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She Danced Into My Fairytale - The Conclusion of a Baby Bi-Girl’s First Time

Written by Jungle Jane on November 11, 2008 – 9:00 am -

DEAREST READERS, JUNGLE JANE RETURNS WITH THE CONCLUSION OF THE TRUE STORY OF A BABY BI-GIRL’S FIRST TIME WITH A FEMALE LOVER.  IF YOU MISSED THE FIRST THREE PARTS OF THIS INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL AND EROTIC STORY, PLEASE CLICK ON ONE OF THESE LINKS TO CATCH UP: PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE.  XOXOXOX BLISS WARRIOR

The ballerina and I lay entangled in the tall grass. Her orgasm still pulsating off her skin and penetrating mine. Listening to our racing hearts beat in, what felt like unison, we breathed the fresh Hawaiian breeze that rushed over our sun soaked bodies and relaxed.  My wondering, ever fantasizing mind had been silenced in the zen of actualization.  I had just made love to a woman for the first time and it was just how I imagined it to be. Incredible.

She kissed me.  She sat up and gazed at my body.  She stretched out on her side with her face at near my knees and her ass in my face.  She pushed my knee to the side to explore my sex deeper with her eyes.  “Yours looks just like mine,” she said in amazement.

“Can I,” she asked with bashful eyes.

“You can if you would like,” I said with my legs still open.  She smiled and spread my lips apart with nervous fingers to see the pretty pink glisten in a way she had never seen before.  She asked me how I like to masturbate.  I described to her my love for the vibration.  She oh-so-gently slid her finger up and down in my juice.  I could feel her hesitation in the feather lightness of her touch.  I found it sweet.  I found her stretched out body beside me completely irresistable.  I pulled her hip toward me so she rolled onto her stomach.  She felt exposed on her stomach as I made room between her legs for my hand. Her shy giggles turned to sweet feminine moans when my finger found its way to her wettest spot and my tongue began to follow.  The sounds that came out her, had me melting into her.

Meanwhile, our elder sisters were napping just a few feet away under the tree.  We heard them rustle as they were waking from their naps, so I paused.  She pressed her ass into the air, pushing my finger deeper inside.  We heard the ladies again and we both laughed as she flipped onto her back, keeping my finger inside her.  She pulled me down to her face to kiss my lips and roll around with me in the grass, laughing.  Girls are good at laughing.

We smiled at each other and crawled back to the tree where we smoked a joint with our girlfriends and painted toenails.  When the picnic was over, the ballerina and I hugged tightly, kissed, and walked our separate ways….back home to the men that we love.

My man could see that I was glowing when I walked through the door.  He asked me in a half cocked smile from across the room, “Did you just kiss Sasha?”  I smiled and nodded my head yes.  He smiled and walked over to me.  “Did you do anything else with her?”  I smiled and nodded my head yes.  He stood tall in front of me and grabbed me by my waist and asked, “Did you just have sex with Sasha?”  I smiled and nodded my head yes.  He let go of me abruptly, walked to the bed, took his clothes off and made himself comfortable.  In a serious tone of voice he said, “I want you to come tell me every single detail.”

I walked slowly over to him, taking my clothes off along the way, recalling every single detail starting from the moment my lips touched her nipple.  By the time I was to the part where she came in my mouth, he was bringing me to the part where I splash my bliss all over his face. “Did Sasha make you do that,” he asked with a sexy, devilish grin.  I smiled and shook my head no.  Tingling in my skin, I finally understood that male satisfaction when you make a woman come.  It’s a powerful, penetrating feeling and I’m hooked….on giving and receiving. I climbed on top of my man and took him inside me so he could feel just how thankful I am for his understanding and good, sweet love.

The next day I saw the ballerina at the waterfalls.  She gently explained in so many words that yesterday was all that we would have.  She felt that she had gone outside of her relationship with her man and while the experience was something she will treasure forever, she should not do it again.  She was honest with her man and he was ok with it, but she shouldn’t do it again.  “We could fall in love,” she said in such an airy Aires voice.  Then she snapped dropped back to earth and said, “Besides, I’m not bisexual.  That’s more your thing.”

I knew that she wasn’t where I was with her understanding of herself or her relationship with her man.  As much as my physical side ached to hear her say what she said; I respected her decision.  She wanted to remain friends and we tried, but our physical attraction to each other made it hard to focus.  We had one last dance and kiss at the end of that intense week.  The next morning, she packed up and moved away.  Just like that.  She came and went.

I felt shitty thinking about how long it might be before I got to experience something magical like that again.  Little did I know the universe was just warming me up.

XOXOXOXO
JUNGLE JANE
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AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - Chapter Four - The Taste of Tingles

Written by V. on August 12, 2008 – 6:32 am -

Dearest Readers, Our guest blogger, V., returns with Chapter Four of her serialized true-story, And Then There Were Two. Violet describes the relationship she had with her man and the female lover he introduced her to. XOOXXOXO BLISS WARRIOR

Missed the first chapters in the story? AND THEN THERE WERE TWO: Chapter One, Chapter Two and Chapter Three

I have a tendency to forget the endings of things…books, movies, TV shows. This is a strange inherited trait from my mother. On one level, I think it is a trick of the mind so that I can re-visit things time and again which I love or find moving and still experience an element of surprise. But also, I have learned that for as much as my analytical brain determines so much of my day to day existence that when I become involved with something driven by or experienced through the heart and body, it all resonates in a sensory realm. I can’t quote poetry or passages of a play or half the time remember the author of a favorite book not because of a lack of care, quite the opposite; because whatever it is has shifted my emotions around leaving an imprint on my heart.

