ASK MISS BLISS – SHE’S MAD BECAUSE HER BOYFRIEND AND I WENT ALL THE WAY
Written by Miss Bliss on July 16, 2008 – 11:50 am -
Dear Miss Bliss,
I know you’re extremely busy, but I would be very interested to get some advice from you. I have been with my girlfriend for about five months now and things were going great until a couple days ago when she emailed me an angry letter:
“You sleeping with my boyfriend was NOT part of the deal. Obviously, the two of us didn’t talk about this before I had you come over. He said if I found a girl I liked enough to be my girlfriend that he didn’t mind. He said he’d enjoy watching, which I didn’t mind. I also wouldn’t have minded if he just played with you only using his hands and tongue. No weiner allowed! After you left the other night, I told him I felt horrible that he would actually have ‘sex’ with someone else. He told me to deal with it or you aren’t allowed over.”
She has a boyfriend and yes, all three of us had sex with one another. I preferred only to be with her, but I thought that it was just the agreement they had with each other, so I dealt with it. Well, now, after five months, she comes back and says she never wanted that to happen and the only way I can come over there is if he can have me, as well. So I don’t know what to do. I love her but I don’t want her to be upset because he wants to have sex with me, too.
Thanks for listening,
Caught in the Middle
Dear Caught in the Middle,
1. YOU DID NOTHING WRONG
First, you did everything right. To be with her, you had to be with her boyfriend, too. Even though you preferred to have her all to yourself, you understood she was in a relationship and tried to respect their rules.
2. COUPLES NEED TO DIRECTLY COMMUNICATE THEIR “RULES” TO THEIR LOVER BEFORE PROBLEMS ARISE
As your lover wrote, she and her boyfriend did not clearly discuss what was “part of the deal” before you came over. She did not tell him or you that she was uncomfortable with penetration. If she had, I am certain you would not have gone anywhere near his “weiner.” But she didn’t, and seems to blame you for not reading her mind and stopping the intercourse from happening. This is her fault and if she is angry, she should be angry at herself for not communicating her needs better.
3. CAN YOU BE WITH THEM AND NOT HAVE INTERCOURSE WITH HIM?
According to her letter, the two of them want something different. She wants to continue having threesomes, just without you and the boyfriend having intercourse. It seems he wants the sex to continue as it is. Obviously, dear reader, you have a problem. If being with her is important to you, it seems you cannot aggravate the situation by having intercourse with him. However, before you are with them again, you need to clearly tell them both that you do not want to continue having sexual intercourse with him because you do not want to cause tension or jealousy in their relationship.
4. WHAT IF HE STILL WANTS INTERCOURSE DURING THE NEXT THREESOME?
If you clearly communicated to them that you cannot have sexual intercourse during your encounters and he tries to have sex with you again, you may have to end the relationship with both of them. If he can’t respect her wishes or yours, you do not want to be involved with this couple. Sadly, if he acts badly she may just blame you. Some girls will always blame the “other” girl before focusing her anger on her man – even if he deserves it! If this is the case, it may be time to find a new, drama-free girlfriend.
5. NEVER, EVER HAVE SEX WITH A MAN JUST TO BE WITH HIS GIRL
I know that it can be very hard to find a female lover who you adore. When that girl is attached to a man, it is incredibly important to remember that you never have to be with her man if you do not want to be. I have heard some bi-girls say that they will “take one for the team” to be with a girl (meaning they will sleep with the boyfriend even when she does not want to.) Sexual intercourse is a sacred, loving ritual and should only be shared with partners you truly adore. Do not have sex with him just to be with her. It will only bring you drama.
OXXOXOXOXOOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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ASK MISS BLISS - WHAT TO DO WITH UNEXPRESSED DESIRES
ASK MISS BLISS - TORN BETWEEN LOVERS
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SPIN THE BOTTLE - THE CONCLUSION
Written by Miss Bliss on July 11, 2008 – 3:36 pm -This is the final part of a three-part Friday Night Bedtime Story. If you missed part one, CLICK HERE, and if you missed part two, CLICK HERE to catch up. XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
“I think these are straight gin,” giggles Carina, handing you and George tall glasses full of ice and clear liquid. “I made the mistake of pouring the gin first and I’m so drunk… Let’s just say, it left little space for tonic.”
She leaves to collect her drink from the kitchen as you and George linger on Carina’s bed, sipping your drinks. If they are straight gin, you are too drunk to notice. George’s red painted toes tap your leg and you look at her. “I like her,” she says referring to Carina.
“I can tell,” you say with a laugh. A part of your heart hurts when she says this. If you left the room, would she tell Carina how much she liked you?
“I’m excited for Spin and Rape,” George says with her wicked smile. The three of you have been playing Spin the Bottle all night, with each round becoming more and more intimate. Already having lost your shirts in Spin or Strip, you catch yourself glancing at George’s pink bra and her lovely cleavage.
