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 - A TOMBOY HANDLES JEALOUSY
ASK MISS BLISS - MARRIED TO A MAN AND IN LOVE WITH A WOMAN
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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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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.
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FOLLOW MY RULES - PART I
Written by Miss Bliss on April 25, 2008 – 9:57 am - ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY TO HELP YOU SLEEP A LITTLE SOUNDER…
You study them both with curious eyes. She is adorable, a little older than you, but with a youthful glow and energy that makes you like her. He is harder to read. You aren’t sure if he is nervous, angry, or just doesn’t know how to act. Deciding he must just be uncomfortable, you lose a little respect for him and even more desire. Turning back to her, she looks at you, smiles broadly and lets out a giggle. With each minute, she is becoming giddy and more beautiful.
You lean back in the maroon leather chair and let your hand finger the stem of your martini glass. “This is what I’d like to do tonight,” you state with an authority that surprises you. “I’m ready to go home with you both, if you follow my rules.”
“Tonight?” Her voice is full of eagerness. “I thought you said you just wanted to meet us tonight. I didn’t know you’d want to…” Her voice trails off and she looks at her husband.
“What are your rules,” he asks with a gruff voice. Obviously, he is not used to someone else leading the game. Or, maybe, he has never been challenged by a women. She seems like the type who lets him make decisions and his unease makes you feel even more in control.
Speaking slowly, with a voice no mortal could resist, you say, “I’ll come home with you both, but this is the scenario I envision.” You look right into his eyes, “I want the two of us to destroy her together.”
“Destroy me?” She lets out an involuntary gasp and blushes.
“Yes. I want to him and I to take turns making you come over and over again.”
“That sounds wonderful!” A lock of black curly hair falls into her eyes and she is more desirable than in the pictures she sent online.
“What are your rules,” he asks again, sensing a threat.
You don’t like him which makes this easy for you. Sure, he is probably a great guy for her - she seems to love him or at least likes to say she does – and he is attractive in a tough guy kind of way, but being his lover is utterly unappealing. “You are not allowed to touch me and I am not allowed to touch you. She can touch both of us and we both can touch her. Those are my rules.”
There is a silence while she looks at him wondering if he is hurt. But you know men a little better than she does, or you think you do. You have thrown down a glove and are asking him if he is man enough to accept your challenge. Will he duel to see who can please this dark-haired beauty more?
A wry smile crosses his face and for a second, you see the handsomeness she must see. “If my wife agrees to the rules, I will agree.”
She is surprised to be the final vote in this proposition. “Are you sure,” she asks him quietly, “because we do not have to…”
You love seeing how awkward you have made them and it emboldens you. “This deal is only good tonight. I can’t predict how I’ll feel tomorrow.”
A look of anger mixed with curiosity flashes across his face but you are not scared. Feeling like you are able to predict every one of his emotional reactions, you smile. They are both yours and for a night, you will own them. You know it even before he nods and says to his wife, “It’s up to you.”
“It could be fun, right?”
“It will be fun for you,” he says, but there is no jealousy or malice in his voice. He understands that this encounter will not be the threesome they imagined or hoped for, but the rules are creating a newer dynamic that might be hotter than any fantasy. He smiles that almost-handsome smile once more and looks right into your eyes. “Don’t think you can please her better than I can, because if you do, it will be a disappointing night for you.”
“I am not worried about being disappointed at all.” You pick up her hands across the café table and take her index finger into your mouth, your eyes on his the entire time. In the middle of the darkened, crowded room, you begin sucking her finger in and out, saying to him with your eyes, “You won’t get to feel these lips on you tonight.” She lets out a muffled moan and he takes her other hand. Placing his hand in her lap under the table, you soon realize he is under her skirt and touching her as you toy with her finger. No one else in the restaurant seems to notice.
Her eyes show panic; being out in a public establishment and being sexually overtaken, frightens her. “This is so nice, but can we pay and go?” Her voice is breathy and nervous.
“Not until you come,” he commands with a lifted eyebrow. He wants to make her come first, even if it means bringing her to a climax in a public place.
This annoys you and you remove her finger from your mouth. “Let me watch,” you say. “I’ll play lookout.”
You are in the back corner of the café and even though the tables are filled with people, your back does conceal them from the other patrons. His arm moves faster, and shakes the table at times. You aren’t particularly interested in what he is doing to her, but her face is fascinating to you. Trying to resist, wanting to succumb, embarrassed and scared she’ll be discovered, overwhelmed with desire and a passion to break all the rules – she is the most beautifully conflicted creature you have seen.