The same is true with people. Certain specific details remain but after a meaningful exchange, I am left not with what travels through the concrete mind but rather the sensations and emotions carried, held close and dear within in my body. While my past experiences were varied and absolutely always from my heart, I knew I was entering into a different space. This romance, this exchange, this path, would continue beyond the immediate opportunity of the present evening. In spite of the true totality of love I felt for Louis in every dark and light cavern within my being…I had a life, even if small or brief, a life none-the-less to live with this woman.

For as much as Gemma and I were a sparking roller coaster of word-play and conversation when she joined Louis and I for dinner — or while sitting on the wicker bench of Marcus’ garden — or even with Marcus when he arrived home that night — as soon as the bedroom door closed behind me, words lost their place. There simply wasn’t room for them. Only the sounds of an old house settling in for the night, the wind tickling leaves outside, and the whisper of clothes slipping from our bodies floated around the room.

When I think of that first night with Gemma, it comes in flashes much like a succession of cut-aways in a film. When I stop for a moment, I can still smell her skin, taste the last of the red wine on her tongue, or feel the trail of tingles the entire length of my spine left by her fingers. My right cheek will still glow with the warmth from her inner thigh. The nape of my neck shivers at the flash of her palm slowly gliding along my back until her fingers playfully curled themselves around locks of my hair. Goosebumps prick my flesh with the memory my belly carries of Gemma’s eyelashes fluttering across my skin as she sprinkled kisses over my tummy…

Our rhythm moved us through the hours that night in true grace. Women are bold, unafraid, do not shy away from and seem to inherently understand the joy and thrill found in slowness. This is not to say that a fierce, quick taking of the body doesn’t have an important place within the scheme of things- of course it does. But, with her body, Gemma listened to mine and we took our time to understand that conversation, a conversation that grew more excited and intense with each new discovery, each new taste. Ours was not a goal motivated experience. The passion, the desire was deepened by the willingness to explore and sink below the waves in order to exist in the roaring quiet of how I, Violet, and she, Gemma, were waking up the other’s beating body.

Waterloo appeared before me and I climbed out of the car. Even though it was only 10am, I needed a nap and Louis, Louis, Louis… would be home from his business trip the next day, weakening my knees with a kiss of tingles all his own.

XOXO
V.
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She Danced Into My Fairytale - Part Three - A Baby Bi-Girl Shares Her First Time

Written by Jungle Jane on July 29, 2008 – 7:13 am -

JUNGLE JANE returns with Part Three of the story of her first time with a woman. Missed the first two parts? CLICK HERE to read Part One and CLICK HERE to read Part Two. Enjoy! XOXO BLISS WARRIOR

Saturday morning the ballerina was the first thing on my mind. My man and I had our coffee and breakfast together and he headed out to work in the yard. I took a walk down to Danya’s. I had to talk to a girl. I was overflowing from the night before. My face was blushed and I was silly with excitement for this human. I slipped into Danya’s little house and fell onto a pile of pillows on her floor. She knew.

She put the water onto boil for tea and told me how sweet the two of us looked next to the fire the night before. “I knooooow,” I said. “I wanna go see her now. She’s soooo pretty and magical and electric.”

“I knew it,” she said. “I told you.”

“You were sooo right! How did you know?”

“I just know,” she said with heavy eyes. “Pussy is incredible you know? It’s addicting. Men kill for it. It’s like a temple. You’ll want to worship there.”

“Oh, God, D., I wanna go see her now,” I said hugging the pillows. “But I have to be cool. Shit! How do I be cool?”

“Yeah, nobody likes heavy things,” she said wisely. “Here!” She threw a stack of Goddess Tarot Cards at me and said, “Shuffle these and pick one.”

“I don’t want to,” I said not wanting to jinx anything.

“Do it,” she demanded. “The cards never lie.”

She was the boss. I did as she said and picked the quiet goddess card. She told me to be peaceful and meditative. “Pick another,” she said. I picked the courage goddess, Freyja. Freyja told me to be bold and brave and take the chance. Freya rode on a heavenly chariot pulled by cats. “There you go! That’s the one,” Danya said with a wink and a stir of her tea. “Go ahead and pick one more, you can never pick too many.” I picked the protection goddess. She told me not to worry. She advised me to take a moment to breathe, be silent, and “be cool”. Do what is natural and do not hesitate for the goddesses got my back.

Just then, Danya’s sweet friend Pamela showed up and wanted to go for a swim in the pools. We walked down the path, untied our sarongs and dove in. We practiced a little silence like the first card said and let the cold spring water rejuvenate our nude bodies.

