOU’RE COMING, TOO!
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