Soon the shaking moves up her body and her shoulders begin to rock, her breaths are quicker, less controlled and her eyes close. Lost in the vibration of his hands, she is in another world, until a large shudder shakes her whole body and the table and you have to catch your drink.
Soon she is quiet and her body is still, again. He withdraws his hand and smiles at you, silently asking, “Can you make her come that fast?”
He thinks he has control again, and you don’t like this. “Put your fingers in her mouth,” you command. “I want her to taste herself.”
Looking at you with a competitive eye, he places two fingers in her mouth and she sucks at them hungrily. His eyes stay on you.
“Shall we get the check,” you say, pleased to be in a powerful place once again. “I think it’s time to take this girl home.”
With his left hand he signals for the check, while his right two fingers remain buried in her lips. By challenging him, he has lost all sense of where he is. If you pushed him a little more, he may just fuck her right on the table.
Smiling, you cannot wait to see what this night will bring.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER EROTICA 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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TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on February 22, 2008 – 6:43 pm -this blog is not appropriate for anyone under the age of 18.
It is late, later than you normally go out, but you didn’t want to arrive early. Walking through velvet curtains, you walk slowly behind your man, letting him protect you as you adjust to the dim lighting. Music blasts and as your eyes adjust to the darkness, you begin to see the shapes of people dancing.
“Maybe we should go,” you say. Entering a roomful of strangers makes you anxious, and your heart beats faster.
He turns to face you and pulls you close to him. “Everything’s fine. I will protect you. No one will come near you.” You hug him back and feel safer. He leads you past the group of fifty or so dancers and you keep your eyes on him. You have never felt so shy.
The two of you slip into a velvet booth with a candlelit table. This is your first time at a sex party and you are exited and scared. Excited, because you have never really met other bisexual women, but scared, because you are young - only 22 - and have no idea what to expect.
He pours the wine you brought and you drink a little too fast, as your eyes take in the scene. The party has been going on for hours and you are shocked by how many girls are partially dressed or completely nude. Some of them are so pretty you wonder if you belong there. One tall brunette wears a beaded corset with garters and your become fixated on her beauty. Three girls are dancing with her, all obviously attracted to her olive skin and deep, black eyes lined in gold glitter.
“She’s gorgeous. You have great taste,” says your man.
“She’s ridiculous,” you say. “Too perfect for me.”
“Now who’s being ridiculous,” he asks. “There is no girl here prettier than you.”
You smile at him but cannot believe his words. Small and petite, curvy and femme, you know you are pretty - but not drop dead gorgeous like the brunette.
He fills your wine glass a second time and again, you drink fast; wanting to be drunk, wanting the edges to blur just a little, wanting to feel like you belong with the beautiful girls.
“She just looked at you.”
“She did,” you ask, but cannot get yourself to look over at her. “Are you sure?”
“She just did again! You should look back at her and smile.”
You look up and catch her eye. She smiles and you turn away immediately. Foolish and immature, you feel like a fifth grader. He kisses your cheek and you smile again. The mixture of alcohol and the smell of his sweet skin relax you and make you feel a bit more courageous.
This time you look at her as she dances with the girls around her. You wait - admiring her beauty - and then, once more, she turns and looks right at you. This time you smile first and she waves a small hello. Under the table, he squeezes your hand proudly.
You are about to wave back, when a couple interrupts you. “Hello,” says the guy, an ordinary looking 30ish man with his nervous wife trailing slightly behind him. “I’m Greg and this is Meg.” She waves hi. “Can we join you,” he asks and you want to say no, you want to say you were just going to get a drink, but before a word gets out the two of them have joined you in the booth.
“Is this your first time,” asks Meg, who looks a lot like a substitute teacher. Wide-eyed and witless, she says, “We haven’t seen you here before and some newbies need a warm welcome. We’ve given lots of new couples a tour of the place. Introduce them to some of the regulars. Would you like that? We could give you a tour of the back room.”
The back room? Nothing sounds more scary or revolting and you worry the brunette may see the four of you together and think you are already negotiating terms for sexual play. Reading your mind, your boyfriend comes to your rescue and says, “I hate to be rude, but we were just going to use the bathroom….”
“Oh, that’s okay,” says Greg, immediately understanding their offer has been gently turned down.
“Pleasure to meet you,” you say, as you escape the booth. You try not to let your mind imagine what these two have done at other parties. The picture is not pretty and you chase it out of your mind as he leads you to the restrooms.