“I don’t know how bi Carina is,” you say in a low voice, knowing she could reappear at any moment.
“That girl is bi,” says George, her toes still massaging your leg up and down. “She loved kissing both of us at the same time. And, she’s obviously totally into you.”
“She is,” you ask, and a bolt of nervous energy jumps from your stomach. “What did she say to you?”
George raises an eyebrow. “You really like her.”
“I like lots of girls, including you.”
“I like you, too, honey,” George says with a sweet voice you rarely hear her use.
“I’m back,” Carina says with drunken enthusiasm as she crawls back onto the bed. “So are we starting round three or what?”
“I don’t know,” says George, turning to lie on her back. “Are you sure you are ready for Round Three? It’s not for the faint of heart.”
Carina picks up the bottle. “Who’s spinning first?”
“Me,” George says. Pretending to spin the bottle, she never lets it go from her grasp, and obviously, plants it in front of Carina. “I guess I get to dare Carina on this first spin.”
“That’s not fair,” Carina says with a laugh. “You didn’t really spin!” George just shrugs and smiles. You nervously wonder what George has up her sleeve.
“Both of you have made me incredibly turned on, I must admit. So I think it’s only fair that you, fair Carina, relieve me of this intense sexual frustration.”
“What do you mean,” she asks.
“I think,” you say slowly, “she wants you to make her come,” George nods and plays coy while Carina looks at you nervously. You decide to call George’s bluff and see if you couldn’t just shock her a bit. “It’s not fair to put that kind of pressure on sweet Carina, George. She’s never been with a girl before.”
“She said she wanted to play.”
“I did. I do! Just let me finish this drink,” says Carina, and you can’t believe it. George has turned another straight girl without even raising a finger. How does she have this power?
“Wait. I have an idea,” you say, concerned that this dare may just leave you left out. “Since both of us created this monster of sexual tension that is driving you so crazy, we should both relieve you. Besides, it’s more fun to please a girl with a friend helping. Come here, Carina.” She comes up to you kneeling on the bed. You kiss her long and gently. Her small lips kiss you back with such desire and yearning that you feel in love.
“That was nice,” Carina whispers.
Feeling in control again, you quietly say to George, “It’s time for those jeans to come off.”
Carina is gulping her gin down as George slowly gets up off the bed and turns her back to the two of you. Swinging her hips back and forth, she strips again for you, slowly unzipping her pants, slowly exposing her round, bare ass. George isn’t wearing underwear and you can’t say you are surprised. She turns in only a bra and climbs back into bed.
“Hand me that pillow,” you instruct Carina and she does. You place the pillow under George’s hips to lift her up so the two of you can please her together. “Put your drink down,” and Carina does. “Come here,” and she joins you at George’s hips.
You spread George’s legs and the two of you crawl in the space between them. Carina is on the left and you are on the right. Placing your left arm around Carina’s back, you draw her close to you and your faces closer to George’s sex. With your right hand, you spread George open and expose her pink, wet folds. To encourage Carina, you lean down and start to lick and tug at George’s clit. Slowly, you let your tongue explore lower and lower parts of George’s sex until you find her opening. Darting your tongue in and out of her, George begins to moan. Carina lowers her head to meet you. Her tongue licks George’s labia so lightly, you wonder if she is afraid to break her. Girls have been so roughly treated by some men that they tend to be too soft when they first touch a girl. Or too shy.
As Carina licks, you move up to her face and kiss her. She kisses you back and you taste George’s sweetness on her lips. The kiss is sweet and delectable, and the two go back to focusing on George’s pleasure with more enthusiasm and ardor. George responds with loader moans and her hips begin to rock up and down, begging for more pressure, more movement, move of both of your tongues and lips. Her response thrills Carina and she moves to trade places with you. Taking her clit again in your mouth, you feel how enlarged it has become since you and Carina started teasing her. In and out you suck her as she pants, gasps and moans.
You can’t see what Carina is doing but you do notice when she licks her finger and inserts it into George’s tight opening. Licking her clit while her finger penetrates her, George breaths, “That’s it. Oh, that’s just what I want. Please don’t stop. Please.”
Soon, you hear the squishy noises of a wet and excited pussy. Carina, surprisingly, is getting George close to orgasm and you still can’t quite believe you are here with her, making a third girl come.
“Yes,” George says, “Keep doing that.”
She is so close you decide to place two fingers on her clit and start rubbing rapidly as Carina penetrates her faster and faster with her fingers. The squishy sounds grow louder and louder and you imagine the soft walls Carina is feeling, opening, and expanding. The magic of a pussy close to orgasm is a high that can make any girl an addict. You wonder if Carina is hooked.
In that moment, George explodes into a long, throbbing, shaking climax. Both of your hands try to keep the pressure on and in her as the fireworks explode within her slim body. Slowly, George finds your hands with hers and makes you both stop so she can enjoy the waves of her climax.
