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 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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CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY

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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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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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WHAT TO GET AN ESCORT FOR HER BIRTHDAY
by Saying It All

I’m sitting in the shade on a pleasantly hot afternoon. The condensation on my glass of whiskey is making a small puddle on the glass top of the bar that Dani and her man Bart have set up on their patio. It’s a birthday barbeque for me and Dani. I’m surrounded by the people who know me best. My chosen family. Each and every one of them knows my secrets and would protect me with all that they have. They know that my work takes so much out of me, in spirit and love and energy. They know I’ve been feeling a bit of care-giver burnout. And every one of them is making sure I simply enjoy myself for a change. I’m in the most comfortable space I can imagine.

But we’ve been drinking for hours now. The sun is starting to sink, and I’m feeling the heat and liquor. I ask Dani if I can lay down for just a bit. She leads me into her bedroom and pulls back the covers while I strip off my pants. I climb between the cool sheets and she tucks me in and places a sweet kiss on my forehead.

“I’ll come wake you in just a bit.” she says, as she’s walking to the door. But as she opens the door, there stand Lia and Jane. These two are my partners in crime. And though Dani offers to shoo them away, I tell her to go ahead and let them in. My girls are always welcome.

They come to the bed, one on each side, and stroke my hair and face, kiss my fingers, ask me if I’m feeling ok. I assure them that I’m just laying down for a bit. Recharging. A look passes between them. A sly smile. They peel the covers down to my waist and encourage me to let them take my tank and bra. “To make you more comfortable”. And they are right. I’m more comfy without them. Especially when Jane runs her hands up from my bellybutton to gently stroke my breasts. They are such dolls. Being soothing, kind, loving. And I’m feeling like the most loved being on Earth.

TO READ THE REST OF THE BLOG, CLICK HERE.

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ASK MISS BLISS - SHE DISAPPEARED WITHOUT A WORD

Written by Miss Bliss on January 9, 2008 – 6:37 am -

Dear Miss Bliss,

Several months ago, I met a girl from Craigslist. We hit it off and we were both attracted to each other. We were alike in that we’re both bi, femme, artistic, and “closeted” so we understood each other’s need for privacy. Since we never hung out together during the day doing regular daytime activities, I wouldn’t call what we had a “friends with benefits” type of relationship, but we’d call or text each other whenever one of us was in need of soft and sensual female companionship. We saw each other for several months and she was really sweet. Although she had a lot of drama going on in her life, she’d always text message me saying how she wanted to see me, or just to say “how are you” and ask how things were going. We were like secret friends: we’d meet at night, talk, cuddle, kiss… I felt like a little girl again keeping secrets from the rest of the world by meeting her at night to indulge in our fantasies.

It’s been a month since I last heard from her, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out what I might have done or said to make her have a change of heart. We never said if we were seeing other girls, although I assume she must have been in hindsight. Even still, I don’t understand how she could go from frequent messaging to no contact at all. I feel like a fool and am a little hurt.

If I hadn’t met her on Craigslist, I never would’ve guessed she was bi because she looks very straight. Is it possible to look TOO straight or too innocent and wholesome? I think I look really straight, and I know everyone thinks I’m younger than I really am. I don’t have any problems attracting men, but when it comes to girls, I feel like I’m not pretty enough and that I’m not attractive enough for them.

I don’t want this to bother me, but as much as I hate to admit it, it does. Why do you think she disappeared?

xoxoxo
Missing My Secret Friend

Dear Missing,

I am deeply grateful to know that there are still innocent, young and wholesome girls on Craigslist. Even better, there are two wholesome girls on Craigslist who found each other and got to spend months delighting one another with sweet messages and warm curled bodies. Unfortunately, lack of direct communication and a bit of insecurity probably led this delightful sensuous friendship on a path to a bad outcome.

COMMUNICATION IN LOVE AFFAIRS IS ESSENTIAL
I personally do not like the terms “fuck buddies” or “friends with benefits”. Although they do describe a relationship accurately, I would rather find a lover and have a love affair… but that is just me! You were having a “sensual” affair and enjoying the secret that only you knew: you, the straightest-seeming girl in the world, had found a lover! But for some reason, you two were not communicating well.

GIRLS WITH DRAMA ATTRACT DRAMA
Lovely girl, the minute you wrote that your friend had “a lot of drama” going on, I knew what one of the problems may be. Girls with stress, anxiety, insecurity, chaos and craziness in their lives are not the girls to get involved with sexually and emotionally. If she already has drama in her life, she will attract more drama, and that drama, unfortunately, will eventually involve you.

DO NOT CREATE UNNECESSARY DRAMA
I do not know why you assume in hindsight she had other female lovers. Be careful not to create drama that is not there. Just because she disappeared does not necessarily mean she was seeing another girl.

LOOKING YOUNG IS NEVER A BAD THING
Alright. I think you are the first girl to ever worry about looking too young. Take time today to enjoy how fresh and youthful you are, and make sure to be grateful for the amazing genes you have. Know that you will only become more grateful as you enter your 30s, 40s, 50s and beyond!

ALL GIRLS ARE INSECURE

Every girl worries that she will be the girl no other girl will be attracted to. We are taught from an early age to compete with one another; we are trained to size each other up and decide who is prettier, thinner, more popular, and sexier. Because of this toxic behavior, we all have a part of ourselves that is insecure, especially around other women. What helps us is remembering that other girls feel the same way, so we need to communicate actively how beautiful, sexy, fit and wonderful they are. When we make another girl feel valued and adored, we also feel more attractive and secure.

INSECURE GIRLS ACT LIKE CRAZY GIRLS
We all know that when we are feeling insecure, we do not act our best. I think your lovely girl disappeared because she was too insecure to communicate with you directly. Maybe she wanted the relationship to go deeper than you did. Maybe her “drama” got too overwhelming and she got swallowed up in it. Maybe she was getting to attached to you or worried that you were too attached to her.

The point is, it does not really matter why she disappeared. It was wrong of her to hurt you without communicating why she could no longer continue the friendship. Allow yourself to feel the hurt, but move on. There are plenty of other amazing girls out there that are ready to be direct and upfront with you and treat you like a lover should be treated.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS

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ADVICE FOR BABY BI-GIRLS PART 1 -FINDING A FEMALE LOVER
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