There are two unisex bathrooms and a long line that the two of you join. As you approach the end of the line you are delighted to see that at the very end of the line is someone you recognize: the brunette. Only, this time, she is alone with a rather obvious space between her and the naked round man in line in front of her.
He makes sure you are next in line behind her and you notice your heart racing again. She turns and flashes that brilliant smile again. You smile back and you maintain eye contact for a few seconds. Never have you been so close to such a warm, beautiful girl and known she was into girls.
She leans down so her lips are close to your ears and asks in the sexiest voice you’ve ever heard, “What is your name?”
You turn and say your name and she says, “Your name is as lovely as you are. My name is boring.” She tells you her name.
Her name is boring so you say - feeling high on the attention and the rapidly drunk wine - “May I call you Ravishing? Because that’s what you are.”
“Oh, my, but you are a such a sweet girl.” She then looks over your shoulder and asks, “Are you going to introduce me to your man, darling?” and you laugh, apologize, and then, introduce them. He is a perfect gentleman and she is charmed by the two of you.
Every now and then your flirtatious conversation is interrupted as the line creeps closer to the bathroom. When the brunette gets to the front of the line, she turns to your man and whispers something in his ear and goes into the bathroom. As you hear the door lock, he smiles and then whispers in your ear, “She wants us to wait for her when she gets out.”
“Really,” you ask. “Does that mean she’s into us?”
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In the same booth as before, the three of you sit close together, you happy to be between two gorgeous people: one you love and one you just met.
He says, “My girlfriend is so beautiful, isn’t she?”
The brunette says, as she touches your thigh, “She is stunning. The prettiest girl here tonight.”
“She is,” he agrees. “Do you know this beautiful girl has never kissed a girl?”
“Never,” she asks. “Oh, poor, darling. I think that’s something we can fix.” She moves her face very close into you and asks, “May I kiss you?”
She kisses you and tastes like clean, fresh water. Her lips are soft, smooth and small and you kiss her back. Your right hand holds his hand and he squeezes it with pride. Her tongue opens your lips and enters your mouth and you kiss her deep. When you part, you turn to your man and say, “She is amazing.”
“You are amazing,” he says, and kisses you. You kiss him back, fast, furious, passionately, as her hand crawls up your thigh and finds your lace panties. You spread your legs wider, hungry for her to touch you, and completely forgetting the people all around you.
Her fingers go up and under the lace and soon she has found your most intimate self. Only a woman who has pleasured herself many times can so easily and expertly find your favorite places. Her hand could be yours and in your eagerness to show her how amazing she is, your right hand finds her thigh as your left finds his.
Turning to kiss her, then back to him — while finding his hard self with the left and her wet self with the right — the three of you are fully dressed but moving together all under the table. If others notice, they don’t show it. Enough naked sex is happening on the dance floor to keep the voyeurs occupied.
You stroke him, she strokes you, while you stroke her back. All three of you together in feeling, anticipation, passion and pleasure. She whispers “three-way kiss” into your ear and you repeat the message to him. Without stopping the touching you rearrange yourselves until the three of you can kiss. His tongue into your mouth, then hers, than his in hers, and hers in yours and yours in his…
You imagined with him how good it would be but you had no idea. Until Now.
You pull away from their lips and whisper that you are close. She says, “Want to come with me, beauty?” You nod, your hands moving rapidly against both of them, bringing them closer. Her hand moves faster on you and harder and faster and harder than you could ever do yourself. You tell her to continue by touching her harder and faster, mimicking her movements.
“Wait,” he says, and gives you a look.
Instantly, you remember where you are. This isn’t what you and your man discussed. You don’t want to have your first time here, in this kind of place. The connection is too special.
You turn to her and ask, “Would you like to go somewhere else?”
Her eyes light up. “I would love to.”
He stands up and helps you both out of the booth.
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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If you enjoyed this work of erotic fiction, you may also enjoy:
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LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on February 1, 2008 – 2:37 pm -please note: this story is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. contains graphic sexual content.
Other girls bored you. You enjoyed making them come, who wouldn’t? But no girl got to you.
Until, you met her.
And, it wasn’t because she went down on you better than any other. She was the best, no doubt, but that wasn’t what made your heart open. She definitely surprised you with her gentle, responsive, and soft tongue. Nothing about her technique reminded you of a man. She performed one hundred percent femme cunnilingus. Every lick was a question: do you like this? Am I pleasing you? Am I better than any other?