Turning to Carina, you kiss her deeply with your tongue and she drinks you in. “Dare me to make you come,” you whisper into her ear.
“Shouldn’t I spin the bottle first,” she says with a giggle.
Pushing her back down on the bed next to George, you don’t give her time to spin again and she doesn’t mind one bit.
XOXOXXOOXXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISS WARRIOR:
FOLLOW MY RULES PART ONE AND PART TWO
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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ASK MISS BLISS - HOW DO I KNOW IF A GIRL LIKES ME?
Written by Miss Bliss on July 9, 2008 – 9:33 am -Dear Miss Bliss,
I have known I was bisexual since I was 9 years old and realized I had a crush on my best friend. I am now 22 and really want to have my first experience with a girl, but I just don’t know how to make it happen. If a girl was interested in me, how would I know? What are the signs that a girl likes you? I know when a man wants me, but can never tell when a girl does. And, if a girl does like me, how do I take it to the next level?
Thanks,
Needing Help With Girls
Dear Needing Help,
Last week I was in New York, lunching with the stunning and smart, guest blogger, V., and we were just talking about this. Her long, blonde curls draped around her slim shoulders as she said, “I don’t get these girls who are never hit on by women. I don’t do anything and girls come on to me all the time.”
“Well, you are (1) incredibly gorgeous,” I say, “and (2) you only hang with lesbians.”
“That’s true,” she says with a deep, sexy laugh. “I guess that would make the odds of girls hitting on me a bit higher than the average girl.”
“I think it’s hard for some girls to find female lovers because they aren’t comfortable being the aggressor in the relationship. Many bi-girls are used to men making the moves and feel incredibly awkward hitting on another girl. I think once they have dated one girl, it becomes much easier to find other lovers.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“For some, it’s just knowing that they can find a girl they like and this gives them confidence to find other lovers or girlfriends. For others, they can ‘read’ girls better after having had a successful connection. Once they were with a girl, it’s like they can suddenly see the vibes bi-girls give off and instinctively know who is approachable.”
“It’s sad that it’s so hard for so many girls to find lovers.”
“Well, that’s why we write, love. To share some of the secrets that we’ve learned to help those sweet curious bi-girls.”
WAYS TO FIND THAT FEMALE LOVER
1. THROW A PARTY AND SEE WHO LINGERS AT THE END OF THE NIGHT
My fabulous blue-eyed, blonde vixen friend, Nikita is in a relationship and has no trouble finding girls to bring into their thing. She swears that one of the best ways to figure out who is interested in her and her man is to throw a party. “I always make sure my friends know I am bi. I don’t hide it. So, I’ve noticed that whenever I throw a party, if a girl is interested in us, she will hang out until the very end, when everyone else has left. Sometimes, we are shocked because it’s the straightest-seeming girl who’s game at the end of the night! If she wants one more drink after everyone else has gone, you can pretty much bet she’s asking you to seduce her.”
2. INVITE CUTE GIRLS OVER FOR A SWIM
Another beautiful brunette bi friend of mine says her swimming pool does all of the seducing for her. “When I am into a girl, I invite her over to my place. After a drink or two, I smile at her and say, ‘Want to go for a swim?’ Naturally, she says, ‘I would, but I don’t have a swim suit.’ That’s when I say, ‘Why do you need a suit? I’m not wearing one.’ Once we’re in the pool, she’s all mine!”
3. IF YOU AREN’T AFRAID OF REJECTION, MAKE THE FIRST MOVE AT A BAR
A couple of years ago, I met a bi-girl who was studying to get her M.A. in Education. Sporting long, muscular legs and a sweet light brown bob, she says it’s easy to find bi lovers – as long as you don’t mind rejection. “I just go up to cute girls in bars and tell them I think they are beautiful. If that doesn’t scare them, I order us both drinks, chat awhile, then ask her straight up if she’d like to go home with me. Once I got over the fear that I might be turned down, I was shocked by how many girls said, yes.”
4. PLACE SOME SEXY GIRL-GIRL PICTURES IN KEY PLACES IN YOUR APARTMENT
A couple of hot girl-girl pictures or pictures of pin-ups placed in your bedroom, or the bathroom, can give girls the signal that you are open to being approached. Let them figure out your sexuality through your art and see if they don’t end up lingering later, waiting for you to kiss them.
5. ALCOHOL CAN STILL HELP YOU WITH CONFIDENCE ISSUES
Many first kisses and sexual experiences happen with the assistance of alcohol. A few good drinks can knock out inhibitions and help you feel more confident. But be careful not to overindulge. It would be horrible to finally find a female lover only to end up sick in the bathroom most of the night.