In my silence, I did not notice the ballerina coming down the trails. I looked up and there she was, smiling right in front of me. The look on my face was priceless. I couldn’t hold her gaze; I had to look away. She was with her man and they were heading up to the Queen’s Pool. Danya invited her to come back to join us when she was done. I could barely look at her, when I did she was smiling at me. I was floating on water. Danya flashed me her instigator grin and clued Pamela in on the story so she didn’t feel left out. “How exiting!” she gasped with the prettiest grin. She confessed that she too had a crush on her girlfriend. How lucky I was to be sitting with such classy, sexy, elder ladies who understand and love women so thoroughly?!

I was enjoying our conversation when the ballerina snuck up from behind, sat right up against me, and kissed my cheek. I leaned into her and fell right into the erotic energy left over from the night before. I was in Heaven. Danya and Pamela felt like taking naps so I suggested that we all four take a trip to the “Dragon Tree” in the “Groovy Grass.” I decided to bring a picnic, some polish, some smoke, a blanket and pillows. Who could resist a plan like that? Not the ballerina.

We gathered up our things and headed toward the tall iron wood tree that stands solid like the spine of a good man while her branches curve down as if cradling the earth below. Under her branches, the ladies got comfy for their naps.

You know I wasn’t sleepy. The ballerina wasn’t sleepy either. I untied my sarong and ran out into the bouncy field. I threw myself onto my back feeling like a little girl. She came running after and fell next to my side. Two beautiful nude women under the sun, invisible in the grass. Our bodies connected. My arm under her neck. Her head on my shoulder. Her arm around my waist. Her leg over my legs. She wrapped herself around me and a blast of masculinity shot through my body in a way I had never experienced before. I knew I had a masculine side, but I had never felt it in its entirety until she curled up next to me the way I curl up to my man.

I kissed her head and each one of her fingertips. Whispers of woooow were repeated. Heavy breathing and neck kisses and cheek kisses. Her fingers were so small. The same size of my own. We sat up and looked at each other and talked about how wonderful the night before had been and how perfect the moment felt. We gazed into each other’s eyes and fell back into our grassy nest.

I propped my head up with my hand so that I could get a proper view of her perfect breasts. I could still taste them from the night before. I squeezed her nipples between my thumb and finger and told her how immaculate they were. I placed the tip of my tongue on the tip of her breast and fell into infancy as I sucked her perked dark pink nipple into my mouth. A fantasy, no longer a fantasy.

I opened my mouth and explored her entire breast with my tongue. I started to feel like I was getting lost in my own bliss, so I looked up at her and said, “I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. Is this all okay?”

“Of course,” she said. We both sat up to catch a breeze and to make sure that it was all really happening.

“It’s hot,” I said.

“Well, yeah,” she says. “It’s hot, but…..of course, it’s hot.” We smile at each other and fall back into our grassy nest.

“I want to make love to you,” I said as I kissed her soft belly. She didn’t say anything. “We can take it as slow as you want, but that’s what I want. Maybe not today, maybe in the moonlight, but definitely here,” I said as I rub her down with my hands.

“Well, we’re here now,” she said with her hands covering her eyes. She then lifted her head up to see my face. My stomach flipped.

I brought my face up to meet hers. “I kissed a girl when I was thirteen years old, but I have never kissed a woman.”

“Me either,” she said and kissed my cheek. We leaned in and our lips met very softly. Slowly we pressed our lips together. Mmm. We moaned and released. We leaned in again, this time with open mouths so our tongues could meet. Her mouth felt so tiny.

I reached my hand down to touch her opening with the tip of my finger. She was dripping wet and I was melting. I kissed her and started sliding my finger inside of her soft body. I slipped all the way in and she smiled and covered her eyes. One slick investigating finger and I felt like I was fingering myself. I pulled out and added one. Two fingers. I pulled out and added one. Three fingers. She was soaking wet all over my hand. I was sliding in and out in a fast rhythm that slow danced with her hips. I didn’t want her to come so I pulled out my three fingers and held them up to the sunlight. They glistened. I spread them out to see the juice string from one finger to the other. Clear, slick, fucking gorgeous juice. She reached up to touch them and said, “Wooow, that’s beautiful.” I licked the juice off one of my fingers and had her lick her juice from the other two.

I sat up and began to kiss my way way down the ballerina’s belly. I reached the top of her sex and kissed the tip and took a deep breath of her beautiful scent and rubbed my cheeks against her inner thighs, and ran my nose down her clitoris and barely tasted her juice. Maybe she thought I was nervous so she told me to take my time. I wasn’t nervous at all, but in no way was I going to rush the experience.

She tasted like rose water. She smelled like a girl. I pressed my nose against her clitoris and she responded with pressure asking me to dive in. I ran the width of my tongue up from the base of her pussy to the hood of her clit and around and around. I licked the side of her labia up and down, fast and slow, and in small circles feeling her grow in my mouth. I licked the other side up and down, fast and slow and in little circles feeling her grown even larger. Then I sucked her entire clit into my mouth and did to her what I dream of a woman doing to me.

She tried to sit up to watch. I can understand that, but I wanted her relaxed on her back. So I slipped a finger inside. You know you can’t sit up with that. She fell back and I brought the girl to climax in my mouth. I pulled my mouth back to see her juice. Thicker this time. I opened my mouth so she could see her juice on my tongue. I kissed her deeply and fell into her arms.

She let me give like I wanted to give and held me like I needed to be held. We laid there in amazement and throbs of bliss. Catching our breath for more.

