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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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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IS PRETTY LINGERIE JUST FOR GIRLS?
Written by Miss Bliss on April 21, 2008 – 2:56 pm -
“I don’t think men even notice lingerie.”
I am out drinking with two straight friends on a Saturday night. “Your man doesn’t notice when you wear lacy underwear?”
“God, no,” my new blonde friend says. “I could be wearing grandma panties and he wouldn’t notice the difference.”
“I think girls buy lingerie for themselves,” says my dynamically funny brunette friend, Maria. “The minute you’re in a relationship, the fancy underwear stays in the dresser.”
“That’s a real drag,” I say. “My man loves when I wear garters. When I first met him, I still wore tights and he bought me my first set of garters. After, I was hooked. Not only do I feel sexier when I know everything under my clothes is so pretty, garters do allow for easier access.”
The girls laugh and for a moment I am proud to be their “wild” bisexual friend. Who else could they ask about lingerie?
As I head home, I feel for my straight girlfriends. They take the time to dress up their gorgeous bodies in lace, satin and mesh, only to have their exquisite wrapping paper go unnoticed. Once again, I am grateful to be bi.
1. GIRLS NOTICE LINGERIE
One of the sweetest things about dating girls is the certainty that they will notice and appreciate lovely lingerie. It doesn’t matter if it is just a bra or a pantie with a little lace and a tiny bow with a rhinestone center. Even the daintiest of lingerie items will catch a girl’s eye and make her ooh and ahh.
2. GIRLS WILL APOLOGIZE IF THEIR PANTIES AREN’T PRETTY
Occasionally, a bi-girl will have a surprise love connection with another girl. Since she did not know that the evening would end in passionate play, she did not get to wear her “good” lingerie. Sure, boys may not know the difference between cotton briefs and ruffled sheer panties, but girls sure do. To me, nothing is more darling than hearing a girl say, “Oh my God, I am so embarrassed that I am wearing these. Seriously, I have much cuter stuff I normally wear…” If a girl apologizes for you for the quality of her lingerie, simply say to her, “I guess you’ll have to make that up to me next time.” I am certain she will show up to your next date in bows and ribbons and lace.
3. PRETTY UNDERTHINGS MAKE YOU FEEL GORGEOUS NO MATTER WHO YOU ARE DATING
Even if your man does not notice your baby-doll mesh slip or the matching garters peeking out from underneath, you do. Going out knowing how much sexy splendor is hidden under your black dress gives you a secret power that will attract others.
4. IF HE DOESN’T NOTICE THE BEGUILING LAYERS UNDER YOUR CLOTHES, FIND A GIRL WHO DOES
So many women spend hours shopping, primping, and dressing to impress men. This is fine, but if you have a guy that does not notice how pretty and dressed up you are, you may be dating the wrong guy. Trust me, all it takes is one night in a club with another girl noticing your lace-top stockings and delicately stroking your leg, and your man will understand the power of lingerie. If he does not, he may not be the right guy for you.
5. HAVE A FRIEND TAKE PICTURES OF YOU IN FETCHING UNDERGARMENTS
If you and a girlfriend spend a night together dressing in lingerie sets and taking pictures, he may just come to the realization that you are a sex goddess. If he doesn’t, you have some new gorgeous pictures to attract the right lover into your life.
6. YOUR FEMALE LOVER WILL BUY YOU LINGERIE IF HE WON’T
One marvelous advantage to being bisexual is if you find the right female lover, she might enjoy buying you lingerie. Many men do not buy lingerie for their lovers because they do not want to purchase the wrong size. Girls, however, are more clever. One friend was surprised when her female lover bought her a whole bra set. “How did you know my size,” she asked. “I looked at the labels in your underwear while you were showering!” Don’t you just love girls?
7. IT’S FUN TO BUY MATCHING LINGERIE SETS WITH A LOVER
Going shopping for lingerie with a beautiful girlfriend can be one of the most sensual experiences a girl can have. Something about dressing rooms, undressed girls and camisoles makes for a splendidly wicked afternoon. Tell your man you are going shopping with your lover and I am certain he will want to see what you both purchased.
XOXOXOXXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL - PART TWO
Written by Miss Bliss on March 28, 2008 – 1:56 pm - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
A LITTLE EROTIC FICTION TO HELP YOU SLEEP MORE SOUNDLY
MISSED CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL - PART ONE? CLICK HERE TO READ IT.
“Do you want to sit down?” She is standing nervously near the door, silently debating whether or not she should leave. Something about the small space of your studio apartment makes her anxious. Occasionally you catch her eyes looking at your full-size bed and you know she is weighing her options. You distract her thoughts by saying, “Let’s have another glass of wine, shall we?”
“It’s getting late…” The librarian wants to go home and stay safe inside her straight world, but the gypsy has not forgotten the passion on the roof experienced just a few moments before. She is obviously torn and the stress of her internal battle creates creases in her forehead.
“It’s not too late for one more drink.” Before she can say no, you go into the closet that is your kitchen and pour two glasses of red wine. Opening the refrigerator, you take out a box of strawberries, wash them and quickly arrange them in a bowl. Carefully balancing the two glasses and the bowl, you join her on the couch. She gingerly takes a glass and you place the strawberries on the foot locker that serves as a coffee table. “To friendship,” and you lift your glass for a toast.
She is quiet as she sips her wine. You let the silence grow as you eat strawberries. Casually, you move your leg close to hers, and let your leg brush against hers. She moves closer to you and you realize she wants to be seduced. She may be divided, unsure of what she wants, but she is still here. “May I kiss you again,” you ask.
She nods, unable to say a word. Taking the wine glass out of her hand and setting it next to yours on the table, you turn to her and kiss gently, slowly, savoring the taste of alcohol and fruit that lingers on her tongue.
Suddenly, as if a switch in her brain was turned, she pushes you back down on the couch and straddles your body. She doesn’t speak but aggressively kisses you, with such an ardent passion you cannot believe this is the same girl who only hours before told you she was “straight”. Her hands run up and down your arms, through your hair, as she begins pressing her hips into yours. She is drowning and you are oxygen and she cannot get enough of you.
She comes up onto her knees and begins unbuttoning her white shirt. As each button is undone, she stares into your eyes, enjoying you watching her. You wonder if she ever plays this role with her male lovers. Her bra is boring and functional - a t-shirt nude-colored bra designed to be invisible under clothing - but her breasts are so full and perky, she somehow makes the bra look inviting and sexy. Her stomach is flat with a shimmering jewel filling her belly button.
“You have a belly ring,” you ask as you touch it. More evidence of the passionate gypsy.
“Do you like,” she asks.
“I do.” Your fingers touch her soft belly, then move up her chest and until both of her breasts are in your hands. “Do you have any sense of how perfect your body is?” She shakes her head shyly and her hair moves around her shoulders. “You should be a lingerie model, that’s how stunning you are.”
Although she can’t look at you, she is smiling. Her hands find your shirt and she starts to pull it off. She wants to see you, too. “Oh, your bra is so pretty,” she exclaims as she sees the black embroidery. Like on the roof, she touches your breasts with utter fascination. She had no idea how amazing it is to feel the soft fullness of another woman’s breasts. Her hands go under the bra cups and she finds your nipples, already hard, already throbbing with desire and she pinches them. You moan and she says with delight, “You like that?”
“Darling, if you keep this up, I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
She pinches your nipples harder. Separating your legs, she moves her knee between them, and starts pressing her leg into you, making your clit vibrate with anticipation. She is daring you to take her, pushing to make it impossible to stop, and you are surprised that she - the girl virgin - the straight one - the novice - this girl is seducing you. Did she lie to you when she said she was straight? Has she been with other girls but can’t admit it? She must have played with girls before to be this assertive… or maybe, she’s just drunk. Will she pretend none of this happened when the sun rises?
But you let these questions go because she is distracting your body with desire. “Let’s move,” you say and you gesture to the bed. She gets up and gives you her hand to help you up. In bras and skirts, you hold each others’ hands as you walk to the bed.
“Lie on your back,” you command.
“I want you to lie on your back,” she says, deciding to stay the dominant lover.
“You have been with girls before. You must have.”
She shakes a finger no.