6. WATCH SEXY MOVIES LIKE GIA, THE HUNGER, ETC.
Invite a friend you have a crush on to watch a movie with you that has some hot girl-girl scenes. Gia is a great one, because Angelina Jolie is stunningly naked throughout the movie, and the sex scenes are truly hot. (For other hot Sapphic films, CLICK HERE) See how your friend reacts. If she gets really, really quiet, know that she may be really, really turned on. If she doesn’t like it, I am sure she will let you know. Either way, it will help you gauge if there is connection there.
7. POST AN AD ON CRAIGSLIST
I still highly recommend posting on Craigslist. For one, it gives you an opportunity to describe exactly what you are seeking and why. Second, it allows you a chance to get to know a potential lover through e-mail before meeting. And, three, no matter what you might think, bi-girls read CL and do answer ads. CL has brought so many magical bi-girls into my life that I will always recommend it.
8. LOOK FOR KEY SIGNS: EYE CONTACT, TOUCHING YOU, WANTING TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU, JOKING ABOUT HOOKING UP
Remember that girls are not used to being the aggressors in relationships. They will give you signals letting you know they want you to flirt with them. Watch for direct eye contact or little touches from her. Is she touching you a lot? Chances are, she wants you to touch her more. When you go out and it’s time to go home, does she try to make plans with you for the next day? If she wants to see you 2 or more days in a row, she’s probably interested, too. And, finally, if she jokes about you two kissing or hooking up, she’s also testing the waters. Take a joke as a sign that she is interested, and wants you to confirm that you are attracted to her, as well.
9. REMEMBER TO LOVE YOURSELF AND THE RIGHT GIRL WILL FIND YOU
It’s simple advice, but the most important in the end. The more you love yourself, the sexier you will be and the more likely she will find you.
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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ASK MISS BLISS - A GIRL’S FIRST THREESOME
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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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GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - A SERIALIZED TRUE STORY OF A GIRL, HER MAN, AND THE LOVER HE INTRODUCED HER TO.
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SPIN THE BOTTLE - PART TWO
Written by Miss Bliss on June 20, 2008 – 11:08 am -Did you miss Spin The Bottle - Part One? CLICK HERE to catch up.
ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY TO HELP YOU SLEEP MORE SOUNDLY
“I think we need a change of location for Round Two,” says George, stirring her drink.
“I’m not going down five flights drunk,” says Carina, referring to the steep stairs of her six-floor walk-up brownstone. “I will most definitely break a leg or an ankle, and then how would I dance?” She winks at you with a playfulness you have never seen before. You had no idea that she was so much fun drunk and remind yourself to skip the beer and to go straight to the hard stuff the next time you hang out.
“Oh, we are not leaving the apartment,” says George with a deep laugh, “Those stairs are hard enough sober. I was thinking that we move the game into your bedroom.” Carina’s eyes widen and a small spark of terror flickers behind her painted lashes.
“I like it in here,” you say, aware of Carina’s fear. “We don’t have to walk far to get another drink.”
“Let’s bring the gin into the bedroom. Come on, you two,” George shakes her blonde hair with dismay. “Just for round two. What, are you scared I’ll rape you both?”
The idea of tiny George raping anyone is a hysterical concept and both of you laugh. Carina says, “Alright, then. To the bedroom. But, remember, ladies, no raping!”
A part of you wonders what George is trying to stir up by moving your little party into the bedroom. But as you follow the two of them down the hall and into Carina’s bedroom, that throb begins to thump slightly between your legs, and you are quietly grateful for George’s brazen nature. If it were just you and Carina drinking in her living room, the only thing that would happen is more talk about broken hearts and new potential boyfriends. With George involved, maybe, just maybe, the night will end with more than a few deep kisses and drunken laughter.
You only hope they don’t forget about you.
Carina’s bed fills the tiny bedroom, so the three of you climb onto her bed and sit in a circle. Part of your drink spills onto her comforter, but no one notices. Thank goodness you are drinking gin and not red wine.
“Round two,” says George, placing the empty wine bottle in the center of the circle. “I say this time we do Dare or Strip.”
“You mean, if we don’t take the dare we have to take off our clothes,” Carina looks horrified. The first day you and she talked after English Lit. class, you knew right away she had no sense of her own beauty. Her big blue eyes, freckled skin and light strawberry hair entranced you. As innocent and pure as the midwestern town she was born in. Even though her body is long and lean, she thinks she is ugly and fat. You wonder if there is any way you can show her the girl you see.
“No one has to strip,” says George in her teasing way, “just do the dare and all of your clothes stay on.” George is the exact opposite of Carina. Given the opportunity, she’ll walk around you naked and proud of her firm perky breasts and tight stomach. No wonder so many girls can’t stand her.
“Carina,” you say, sensing her nervousness, “why don’t you spin first?”
She smiles at you, delighted the bottle won’t be landing on her, well, at list for this first spin. She goes to spin the bottle, but the friction of the bed keeps it from moving. She tries again, and again, the bottle doesn’t spin. “What do I do now,” she laughs.
“Dare me,” you say.