TO BE CONTINUED…
JUNGLE JANE

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A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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FROM GUEST BLOGGER V.:
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO -
A SERIALIZED TRUE STORY OF A GIRL, HER MAN, AND THE LOVER HE INTRODUCED HER TO:
CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, and CHAPTER THREE - “A LITTLE PATIENCE FOR SPANKING THE INTELLECT”
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DATING DAPHNE: MY FIRST DATE WITH A SADO-MASOCHIST
PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
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DATING DAPHNE – MY FIRST DATE WITH A GIRL SADO-MASOCIST

Written by Miss Bliss on July 23, 2008 – 8:02 am -

Dearest Readers,
Many of you are familiar with Bliss Warrior’s fabulously naughty guest blogger, Daphne. I am pleased to present her new serialized blog series, Dating Daphne. Daphne will cover the crazy exploits of the NYC Internet Dating scene and share her adventures as she dates girls and boys, searching for that perfect connection. Enjoy, and Hotel Bliss members make sure to visit Daphne in her hotel room by CLICKING HERE.
XOXOXOXOOX
BLISS WARRIOR

DATING DAPHNE - post one

I had always wanted to date a girl but didn’t attempt to do so until my early thirties. The Internet seemed an easy and safe way to meet someone. So, I changed my search and began searching for women on the site where I previously searched for men.

The first woman I met was a beautiful half-Asian from Vegas named Xandra. She had a way with words, was smart as a whip, and we had chemistry on the Internet which seemed a good start. We exchanged a few e-mails and decided to meet at a coffee shop.

When she walked into the coffee shop, I thought she was attractive though I wasn’t blown away. It’s lucky I recognized her at all because I wouldn’t have recognized her from the one picture posted on her page. She was pretty, had a nice body and good face, but wasn’t calling attention to herself, as she had been in her pictures online. In the picture from the Internet, she had a wig on, and a lot of makeup. When we met, she had short hair and very little makeup on.

She was lovely and charming, making me feel at ease immediately. We ordered coffee and some food, and settled in for talking. We talked about everything. She had a boyfriend with whom she had an open relationship. She described her life as The Story of O. I got the feeling she thought she was better than anyone who didn’t live life as she did; meaning in a sexual state full of sado masochistic highs. She was heavily into bondage, as well. I got the distinct feeling that she felt that those who didn’t live life in a 24/7 servitude type relationship, were at a disadvantage on the path to enlightenment.

Nevertheless, I was attracted to her. She told me she grew up in the city of sin. Her job sounded boring while her life was full of intrigue.

“I like your biceps, they are very sexy,” she told me. I was melting already.

She told me that she had been seeing a married woman for sometime. “Her husband is fine with it though.” I had a hard time imagining that but I was new to all this. Xandra said that she dated women alone and sometimes she and her boyfriend dated people together. He also dated couples by himself. I was fascinated.

“What’s your experience with women, Daphne?” she asked.

“I’ve never been out with a woman,” I replied.

“Never?”

“No, I wanted to. It just never happened.” I said.

“I was with one when I was a teenager,” Xandra told me.

“I fantasized about them since before I can remember,” I told her. “It’s just that the situation never presented itself.”

We talked about her experiences for a long time. She had been with her boyfriend for a good while, and though they were in a committed relationship, she dated women, and he saw couples. Sometimes they played together. It sounded strange to me, but I didn’t care. I was smitten.

We finished our talk, she walked with me for a few minutes, and she mentioned a women’s party on Sunday nights that she thought I should go to. I thought things were going great, after all, we had just spent three hours talking. I assumed we would soon be scheduling our next date.

But she said, “Daphne, you’re just not bi enough. You’re not into women enough.”

“What?”

“You’ve never been with one. Maybe be with a couple first. See if you can handle that. But certainly you can’t handle a woman alone.” And off she walked.

When she left, I was shocked. I was sure that we would go out again. It wasn’t so much a feeling of rejection, though certainly that played into it, but more like, what the hell? I could not believe that she would play with me like that! Why did she spend three hours flirting with me, if she had no intention of seeing me again? Was I a toy? A lab experiment? I knew that the next time I went out with a woman, I would be much more assertive, and if I was attracted to her, let her know right from the start, that I was not afraid of being with her, even though I was new to dating girls.

I found out sometime later that good friends of mine that date couples went out with Xandra and her boyfriend. It was easy to figure out because when Jenya described the date and the girl, I knew immediately. “Was her name Xandra? I asked. “Yes, how did you know!” Jenya replied. “I just did.” I said. Jenya said that Xandra was into being branded and that though she was incredibly smart and beautiful, something was off. Her boyfriend seemed to be forcing her to do things she wasn’t into. Such as kissing Jenya’s boyfriend. And just as I had, Jenya got the feeling that Xandra thought she was better than others.

The other day I decided to look on the dating site and see if Xandra was still there. Indeed, she is. Beautiful as ever. She’s changed her screen name but besides that, everything else in her profile is the same. Some things never change.