“But you are acting so…” You want to say, experienced, but before you do, she puts a finger to your lips to silence you, and gently pushes you back on the bed. She undoes your zipper and slides your skirt off. Standing, she turns her back to you and unzips her skirt. It falls to the floor elegantly and she steps out of it. Turning around, she is only in underwear, but she is more beautiful than you ever imagined. Tiny waisted, great legs, perfect breasts and a flat, shimmering belly, she is a goddess come alive and she is ready to devour you.
Crawling on top of you, she kisses you deeply. She slides down your body, letting her hair tickle your neck, your breasts, your tummy until her face pauses over your sex. Her fingers find the sides of your lace underwear and she begins to pull them off. “Wait,” you say and take her face in your hands. She looks up at you and smiles. When you were taking the lead, you felt confident and all-powerful; her sudden passion for you makes you feel shy and awkward. “Is this what you want,” you ask. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You are giving her an out and you don’t know why.
She answers you by pulling off your underwear. She tells you she wants you by licking your right inner thigh, then licking the left. She kisses your bellybutton, then kisses an inch below it, than another kiss, and another… each kiss bringing her closer and closer to your impatient, throbbing sex. Her tongue starts at the base of your pussy, and in one long lick, she tastes you from the base all the way to the tip of your clit. Licking you so lightly, with such delicacy, you are driven insane with desire for her. Your hips begin to lift off the bed, asking her for more tongue, more pressure, more, more, more. Her hands spread your legs wider and her tongue finds your slick interior. Her lips find your swollen clit and she begins sucking on it - in and out - and you moan.
You cannot believe she is going down on you. The first two girls you played with you didn’t go down on at all. Although you like girls, something about smelling and tasting pussy turned you off a little. Touching another girl with your fingers was fun and easy. Just like masturbating, you knew exactly how much pressure to put on her clit with the right hand and how to use the left hand to penetrate her at the same time. But oral sex was a whole other level of intimacy. This girl had to have been with girls before; what girl goes down on another girl right away? Especially if she has not been touched or brought to orgasm yet?
With her tongue still on your clit, she inserts a finger into your tight warm self and begins moving it in and out. She is not an expert with her hand and mimicks the actions of a guy by simply pushing her finger in and out. Maybe she is a girl virgin, after all…. but you soon forget the novice quality of her hand movement because her tongue distracts you with its expert skill. Nibbling on your clit lightly, sometimes pulling it into her month, sometimes stroking it with quick licks, she brings you close to orgasm. Although coming has never been difficult for you, she is bringing you to orgasm fast.
“Put another finger in me,” you instruct, and she inserts two fingers. Two fingers fill you better and she begins moving her hand with more force. Experimenting with her hand, she starts to move her fingers in circles, touching your walls in new and delicious ways. Between her lips, tongue and hands, you are dripping wet, throbbing and close. So close. “You are going to make me come,” you whisper.
This makes her movements more excited, faster, harder. Your hips press your sex deeper into her face, and you begin to rock against her fingers. The explosion is building within you and you whisper, “Keep doing that. Yes, just like that. I am so close…”
In that moment, she does something so surprising, it pushes you over the edge into the deepest orgasm a girl ever gave you. With the two fingers of her right hand penetrating you, her tongue stroking your clit, she takes her left hand and inserts a finger into your ass. Her finger is dry and the shock of the insertion - not quite pleasant and a little painful without lubrication - jump starts your body and surprises your mind. Penetrating you with both hands, you explode into orgasm. The pleasure and slight pain throw you over the edge and you scream. “Coming,” you say, and your body is filled with waves of pleasure. Over and over the waves wash over you and you whisper, “I’m still coming….” Longer than any orgasm, you cannot believe this girl did this to you.
Finally, you push at her shoulders to gently stop her. Again, you pull her up to you, her face slick with your juices. You kiss her and taste yourself on her tongue. You taste yummy mixed up in her saliva.
She turns and lies next to you as you both catch your breath. “You are no straight girl, honey.”
“No,” she asks with a purr.
“I hate to break it to you, but no. You certainly don’t make love to a girl like a hetero.”
“How do I make love to a girl?”
“Like this,” you say. Mimicking her movements, you show her what an incredible lover of women she already is.