“Dare both of us,” says George. “If the bottle can’t spin, we both are winners by default.”
“Fine, dare both of us,” you say and roll your eyes. For a second, you wish George would leave.
“Hmmm….” Carina takes a minute to think. “Can I do a strip dare? Or is that cheating?”
“I thought you didn’t want to strip,” you say, suddenly shocked that your clothes may be coming off first.
“I don’t! But I don’t mind you two stripping.” She giggles and you wonder if you know Carina at all. She never seemed like the kind of girl who would want to get other chicks naked. But maybe George is right. Maybe all girls are bisexual; some just don’t know it yet.
“So what’s the dare,” asks George.
“I dare you to take off each other’s shirts, slowly, like you are professional strippers doing it for me, your client.”
“Carina,” George says with her wicked smile, “I like the way your brain operates.” She turns to you and gestures with her finger for you to come closer. The two of you kneel in front of one another and try not to laugh. George starts rocking like there is music playing, and you follow suit, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Looking at Carina, George begins to play with the hemline of your tank, gently lifting it over your belly button. She kisses your belly and winks at Carina; George always loves being the star of the show. Gently, she pulls your tank over your head revealing a simple black bra studded with little rhinestones on the straps. You are grateful you wore a bra that you know looks good but you are still nervous to look at Carina. You aren’t the type of friends who dress and undress around each other, so you suddenly feel shy.
“Doesn’t she have the most gorgeous breasts,” asks George and Carina nods.
“Gorgeous,” she says with such feeling in her voice, a part of you melts. The game is becoming fun again.
You now turn to George and courageously kiss her on the lips. A part of you is tired of her being in control. Unlike her method, you are rough and pull off her wife-beater quickly, hungrily, powerfully. Her pink bra supports her full breasts and although you have seen her naked plenty of times before, something about the night makes it seem like this is the first time you have seen her.
“I want to dare Carina,” you say.
“Dare me,” she says and you look at her eyes and see she is ready for anything.
You pick up her hand and she squeezes yours. “I want you to kiss one of George’s breasts while I kiss the other.”
“You can’t dare yourself,” objects George.
“Sure she can,” says Carina, before she downs a large gulp from her drink.
The two of you come up to George who is still kneeling. You are on her left and Carina is on her right and the two of your face each other. Slowly, you pull down one bra cup to expose George’s hard nipple. Carina follows suit and does the same. You lightly lick the tip of her nipple, and Carina licks the other. You lick again, Carina licks once more. This game, you like. You begin sucking her in and out of your lips while keeping your eyes on Carina who is doing the same. George begins to moan and you know she is getting wet. The throb between your legs is becoming more demanding, aching to be released, but you are still cautious. A part of you knows Carina could bolt at any second if the two of you don’t handle the situation correctly.
Releasing George’s nipple, you say to Carina, “Kiss me.” She moves to you and kisses you deeply. Her mouth is open and her tongue is in your mouth. You use your left hand to squeeze George’s nipple and she moans once more. Still kissing Carina, you lift her up so she’s kneeling just like George and you invite George into the kiss. For the first time, the three of you share a kiss. Carina’s lips are on one side of your mouth, George’s on the other. Your tongues dart from mouth to mouth, all three of you actively caught in a deep three-way kiss. George’s hand finds your nipple and exposes it, squeezing and twisting it roughly. George uses her other hand to find Carina’s and places it on your other nipple - so both girls are tormenting your breasts as you taste both of their lips.
The hunger for both of them is reaching a breaking point. You desire to taste the sweetness between both of their legs but worry that might be going to far. “Stop,” you whisper, “if you girls keep this up, I may not be able to keep my promise.”
“What promise,” George says in a breathy voice, between kisses and licks.
“I might not be able to resist raping you both.”
Carina laughs. “So is that round three? Truth or rape?”
George smiles. “Where’s the bottle? I think it’s time to spin again.”
TO BE CONTINUED….
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISS WARRIOR
FOLLOW MY RULES PART ONE AND PART TWO
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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EVEN CANADIANS WATCH THE L-WORD - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 2
Written by Miss Bliss on June 11, 2008 – 10:49 am -“Do you watch the L-Word,” asks the lovely Marcela, a German-Spanish Canadian.
“I certainly do,” I say. “There’s nothing I love to hate more than the L-Word.” Seven bi-girls have met on a sunny Saturday in June for conversation, community and fun. Already, the food has been eaten, drinks have been downed, and strangers have become friends.
“Come on, now. It’s a fun show to watch,” Marcela says.
“Look, I would watch anything Jennifer Beals does. Ever since Flashdance, I just love her. I think she’s great on the show and I am so glad her marriage with Tina ended so we could see her seducing new girls.”
“I love her and Shane,” says the pretty blonde to my right.
“Everyone’s in love with Shane,” I say.