XOXOXO
DAPHNE
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FROM GUEST BLOGGER V.:
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - A SERIALIZED TRUE STORY OF A GIRL, HER MAN, AND THE LOVER HE INTRODUCED HER TO: CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, and CHAPTER THREE - “A LITTLE PATIENCE FOR SPANKING THE INTELLECT”

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SHE DANCED INTO MY FAIRYTALE - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST TIME - PART ONE, PART TWO
CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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She Danced Into My Fairytale - Part Two - A Baby Bi-Girl Shares Her First Time

Written by Jungle Jane on July 8, 2008 – 9:45 am -

Dearest Readers, Jungle Jane returns with Part Two of her first bisexual experience, She Danced Into My Fairytale. Missed Part One? CLICK HERE to catch up. XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR

I woke up leisurely, made a breakfast, and got some work done. I took a long hot shower later in the day. I shampooed twice, used a little extra conditioner, shaved those sexy legs and delicate underarms and sensitive bikini line. I soaped up my body with my olive soap bar, rinsed, and dried. I combed my long hair out straight and tied up a couple strands to keep it out of my face. I lotioned up my body and painted my toes bright pink. I slipped on my skirt and a shirt that matched, but just didn’t quite feel like the right shirt. None of the other shirts seemed any better, so I settled. You know how clothes can be sometimes.

I got to the party a little early. The ballerina was there. Danya showed up with a little number she got at Savers for one of us. It was an evocative blue lingerie top with a fancy fitting zip back and classy sequence lining the seams. She grabbed the ballerina and me by the hand and led us into her office space to try it on and model it for her.

I was not wearing any panties under my skirt and Miss D. yanked my skirt right off my tiny hips! “Try it on, baby!,” she said in a vodka tone of voice with fierce excitement for this top that she just knew would fit us perfectly. The ballerina and I have the same body shape . The shy coldness of the air on my bare ass quickly melted away with warmth as I threw my boring shirt onto the floor. I slipped into the top and the ballerina zipped up the back and admired me from behind while Danya checked me out in the front. This top barely hid my yoni and only half of my ass. Feeling fully exposed, I was a little nervous to look in the mirror. I took a deep breath and turned to check myself out with two adoring women by my side that made me feel like a goddess.

“My turn,” the ballerina said and spun her clothes off in the most gracious of ballerina ways. Her smile is bright white and ear to ear. Her eyes are brown like her curly hair and her skin is golden. I helped her slip into the top and zipped it up making sure to feel her softness. She spins for us. She pirouettes, points her toes, arches and bends and laughs.

She made me feel drunk.

I picked up her silk sarong and had to try on its softness. She saw me and said, “Yes,” and grabbed my skirt and put it on. The skirt was perfect on her. She loved how it felt as on her as much as I enjoyed her silk on me. She grabbed a gold, shimmery piece of fabric and tied it around her chest with a bow over the shoulder. Stunning. She was a model. I put her top on me and we traded clothes for the night. I was now covered in her smell
and the party just started. We flashed smiles at each other from across the room all night. Made sure to touch each other each time we passed while mingling. Finally, when it was proper to get comfortable and listen to the music we took our seats next to each other.

Her fire burned next to mine while we sat next to the flaming bon fire. Encircled by gardenia bushes wrapped in Passion Fruit, the smell in the air was intoxicating. The music played. Our breathing was tantric and our bodies magnets. The energy flowed out of my mouth and into hers. Out of hers and into mine. The circulation stirred the nerves around my navel and began to swirl in my belly. We leaned on each other. Our fingers danced on each other’s skin. We whispered sweet sounds into our ears and necks. I kissed her shoulder. She kissed my cheek. I squeezed her leg. She squeezed my foot. She moaned. This girl is made of nerve endings. She knows how to moan. She looks at me in amazement. She has a charge coming off of her. I thought I felt her body orgasm or something to the equivalent as my body did the same. If there is such a thing as being on the same wavelength, we were.

When the party was ending I asked her to walk me to the drive. I wanted to say goodbye in private. We held hands on our short walk and hugged with our faces buried in our necks. I pull back to see that her top had come down. What can I say, it was loose fitting. Her breasts are perfect.

I had to kiss one of them. I didn’t have to nibble, I suppose, but I did.

Then I kissed her cheek one more time and floated home in her clothes.

TO BE CONTINUED…

XOXOXOX
JUNGLE JANE

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IF YOU ENJOYED JUNGLE JANE’S WORK, YOU MAY ENJOY READING HER OTHER TRUE STORIES:
CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY

FROM OUR OTHER GUEST BLOGGERS:
V.:
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - A SERIALIZED TRUE STORY OF A GIRL, HER MAN, AND THE LOVER HE INTRODUCED HER TO.
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE - A LITTLE PATIENCE FOR SPANKING THE INTELLECT

DAPHNE:
PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
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She Danced Into My Fairytale - Part One - A Baby Bi-Girl Shares Her First Time

Written by Jungle Jane on June 24, 2008 – 8:37 am -

Once upon a Thursday morning I took a walk down the river to Danya’s for some tea and some wise, ferocious loving from my elder sister and, possibly, a tour of Hotel Bliss. She had been anxious to check in and I came equipped with my computer and router so we could set up in front of the waterfalls and have Internet access. Oh, the beauty of the natural mixed with the virtual.