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This is part two of a three-part story, Captivating the College Girl. Tune in next week to find out what happens in the morning. . XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ALSO ENJOY OTHER EROTICA BY BW:
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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THANKS TO THE MANY, MANY WONDERFUL WOMEN WHO HAVE OFFERED TO HELP TEST BLISS WARRIOR’S COMMUNITY SITE FOR BI-GIRLS, HOTEL BLISS. WE WILL BE TEST LAUNCHING HOTEL BLISS NEXT WEEK, SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR YOUR INVITATION TO JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY! XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
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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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ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on January 18, 2008 – 12:09 am -Selma knocks on the door and you let her in. “Don’t you just love French afternoons,” she purrs with dramatic flair. She kisses you on the lips and kisses your man on the cheek. She wanders slowly into the apartment, studying the room while filling it with her ginger and grapefruit scent. She is older than you, more aggressive, and today, she wants to be your lover.Wine is poured and music plays, but there isn’t much time for small talk. Selma came over for a reason and only has an hour or two before she goes. “Dance for me,” she says to you. “Let us watch you and salivate.”
“Let me finish my drink,” you say, unnaturally shy and unexpectedly nervous.
“Take your time,” Selma says with a playful wink. “But don’t take too long.” She pats the sofa, inviting him to sit next to her, and he does. Her arm loops around his neck and you see the delight in her eyes that she gets to have him. She’s waited for him, too, but she can’t show that yet. Since the day you met in a dark candle-lit cafe, the three of you have talked about this moment, and here it is.
The first time with anyone is a little awkward, but something about the light in the afternoon makes you feel more exposed than usual. Normally you are the aggressive one, but Selma has thrown off your game by taking over control. “Dance for us,” she says again.
Downing the glass of Pinot, you slowly step out in front of them. Her eyes on you make you shy. Wearing a lace dress, with promises of good things to come underneath, you begin to move. You try to look at her and are surprised when you can’t maintain eye contact. Closing your eyes, you focus on the bass line and let your hips move back and forth in time. The music envelops you and you forget your audience. You let your hands caress the curves of your body, showing her the path her hands will soon follow. Your long painted fingers find the hem of your dress and you lift it to expose a blue satin slip underneath. You turn your back on them and, slowly, ever-so-slowly, lift the hem of your dress. Pulling the lace over your head, you turn, and toss the dress into her lap. An invitation, do you want more? They whistle, tell you how gorgeous you are, and ask to see more.
Smiling, the nerves have worn off and you feel your power. Still moving to the music, you approach her and take her small hands in yours. She stands and you pull her into you and dance with her while he watches proudly. Turning, you press your back against her warm body, reach behind, and wrap her arms around you. Together you move but this time both of your eyes are on him. Placing your hands over hers, you lead her hands down your back, over your hips, down your thighs, until her fingers find the lacy hem of your slip. She pulls it over your head, turns you to face her, and studies the black corset and stockings.
“You’re an angel,” she says, and kisses you lightly, as if asking permission. Suddenly, your roles have changed: she is no longer the aggressor, you are.
From behind, you feel him press into you and his arms surround both of you. Pulling her closer, the three of you become one: for an afternoon.
Over too soon and yet there are too many perfect images to remember. At the door, you notice the back of her hair is mussy and sticking up. You try to smooth it and she laughs and says, “Only a shower will fix that, but thank you, darling.” You wonder if your doorman will notice. She looks at him and says sincerely, “Thank you both. Until the next time.” She opens the door to go, but then, turns and shuts it just as fast. “I don’t want to leave,” she admits and melts back into both of you.
Closing the door behind her, you embrace your man, kissing his eyes, his nose, and his cheeks. He lifts you into the air and carries you back to bed.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORIES BY BLISS WARRIOR
a little erotic fiction to help you sleep soundly….
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NEW YORK BI-GIRLS ARE MEETING…
Written by Miss Bliss on November 1, 2007 – 2:38 pm -A Bliss Girl is organizing a dinner in New York City, and you are invited!
Here is her Craig’s List ad, reposted with permission:
Bi Women of All Colors - French Restaurant Dinner
Sunday November 18th at 6:30 PM
Location: We’ll be going to Le Monde, a casual French restaurant up in the Columbia University area at 2885 Broadway between 112-113 St. The food is good but prices are reasonable. Join a group of diverse bi women for a fabulous meal and great conversation. Make new friends.