“The scenes with Shane and Paige were just gorgeous,” says the beautiful brunette to my left. “I’m sorry that relationship ended. Paige has the greatest tits, don’t you think? And I heard Shane’s a real lesbian, and I think Max is, too.”
“I saw Shane once at NY Pride,” I say. “She’s definitely gay. I’m bummed they took Max’s character and made the only pretty butch on the show a pre-op transgender. Why couldn’t she just be the hot butch? Does every lesbian have to be an uber-femme super model?”
Marcela says, “I think they’re trying to bring awareness to transgender issues, which is good. Whatever they can do to create drama they will do because it’s a soap opera.” She turns to her auburn-haired friend on her left and asks, “Do you watch the L-Word?”
“I don’t have cable,” she says.
“My man is a computer guy,” says the asian beauty across from her, “we just download the episodes and watch them for free.”
“I love Cybill Shepard on the show. I thought she was just terrific,” the girl next to me says, and the table agrees.
“I hated Jenny so much until the end of this season,” says Marcela. “I just felt so bad for her when her assistant took over her whole film and her life. It was so sad.”
“Jenny deserves to be hated,” I say. “The best part of this season was when the writers realized that these girls would HATE Jenny and NEVER hang out with someone that self-absorbed and annoying.”
“And she’s the Canadian on the show,” says my co-host, Harper, and the table laughs.
“I’ve read some articles written by bisexuals about the show and they have many valid critiques,” I say.
“Like what,” asks Marcela.
“Well, Tina and Jenny both dated men at some point in the show, but they are also the most annoying characters. They always talk about Alice being bi, but she’s only interested in lesbian relationships,” I say. “I remember there was this one episode that started with each of them pointing a ‘gay-dar’ at each other. When it pointed at Alice it read ‘bisexual’ but nothing about her behavior seems bi to me.”
“Just because she’s only dating women now doesn’t mean she’s a lesbian,” says Marcela.
“True,” I say, “but the writers seem to critique any type of relationship that is not strictly monogamous. This season they had the sexiest scene when Shane met a lesbian couple that was in an open relationship. They invited Shane to join them for a threesome which was incredibly hot. But in the next episode, they punished their audience for enjoying the hot scene when they showed one of the girls lying to be with Shane behind her partner’s back. So, the message was, girls in open relationships are liars.”
“Whatever creates drama,” says Marcela. “Can you believe there are only 8 episodes left?”
“Only eight,” asks the brunette next to me.
“Next season is the last season.”
“Let’s just pray that Bette doesn’t get back together with Tina,” I say, “and let’s hope there’s a lot more sex and a lot LESS talking.”
Canadians should watch The L-Word, I think, as the conversation switches once again. After all, it is shot in Vancouver, the Los Angeles of Canada. And, no matter who I am with - bi-girls, lesbians or straight girls - everyone loves to hate it and can’t stop watching it. But then again, who wouldn’t want to watch beautiful women make love?
Are you a fan of the L-Word? What do you love about the show? Are you someone who loves to hate the show like me? What drives you crazy and what keeps you watching? Let me know!
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MIGHT ENJOY READING ABOUT OTHER BLISS BRUNCHES:
FROM TOMBOYS TO FAB FEMME GIRLS - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 1
GET OUT OF YOUR HOUSE AND MAKE A BI-GIRL FRIEND
AN ODD PLACE TO MEET A BI-GIRL
THE STRANGE FOLKS ON CRAIGSLIST
THERE IS NO “ONE-TYPE” OF BI-GIRL
SHE’S A PERFECT GENTLEMAN AND SHE’S PACKIN’
I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE
MY MOM OUTED ME OVER THANKSGIVING DINNER
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GUESS WHAT? I DID NOT REALIZE THAT I SCHEDULED OUR HIGH TEA DURING NEW YORK’S PRIDE WEEKEND. I WILL BE IN NYC TO PROMOTE BLISS WARRIOR AND HOTEL BLISS SO I NEED TO RESCHEDULE OUR TEA. THE FIRST WEEKEND IN JULY IS THE 4TH OF JULY WEEKEND, SO I AM WONDERING IF JUNE 21ST IS BETTER THAN MID-JULY? PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK.
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DESPERATE AT 30 WEEKS - AN EXCERPT FROM MY MISERABLE, LONELY, LESBIAN PREGNANCY
Written by Miss Bliss on May 21, 2008 – 10:25 am -Dearest Readers, I introduced you to my marvelously funny and talented friend, Andrea Askowitz, in my blog, Sharing the Same Sperm: A Love Story. This month Cleis Press is releasing her hysterical and poignant memoir, My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy, and I am proud to share an excerpt of her book with you.
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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Desperate at 30 Weeks
An Excerpt from My Miserable, Lonely, Lesbian Pregnancy (Cleis Press)
by Andrea Askowitz
I was thirty weeks pregnant, which is seven and a half months. I was big when I got this new, yet vaguely familiar feeling. I got pregnant alone, using an anonymous sperm donor and had spent the first 7 and a half months of my pregnancy feeling sorry for myself because I didn’t have a partner. I didn’t have anyone to have sex with either, but I was too depressed to care.