The day was blossoming like the Bella Dona and the morning glory. I walked with a crisp step up the colorful path of fervency. Smells of plumeria and gardenias laced my happy mood . I arrived to the sounds of women laughing. A smile graced my face. They were lounging around the pillow-drenched floor in the half-indoor, half-outdoor kitchen and community space. One of the ladies was a friend of Danya’s I had met only twice briefly. I thought she was gorgeous but very giggly. She spun across the room in a way that made me think that I could not possibly keep up. I had heard the stories of her advanced ballerina and yoga moves, so I admired her beauty, but kept a distance.

I met her again on Wednesday. This time she was sitting still in the lotus position and I seemed to recognize the look in her twinkling eyes. We talked about nothing in particular. I gave her a hug on my way out to be
polite. My politeness, to my surprised, vanished the moment she reached out. As if pushed by a ghost, I pulled her into me tight. “Mmmmm, thank you,” she said as I let her go. Thank you, I thought?

Danya had told me on a couple of different occasions that I had to meet this girl. “I have a feeling about the two of you,” she’d say. I really didn’t pay much attention, but on Wednesday I found out why Danya innately
knew we should meet.

To my delight the poised ballerina decided to join us for tea and my royal design tour. The ladies oohed and ahhhed beside me as I flipped through the pages of Hotel Bliss. They shared stories of their love for women. I
showed them the guest blog and they wanted to hear a sample of what the girls were writing. So I read aloud to them Jungle Jane’s first blog. They loved the story and it brought up childhood memories for both of the
women.

The ballerina shared the story of her first kiss as a child–with a girl. “We were practicing,” she said with huge smile and a shrug of her shoulder. We giggled about the importance we placed on the best friend status.

Miss Danya said, “Wow, Jungle Jane sounds lovely. You should try to meet her.” (Wink, wink.)

The ballerina said, “So if I go on the hotel I could meet her?”

I said, “Well, you can meet her right now. Hello!” I explained to them how the Hotel Bliss site came to be. How it was born out of pure love, teamwork, and a desire for honesty, community, and empowerment.
Miss D and the ballerina had their pretty heads cocked to the side with pretty smiles on their pretty faces while they listened to the story of Hotel Bliss in front of a picturesque waterfall setting. Sparks were flying and the river was flowing.

The ballerina led me back to her dwelling were we laid for the next couple of hours watching the sunset. We talked candidly about bisexuality, desires, and the natural beauty and magic of women. She lay beside me
in her beautiful blouse that just barely hid her perfect nipples and listened. She was so understanding and comfortable. She encouraged meto pray to the universe about the perfect female lover for myself. “Be
specific,” she said, but I never am. I do not have the capability of knowing what specifically is perfect for me. I never would have known to ask the universe for a ballerina that would come and go like a shooting star. The
universe does a much better job picking out the details. The details were finally lying right beside me. I was staring at her details. I know I was. I had to check myself and look away. I didn’t want to seem a like a creepy
dude, but she saw who I was and smiled.

The sun had set on us and it was time to venture home. To my delight, she wanted to walk me home with her headlamp shining the way. Gentle as she is, she didn’t want me to walk home in the dark. So as a thank you,
I introduced her to the groovy grass field. The groovy grass is a deep bouncy flowing field with an ocean view. Running through the grass is like bouncing on clouds. When lying down, you are invisible to the rest of the world. At night the sky is a cosmic theater, a boundless playground of wonder. She lay there next to me in the grass, under the stars and we reached for each other’s arms at the same time and her legs fell over onto me. We didn’t say much; the constellations did most of the talking - whispering the fairytale.

We finally made it back to my yurt. I walked to the middle of the room and reached up with both hand for the trapeze and let my weight drop. She walked right up to me and grabbed the bar too. We hung there face- to-face, chest-to-chest. I put my feet on the ground and twisted the rope above until I could twist it no more. “I feel like a ballerina when I do this,” I said. I lifted my foot to let the rope untwist us into a spin that she can do without the help of a trapeze. When we stopped spinning, I could feel her heart beating against mine. I let go of the bar quickly and began to tidy up the house nervously as a distraction from my pounding chest. I gave her a shy goodbye hug. “Sweet dreams, see you tomorrow.” I went to bed and dreamed about tomorrow.

TO BE CONTINUED….

- JUNGLE JANE

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IF YOU ENJOYED JUNGLE JANE’S WORK, YOU MAY ENJOY READING HER OTHER TRUE STORIES:
CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY

FROM OUR OTHER GUEST BLOGGERS:
V.
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - A SERIALIZED TRUE STORY OF A GIRL, HER MAN, AND THE LOVER HE INTRODUCED HER TO.
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE - A LITTLE PATIENCE FOR SPANKING THE INTELLECT

DAPHNE:
PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
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THANKS TO THE MARVELOUS, MAGICAL GIRLS WHO CAME OUT TO BRUNCH THIS WEEKEND IN HOLLYWOOD. WE COULDN’T HAVE HAD A MORE WONDERFUL AFTERNOON. THANK YOU FOR NOT BEING SHY, BUT FOR COMING OUT AND MEETING OTHER BI-GIRLS! XOXOXOXO
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And Then There Were Two, Chapter 3 - A Little Patience for Spanking the Intellect

Written by V. on June 10, 2008 – 8:27 am -

Darling Readers, Miss V. returns with Chapter 3 of her serialized true story, “And Then There Were Two.” If you missed Chapter One, CLICK HERE and if you missed Chapter Two, CLICK HERE. Enjoy! XXOXOXOXOOX BLISS WARRIOR