Admission: Free, just buy your own meal.
Subway: You can take the 1 train to either 110 St or 116 St.
Join us for a great time! Join our email list for more events!
Bi Women of All Colors (a yahoo group) holds monthly brunches and dinners in New York City. We are a social & discussion group for bi, bisexual, bi-curious or questioning women (including transgender bi women) also welcoming bi-friendly women who identify as lesbian, SGL (same-gender-loving) or straight. We welcome women from all cultures and diversities. We provide a non-judgmental safe space for women to exchange, share, eat and discuss interesting, exciting, as well as thought-provoking topics. that will keep you in the know, on the go, and just so intrigued. So with that, come join us, and have yourself a good time. “You’ll be glad that you did”
CLICK HERE TO RESPOND TO THE CL POSTING
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
BW
BRUCHES ARE HAPPENING IN SAN DIEGO AND DETROIT…
IF YOU ARE IN THE AREA AND WANT MORE INFORMATION,
LET ME KNOW!
xoxoxoxoxoxo
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ASK MISS BLISS - A TOMBOY HANDLES JEALOUSY
Written by Miss Bliss on October 9, 2007 – 12:25 pm -Dear Miss Bliss,
I’m a semi-newly married (almost a year) 23 year old who waited. My husband and I have openly and honestly discussed our past experiences and our future desires. He’s had a threesome before, but I have only kissed a girl. I am highly intrigued by the thought of having a threesome, but I am nervous because I have some scars that become visible when my clothes come off. I live in the San Diego area and am having a lot of trouble finding a girl for threesomes. It doesn’t help that I’m a tomboy who doesn’t normally get along too well with girls. I’m also afraid I might become jealous if I see my man doing anything to another girl, but I also think it would be a great opportunity for me to learn more about what a girl can do during sex. Do you have any advice before I post on your comments? Thanks, and thank you oh-so-very much for being who you are: a strong, free, life-loving, independent, hot, sexy woman who’s not afraid to be exactly what she is. openly and unashamed by society’s opinions. For that, I thank you.
-Inexperienced, but Curious
Lovely Inexperienced Tomboy,
There are really four questions in your letter:
1. How do I meet bi-girls in the San Diego Area?
2. What do I do about my scars?
3. How does a tomboy find a female lover?
4. How do I handle my jealousy in a threesome?
1. HOW DO I MEET BI-GIRLS IN THE SAN DIEGO AREA?
Since I have already dedicated numerous blogs to question number one (including BE THE BI-GIRL YOU WANT TO MEET), I am going to skip that and move right on to questions 2, 3 and 4.
2. WHAT DO I DO ABOUT MY SCARS?
Naturally it depends on where your scars are and what kind of scars you have, but creative lingerie layering may be the answer for you. With stockings, garters and a lace babydoll, you can be incredibly sexy while covering scars in the process.
You already have a man who is crazy about your gorgeous body. Your scars have not kept you from love, yet, and this should not be different with a girl. If you find a female lover who you connect with, share your fears with her. You may be surprised to learn that she is insecure to show you her body, too. Many girls are afraid to be nude around one another because they expect girls to be harsh critics of their physique. From birth, we girls have been taught to judge one another by who’s the prettiest, the thinnest, the fittest, etc, but bi-girls are changing this trend by ADORING the women around them and LOVING their bodies.
3. HOW DOES A TOMBOY FIND A FEMALE LOVER?
Many bi-girls, including myself, say that when they were younger they often got along better with boys than girls and considered themselves to be tomboys. If you are interested in finding a super femme lover, I recommend that you begin experimenting with your femme side. Lingerie is a great way to maintain the tomboy on the outside and the super femme secret on the inside. How does it feel to go to work knowing there’s lace under your cargo pants? How fun is it to strip out of your jeans for some fishnets for around the house? Find your femme side but love your strong, independent, fun tomboy side.
On the other hand, tomboys are sexy to many girls. Perhaps you need to know that some girls adore women in men’s briefs and a wife beater. The point I am getting at here, is the more you love who you are right now in this very moment, the more attractive you will be to everyone. Love attracts love, so don’t worry about being a tomboy and enjoy being you! Your man certainly loves you and girls will, too.