WEEK 30, DAY 2
“I’m finding it difficult to get laid,” I say.
Ravi, my friend who has had more sex than anyone I know, says, “Oh, you’re back.”
I say, “I’m back more than ever.”
“Plenty of people would want to have sex with you,” he says, “especially when you’re pregnant.”
“Who?”
WEEK 30, DAY 3
My downstairs neighbor at work, who’s a professional photographer, asks me to pose for a book he’s doing on pregnant women. He shows me his pictures, which are stunning and unique, just bellies mostly.
He and his assistant set up lights in my office. He is confident as he snaps my picture. He tells me how to stand or turn. He talks about how beautiful pregnant women are, how beautiful I am. I take off my clothes.
I have known him for more than a year and always thought he was a friendly guy. He is very good-looking: black with light skin and big dark eyes and long eyelashes. He has a straight nose and full lips with perfect white teeth. His head is shaved, which makes him look more like a boy than a man. He is only 26.
He chats a little but never stops shooting. I tell him pregnancy is hard. He nods. I start to think he’s sexy.
“Who takes care of you?” he says.
“I do.”
“Who rubs you down?”
“No one.”
He puts his camera down and says, “Don’t be shy to call me.”
I go home and call Ravi. “I’m going to have sex,” I say.
“With who?”
“The photographer man at my office.”
“Uh, you’re a lesbian.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t have sex with a man. What should I make him for dinner?”
Ravi suggests pasta primavera. “And don’t forget to play the CD.”
Several months ago, when Ravi was Internet dating, he gave me his secret weapon in case I ever needed to use it. “This CD is too potent to name,” he said. “By the fifth song it’s guaranteed to get anybody to take his clothes off.”
WEEK 30, DAY 4
I call the photographer, and he comes over. He brings oil and lotion, for different parts of the body. He seems to know massage.
We eat dinner. I don’t think he likes the primavera. He is quiet. I think maybe he’s nervous. I ask him if he has a girlfriend or a boyfriend.
He says he only dates women, but that he’s single. “I don’t want a girlfriend. I’m focused on work.”
“But don’t you want love and sex?”
“I have two girls who give me head whenever I want.”
“Do you go down on them?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“They just do it for me to keep me out of trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“You know.”
“No.”
After dinner he wants to get right to the massage. “What should I wear?” I say.
He says, “Nothing. I’ve already seen you naked.”
True, but now I’m nervous to be alone with him. I can hear my neighbors talking, so I think if he gets psycho, I’ll scream, and they’ll come in.
I put the CD on low, put on boxers and a tank top, and lie down on my side on the bed. My belly is too big to lie face down. He starts with my back, under my shirt. His touch is firm and strong. He uses lavender oil, one scent I love, even while pregnant. I am relaxing. I take off my shirt and he massages my arms, my neck, and my belly really gently. My baby is happy.
He spends a lot of time on my belly, making circles with his warm hands. I watch his hands; they are confident. His fingers are big and lean and pretty. He has very little hair on his latte-colored arms.
His circles get wider and then he runs his hands over my breasts. I am startled. My breath quickens.
I say, “That’s nice.”
He doesn’t say anything but does it again: He circles my belly and then touches my breast slowly and deliberately. One and then the other. I look at his face and find no reaction. He is staring at something on the wall. I say, “What are you thinking about?”
“Work,” he says.
“You’re thinking about work?”
“I have lots to do.”
Portishead is playing on the CD. Slow, rhythmic bass. “Is this sexy to you?” I ask.
“Do I want to have sex with you?”
“Well, that’s not what I asked, but do you?” I am breathing heavier now. I can’t help myself.
“Only if you really want me to.”
“No, I don’t,” I say. I don’t want to. This guy’s creepy. “But we could do other things.”
“Like what?” I look him up and down. His shoulders are broad, like a swimmer’s. His muscles show through his tight, white T-shirt. I look to see if he has a bulge in his jeans, but I can’t tell. He is barefoot.
“Well, why don’t you take your shirt off?”
“No, this is for you,” he says.
He then spends 45 minutes massaging my feet and legs. He takes several minutes with my toes and works his way, very slowly, over my ankles and calves. He rubs my knees and thighs and presses hard against my hip and then my butt. His hands are inside my boxers making circles on my butt the way he did my belly, and I am breathing heavy. I take off my boxers.
He lowers me onto my back, spreads my legs open and slowly kneads the inside of my thighs with both hands. He is rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh just below my groin. I arch up to receive him, but he moves his hands down. I raise my hips and he strokes me. I hear myself moan and this embarrasses me.