CHAPTER THREE - A LITTLE PATIENCE FOR SPANKING THE INTELLECT

The next morning, sitting at the table with Gemma as Marcus made breakfast I was struck by how normal this all seemed. In a sleepy haze I sipped deeply from my mug of steaming, sweet, milky tea. Conversation flew around the room as I welcomed the eggs Marcus placed in front of me. We gossiped, we laughed; we discussed how The Terminator could become the governor of a state and marveled at the likelihood that Bush would again be president and noted that the word ‘bush’ was too good a word to be wasted on such a man. When I first arrived in London the question I constantly fielded was about the Terminator/governor situation but now the pendulum was swinging and focus was steadfastly fixing on the president or lack of one, depending. As we finished our food, plans for the day were being made according to schedules and locale. I only knew I was going to be dropped at Waterloo as it was en route to everyone’s final destination and I could from there catch the subway back to my apartment.

In the end, clearly, I had missed the final train the night before. Marcus had warmly welcomed me into his home as though this were the most ordinary scenario imaginable. Gemma got up and poured a fresh glass of red for our host. When she returned to her seat her bare leg rejoined mine and we three settled into an easy rapport. Louis was and remained our common thread. Although there was the shared unspoken knowledge about what would most likely unfold between Gemma and myself that night, his presence was never dismissed or disregarded or equally important, used.

The softness of the summer night enveloped us all until a late hour urged us to climb the stairs. As Gemma closed the door to our room, I could hear Marcus climb one more flight to his directly above ours. In the darkness I felt her fingertips dancing across my back gently searching for then finding the clasp of my bra…

The mercurial nature of our connection dictates a need to elaborate on the mechanics or developing infrastructure of this impending romance. Gemma and I both were committed to our personal lives outside of the curious bubble we had found ourselves in. In a reverence and profound respect for other hearts we held in our hands, we forged an unspoken understanding to not in any way flaunt our growing sexual connection. There was a time and place for our explorations with each other and to that end we kept a firm restraint over our inclinations and kept them discreetly away from the eyes of others. This was all very British of us, or French, I still can’t decide. We were finding our way to a balance anchored in total honesty and care while still honoring the journey she and I so clearly needed to take.

After breakfast, as we sped through the streets of London towards Waterloo my thoughts traveled back to the previous night and I wondered, had Marcus been able to hear Gemma and I l?
A blush and a smile privately spread over my cheeks and lips…

XOXO
V
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IF YOU ENJOYED OUR GUEST BLOGGER’S WORK, YOU MAY ENJOY READING WORK FROM:
JUNGLE JANE:
CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
DAPHNE:
PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
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THIS WEEK ON BLISS WARRIOR:
WEDNESDAY - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 2 - More stories from the first fantastic international Bliss Brunch
THURSDAY - THE BEST FROM THE HOTEL BLISS GUEST BLOG - Read what other bi-girls are writing!
FRIDAY - SPIN THE BOTTLE, PART 2 - Bliss brings you the second part of this Friday Night Bedtime Story.
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CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY

Written by Jungle Jane on May 8, 2008 – 10:53 am -

Tall shoes, short dress, long hair, polished, and glossy.
Fresh from head to toe? No!
It can’t be the same girl with what seemed to be day old dirt
crammed under her nails and outling her cuticles.
Her legs are shaved?! I assumed wrong.
Her hair is so shiny. So unlike the dull dirty brown I saw matted to the sweat on her face.
As cute as she was there dirty with a pick in her hand, I brushed her off as not my type.

Tonight she smelled like the tropical flowers in her garden.
Not like how she smelled while planting those tropical flowers.
Thinking back, how could I have mistaken that sweaty scent for anything less than pure sex?
How could I have missed her natural radiant beauty?
Was I blinded by the sun as I stood so close to the equator?
Does she carry the equator with her between her legs?
She looks like poetry and speaks in stanzas with no rhyme.
Or at least that is how I read her.

I watched her as she walked around her new yard
with an expression on her face like she lost something
when she sees me, her expression changes, relaxes

She says ‘Hi’ to me in a relieved tone of voice.
“There you are”, I say, “I was looking for you.”
She smiles and turns her head slightly
as she slips her hair behind her ear.

A silence passed while we held eye contact.
“I forgot what I wanted,” I said
She gave me a shy smile as her cheeks blushed.

He came up from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her blushed cheek.
She introduced him to me with apologetic eyes.

I shook his hand and studied his face.
I looked at him then at her then back at him.
Trying hard to reserve judgement,
I wondered if those apologetic eyes were for me or for herself.

The girl disappeared for minute to pace around her new yard,
again like she lost something.

The boy and I sat to get to know each other on their porch
I was skeptical, hyper aware of his personal hygiene,
but holding out hope for great redeeming qualities
There had to be something special about this guy.
He had her.

I can say now that she is the special thing about the guy.
And that is about it.

When she comes to my house, she lingers.
I want her to stay and she stays.
Her eyes remind me of Venus.

I wish she didn’t have to go home.
Somewhere inside her, she wishes she didn’t have to either.