4. HOW TO HANDLE JEALOUSY IN A THREESOME
THE 2 ON 1 RULE - The easiest way to avoid jealousy in a threesome is the 2 on 1 rule. What this means is two lovers focus on the other’s pleasure. For example, if you are inviting a new friend into your bed, you and your husband would please the girl first together. This brings you and your man close together because you are both concentrating your energy on pleasing your lover. If this goes well, she and he can then focus on you. And if this goes well, the two girls can please the man. Jealousy is often caused when one person feels left out. This rule helps keep everyone engaged, touching, and together in bliss.
THE SECRET SIGNAL - Develop a secret signal that will let your partner know something feels wrong to you. This could be a series of taps on your man’s hand, or a certain finger being pulled, anything that you two have agreed upon. This also allows your man to be able to notify you if something does not feel right to him. Remember you have a guest over and it is your duty to make your lover feel safe and comfortable. Do not give the secret signal then have a fight in front of her. Be courteous and chill and know that you and your man will discuss what happened after she leaves.
VETO POWER - Both you and your man reserve veto power, meaning if something is wrong, and the “signal” did not fix the problem, the threesome should end. Again, be incredibly thoughtful and kind to your lover. Jealousy is worked out over time. We do not always know what will make us jealous until it happens, so couples in open relationships need to be prepared to feel it, face it, and talk about it. In the early years of my relationship, jealousy would arise once in awhile, but when it did, my husband and I would talk it through and it brought us closer together.
DECIDE WITH YOUR PARTNER WHAT IS OKAY AND WHAT IS NOT OKAY FIRST -
Planning your threesome before it happens is a way to ensure no one becomes jealous. If you are not okay with your man penetrating the girl, work this out ahead of time. If he is not willing to have an encounter that is only kissing and touching, maybe he is not ready. Remember, the threesome is about bringing you two closer together, so focus on what will please both of you. Is it both of you going down on her together, which can be really fun for novice girls, or is it both of you giving a lover a massage? Remember, the more you know and trust your man, and clearly understand the sexual expectations you both have for the night, the better your experience will be.
DEAR READERS,
THIS WAS MEANT TO BE POSTED YESTERDAY, BUT OUR WONDERFUL 17 YEAR OLD CAT WENT INTO INTENSIVE CARE LAST NIGHT, AND WE LOST HER THIS MORNING. WE ARE VERY SAD, BUT YOUR EMAILS AND COMMENTS HELP SO MUCH.
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS
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ASK MISS BLISS: A GIRL’S FIRST THREESOME
Written by Miss Bliss on October 1, 2007 – 4:34 pm -
Dear Miss Bliss,
May I ask a question?
Well, I am embarrassed to ask but I will be having my first encounter with a couple very soon.. And this will be both of our first times… Can you give me some pointers? We know we want to do this … Just nervous I guess…
xoxoxoxo
Nervous & New
ADVICE FOR YOUR FIRST THREESOME
DATE BEFORE STRIPPING OFF YOUR CLOTHES
1. First off, there is no reason to rush into sex. It is incredibly important to have a date or two where no sex happens, and the three of you get a chance to develop sexual tension and chemistry. Dates also give you the opportunity to talk about the couple’s previous experiences, about fantasies you have had, and how the three of you envision the threesome. To meet the right couple for your first threesome is a big deal. Enjoy the flirting, the excitement, the thrill of dating. This always makes the sex better because the three of you have connected emotionally and have replaced nervousness with excitement.
HOT THREESOMES DON’T HAVE TO INCLUDE SEX
2. Threeway intimacy does not have to be sexual. Plan a night where the man gives you and his woman foot massages while the two of you hold hands and drink wine in front of the fire. Sometimes nights like this can be more intense and moving than a sexual encounter.
WHEN YOU CAN’T WAIT ANY LONGER…
3. After a flirty date or two, after erotic emails have been sent and received…
When all three of you are impatient to hold one another…
When you just can’t take it any longer but must devour one another….
This is when you schedule the encounter. But be smart, and make sure it is on a night when you have lots of time to get ready and you will not have to get up early the next day.