When he moves away I arch my back and he returns. I move my hips up and down. I am begging. Finally, he puts his fingers inside me and I move back and forth on his agile fingers. I am getting the most full-body massage I’ve ever gotten.
I ask again, “Now do you think this is sexy?”
“It’s pretty,” he says. “Your kitty is pretty.”
When the CD ends, he says, “Okay, I gotta go.” He leaves quickly.
I lie there awake, alone, thinking about being touched by anyone, even a strange black man who doesn’t want me. I take out my Pocket Rocket, which I keep in the drawer of my night table in case of emergencies, and, surrounded by the scent of lavender, make myself come before falling asleep.
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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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LOVING GIRLS OF MANY SHAPES AND SIZES
Written by Miss Bliss on May 12, 2008 – 9:39 am -“It’s so strange that we have no idea of our own size or the space we actually fill. It’s so hard for us to see what others see.”
I am having lunch with a gorgeous baby bi-girl friend of mine in Hollywood. It is unusually cold - the June gloom came in May - and we are trying to warm up by sipping large bowls of soup. “Well, it’s especially easy to think you’re fat in L.A.”
“I know. When I’m in New York, I feel normal, and if I’m in South Dakota, it’s easy to feel thin…” She laughs and her blue eyes brighten the foggy afternoon. “But here in L.A., everyone is so determined to look like a stick on TV, it makes you feel crazy and huge.”
“You know,” she says with a tilt of her red hair, “when I lived in Seattle, I felt pretty darn good about my body. I never had issues with feeling fat. I liked who I was, but here…” Her words drift off and I nod.
“I’ve been trying to write a blog on why women should explore dating girls of all different body types, but I’ve had a hard time getting the right words out. When we feel fat, it’s because we are comparing ourselves to some stick-figure girl who has no breasts or butt but can fit into a size zero. As my man says, ‘Boy bodies can be fun once in awhile, but most men don’t want to spend their lives with just that.’ When he first said that to me, I thought he was crazy. I guess we are so used to seeing that body type in fashion and the media, we women get brainwashed and think that is what men want, when, in reality, men often prefer a soft, curvy, femme girl.”
“Is that true,” she asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Well, it wasn’t until we started having love affairs that I realized why men truly do appreciate the unique look of each woman’s body. Over many years, we have had the amazing honor of finding lovers that are taller, shorter, larger, curvier, thinner… And, with some of them, I felt like the ‘big’ girl, with others I felt like the ‘tiny’ girl, and sometimes, I would be surprised and delighted that the ‘tiny’ girl was actually my same size, even though I felt ‘bigger’.”
“It’s true that it’s really hard for us to see what others see.”
“There was something about being with a girl who would say, ‘Look at how fat my thighs are,’ and I would look at her and see beautiful legs. She wasn’t fat at all! Or the girl who’d complain about how flat chested she was when all I ever wanted was to be able to wear a tank-top without a bra. Moments like these helped me to question myself when my brain would go to those same dark places. By seeing the beauty in all types of women, I learned to see my own.”
She ponders this as she sips her soup, and I take a moment to feel gratitude for each and every woman whose unique beauty makes a dreary day sparkle.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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SHALL WE PLAY A GAME?
Written by Miss Bliss on May 7, 2008 – 9:40 am -For my 33rd birthday, I decided to have a slumber party. I invited my six sexiest bi-girl friends and told them they had to come in lingerie. These friends did not know one another, but they trusted me to invite girls like them: smart, sexy, savvy bi-girls.
My man and I spent an entire week getting the apartment ready for the big fest. I covered the floor in red and purple satin cushions and balloons draped ribbons from the ceiling. Candles were everywhere and the music playlist was just right - setting the stage for a sensational event. It was the slumber party I couldn’t have imagined as a little girl, but always wished could happen as an adult.
But before the girls could come to the party, I asked them to help me plan for the main event: THE GAME.
Even when girls know each other are bi, it is tricky to feel comfortable enough to be their open, flirtatious selves until they feel they KNOW the other girls. Many bi-girls are not used to being the aggressor, so they can be shy even when they are with other open girls. With my man’s assistance, we created a game to help my friends get to know one another while ensuring the conversation did not revolve around boring small talk.
A few days before the party, I e-mailed each of the girls three questions and asked them to e-mail me their answers before the day of the party.
The questions were:
1. WHAT IS THE NAUGHTIEST THING YOU’VE EVER DONE?
2. WHAT IS A FANTASY THAT YOU HAVE MASTURBATED TO?
3. HOW DO YOU COME? (OR, WHAT MAKES YOU CLIMAX?)
Each girl sent me their answers, and I printed them out in the same font onto individual index cards. When the girls arrived, we began to play the game.
The first round was, “What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?”
We sat on the satin cushions in a circle, and the first girl picked one of the index cards and read the answer printed on it. She then had to guess who had written the answer. If she guessed right, she got to dare the girl to do something. If she guessed incorrectly