Why do women settle? I realize that I do not know the details of my girlfriend’s relationship with her man, but I can feel her sadness. I can see that the spark is there and then it isn’t when he comes around. It makes me want to hold her. I want her to see her own beauty. I want her to be appreciated. Ultimately it is none of my business so I keep my distance.

On the special occasions where we get to sit down and have girl talk over glasses of red wine and loaded bowls, I make sure she knows I’m here for her if she needs a friend. My hand is out to her and she can hold it whenever she wants.

XOXOOXOX
Jungle Jane
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING JUNGLE JANE’S EARLIER POSTS:
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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THE BEST OF THE HOTEL BLISS GUEST BLOG - READ WHAT BI-GIRLS ARE WRITING!

Written by Miss Bliss on May 1, 2008 – 11:00 am -

Dearest Readers, As many of you know, Hotel Bliss, the first private community site for bi and bi-friendly women, is open for beta testing, and already the Guest Blog is full of amazing true stories. Some girls are writing about bi identity, some are sharing coming out stories, others are describing their unusual jobs… All the posts are well-written and incredibly interesting. Each week, I will highlight some of the best posts from the blog for your reading pleasure. XOXOXOXOXXO BLISS WARRIOR

I WAS THE LAST TO KNOW I WAS BI
written by Evocateur

I was twenty when I finally decided that there was no getting around it. I was unashamedly, irrefutably bisexual. The funny thing was, I had been saying I was bi since I was fifteen. Now, before you accuse me of being the type of girl that would make out with another girl at parties just to get attention, let me explain that I was hopelessly clueless about who I was even when I was staring straight at myself. Until I was twenty, I called myself theoretically bi. I knew I thought girls were stunning, but I had never felt a deep emotional attachment to one.

That changed when I met Jaime. Jaime was a bi girl who was an acquaintance of mine. I was dating a man at the time and they had fooled around. Overcome with guilt, she insisted to him that she had to tell me. Up until that conversation, I really didn’t know her that well. We started talking and I immediately became interested in this delightful and complex girl. After one conversation, it didn’t matter that she had fooled around with my boyfriend. In fact, I was happy because I never would have discovered how wonderful she was otherwise.

Jaime was just as surprised as I was at my reaction. I fell head over heels for her in a surprisingly short period of time. My man became convinced that I liked girls more than I liked boys. I was fighting spontaneous romantic urges I had never felt before in my life. I called her my inamorata.

Now here’s what I valued most about this precious bit of time where I had my inamorata’s affection. I began to look at women differently. I had always had a somewhat uneasy relationship with other women. I found them intimidating, inscrutable, or too catty for my liking. Now, everywhere I turned I found something wonderful in the women around me. Their beauty, their intellects, their hopes and their creativity. They all reminded me of her. I also had far more self confidence because I loved her and I was a woman just like her, so I began to love myself. I looked different when I saw myself in the mirror. This is what my love for Jaime did to me.

TO READ THE REST OF THE BLOG, CLICK HERE.

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A SIGH OF RELIEF: COMING OUT TO MY FRIEND
by Shananigans

I went to go pick up my check, thinking I would just be in and out. In my case, nothing really goes as planned for me. I end up wandering to see my friend that is working her department. Before I can see her, I hear her lispy voice ” hi chi-chi girl!” ( she calls me that in reference to my new clit piercing). I turn and I blush in her direction. She hugs me. ” I knew it was you, because I saw that big butt of yours.” I laugh thinking about all the gossip I have heard regarding my ass from co-workers. I am not offended. I feel complimented, in fact.

So we both get to talking about plans for the weekend. I remind her of my trip to California. She beams ” you are the luckiest girl I know.” She thinks it’s admirable that my man and I have been so strong thus far in our now two-year relationship. She asks if I have been out lately. I mumble something about working and not having time. I mentioned something weird that happened one drunken night recently. Her eyes lit up. “Oh, you have to tell me!” I say, “Nah, you really don’t wanna know.. You’ll probably think I am weird or something…,” I trail off. She assures me, and after five minutes of gentle prodding I admit to having a threesome. Her eyes grow large. “WITH TWO GUYS?!!!!”

I say no…

She stares a second…

I say, ”It was with a guy and a girl, I’m bi.”

TO READ THE REST OF THE BLOG, CLICK HERE.

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TALES OF A DANCER: THE FIRST INSTALLMENT
by Heavenly Heather

She put on black slacks, a dressy, low-cut, sexy shirt, and pulled on the black high heeled boots. The flat-iron clamped on each clump of already-straight black hair. Each one had to be in place. She needed this.

She carefully covered each blemish on her face with the pale base make-up. Her eyeliner had to be straight. Her lips had to be red. Her eyelashes had to be curled. If she didn’t get this, where would they go?

He had told her she didn’t have to do it. But she knew she did. He was visibly angry at himself for allowing this to happen. Why couldn’t he do more? Why couldn’t he get another job…maybe two? Why was she being so stubborn about this? But he knew she needed to do it. It was the only way.

She held her breath and tried not to think about it as she gripped the steering wheel.

It’s okay. You can do it.

Her very christian childhood prohibited sex, petting, or even talking intimately before marriage. Kissing was to be EXTREMELY limited and reserved for those who were engaged…and now it had come to this. How could she?

TO READ THE REST OF THE BLOG, CLICK HERE.

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