COMMUNICATE YOUR SEXUAL BOUNDARIES
4. Know what you want to do sexually, and what you do not want to do, and make sure to express your boundaries to the couple before the encounter. Among adults, there is no excuse for misunderstandings due to lack of communication. Before the tryst, send the girl an email detailing what you are looking forward to and what you are not comfortable with just yet. Encourage her to tell you what the couple’s boundaries are, too, because some girls are not ready for you to “go all the way” with their men. The more clearly the three of you lay out what you want, the less likely jealousy or hurt will arise.
TO SLEEP OVER OR TO GO HOME
5. If you do not want to sleep over at the couple’s place, tell them before.
If you would like to stay over, make sure to ask via email first and do not be upset if they are not ready for you to crash. Sometimes a couple needs to process the encounter afterwards by themselves. Be respectful of this need.
DRESS FOR THE GIRL
6. Buy some killer lingerie. You are dating a girl, and girls love lingerie, and bi-girl’s especially love their female lovers in lace, bows, garters and stockings. Plan your outfit so your lingerie is the same or a similar color as your dress. It is especially sexy to wear a dress or skirt that reveals your garters when you sit. Little peeks of skin will drive your lovers crazy. Remember, all of the details are important because girls notice them! (I highly recommend reading my blog on layering lingerie, if you aren’t a lingerie girl… It’s called “Unwrap Your Present“.) The prettier you feel in your underwear, the more comfortable you will be taking off your clothes!
PRIMP YOURSELF
7. On the day of the date, take a long, luxurious bath. If you aren’t waxed (which I highly recommend), do all of your shaving and primping. Make sure you feel like every bit of you smells heavenly, because this will give you confidence around a girl. Nothing is better than having a girl hold you, breathe in your hair, and tell you how amazing you smell. Do your nails, or have them done, and make sure to dip your toes in hot, shiny colors that pop. Wear jewelry that works with both your clothes and your lingerie that does not need to come off (this helps you from losing earrings!). Make sure to have condoms (although this is the couple’s responsibility, in my book) just in case. If you are a girl that worries she may not be able to come without her vibrator, bring it along and give it to the girl when it is the right time.
BE THE GIRL’S LOVER
8. Bring the girl a present. It doesn’t have to be anything crazy, but flowers or wine is a nice place to start. Remember, it is about you and the girl connecting, and girls love presents. The more she knows you are into her, the less she will worry about your connection with her man. Focus as much of your energy on her until you feel she gives you permission to go deeper with her man.
IF IT’S WRONG, STOP IT & TALK ABOUT IT
9. If anything feels weird or wrong, stop the encounter and talk about it. Sometimes jealousies arise and the mood becomes tense between the couple. If this happens, you can say that something feels wrong and ask if the couple needs a few minutes to themselves. If it still feels weird after, I say politely excuse yourself and send a follow-up email. It is the couple’s job to treat you like a goddess and make you feel safe and loved. If one of them cannot handle the situation, you are under no obligation to stay. They are responsible for inviting you into their relationship, and they are responsible for controlling their jealousies and focusing their love onto you. In my opinion, if something “goes wrong” in a threesome, it is usually due to lack of communication between the couple. So, again, TALK, TALK, TALK about every detail, especially the first time.
IT’S THE COUPLE’S JOB TO CATER TO YOU
10. So, darling nervous and new bigirl, I leave you with these words…
If the right couple has found you, your first threesome should be full of bliss. Any nervousness you have, they will rid you of it. Any fears, they will calm and soothe and entice you. Any worries, they will lift from your mind and heart. You will not have to worry about anything because two wonderful lovers are taking care of you emotionally, physically, spiritually and sexually.
XOXOXOXOXO
Bliss
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UNWRAP YOUR PRESENT: TIPS FOR LAYERING LINGERIE
Written by Miss Bliss on February 13, 2007 – 11:03 am -There is nothing more disappointing than undressing a girl only to discover functional, bland, smooth, tan-colored underwear. Ladies, save the skin-colored bras for work, church, and family functions. Never, ever, –no matter how see-through your top is– never wear boring underwear on a date. Undressing a woman should be like unwrapping a present. The overall package should delight the eye and make the observer want to know, what’s underneath her dress? If you’re a Bliss Warrior, you know that a lacy bra and pantie set is only the beginning…