Against her smooth face, you move your thighs fast. It is your second date and already you are slippery wet with the juices she stirred up in you. Rubbing your thighs fast against her mouth, chin, and cheekbones, you notice no roughness, no trace of male stubble to slow you down, or make you pause. Your thighs ski back and forth in orgasm. You look at her - a girl with patent leather hair and deep, dark eyes, her small nose against your clit - and you shake. Deep in your vaginal canal, you are shivering, pulsing, releasing. She has made you climax again.
“You are better than any other,” you say. And she is.
But this isn’t how she got you.
You pull her up and clasp her face in your hands. Her white skin is covered in your scent, dripping in your body’s adoration of her many talents. You bring her pink full lips up to you and slowly kiss, tasting yourself while tasting her. You lick her right cheek and then kiss her left. Her chin is slick with your juices and you lick it lightly. She moves, rapidly darting her tongue into your mouth and you kiss deeply, savoring the mixture of your salt and her sugar.
But that wasn’t the moment, either.
Drenched in adoration and still shaking from pleasure you hug her tight. You pull away from her and turn, finding your man. He kisses you deep, frantic to communicate the frenzy you create together as three.
What makes her so different, you wonder. How can it be explained in words? Was it because she was so clever and sensual, and in every way, the most perfect lover of both a man and a woman?
She slides down his chest, while your finger climbs up her spine. He looks at you and smiles, his eyes full of language and emotion. Her lips lick the tip of his cock and he gasps, his eyes look up into nothing then back down into hers. She is a great cocksucker, you see that instantly. She knows how to caress a cock, and you watch her worship it with loving licks and strokes. She takes him deep; all the way down her throat. He breathes in, surprised and controlled, and you kiss him. His back is sweating, and in that moment, you know that she is not merely a great cocksucker. She is a fantastic cocksucker.
And, a very good girl.
You slide down his body to meet her. Her mouth slides under his shaft and kisses his balls, lightly. A butterfly flick of the tongue, and you smile. You are impressed. She will go as far as you will, maybe even farther. You watch her for a second, then focus your attention on his shaft while she continues tasting and teasing his sack. Licking the length of his cock up and down, you notice he is already wet with her saliva. All you can see is his smooth skin and her closed eyes. Focused, lost in savoring him, the two of you move together, making him moan.
Occasionally, your tongue brushes hers and you kiss. She then licks him, and turns to kiss you, and you kiss her while licking him. All three of you are connected and focused on mutual pleasure. You watch her move her left hand down and she starts stroking his ass, warming him up for her finger.
You are overwhelmed by her power and want to impress her. You take him into your mouth and suck him as deep as you can without choking. Looking up into his eyes, you tell him how much you adore him by stroking the underside of his cock with your tongue.
He begins to move beneath you, his hips moving forward and back, and you realize she is making him move by lightly fucking him with her finger.
Pre-come shoots into your mouth and he tastes sweet. You love his pre-come because it is something he doesn’t control. Incredibly in command of his orgasm, he will only come when he wants to, or when you beg him to. When he gets wet, however, a girl knows she earned it.
He’s getting too close and pulls you both up. Both of your hands surround his cock and you bring him to orgasm together. He kisses you ravenously, and the three of you feed off of each other’s lips. Her come, your come, his taste, your sweat, his come and her saliva all mix - and you are still hungry for more.
That’s when she got you.
She made your brain come.
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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ASK MISS BLISS - MY BOYFRIEND’S “PUSHING HARD” FOR A THREESOME
Written by Miss Bliss on January 30, 2008 – 2:35 pm -Dear Miss Bliss,
I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for over a year now and he is pushing hard for a threesome. It’s not that I don’t want to try it… I am just shy and a little insecure. I am afraid of being the “odd girl out”. I have always been attracted to women, their shapes and smells… but I have never been past the heavy petting stage. I know that this threesome thing would be fun and that my boyfriend would love it, but how do I get over my inhibitions and just have fun? Any suggestions would be welcomed.
Wallflower
Dearest Wallflower,
At our brunch last Sunday in Albuquerque, New Mexico, Kairrie described the conversation she had with her man before their first threesome. This was not Kairrie’s first group experience. She had been the “guest star” with other couples before, but this was the first time she and her man would invite a lover into their bed. Kairrie asked a foxy friend of hers if she would be up for a night of decadent fun with them, and the friend agreed. Having set the date, Kairrie’s man had many questions for her about the upcoming date.
“Is it all right if I kiss her,” he asked Kairrie.
Kairrie said, of course!
“Alright,” he said. “Now, for the big question. How would you feel if I came in her?”
TALK IN EXPLICIT DETAIL ABOUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN DURING THE THREESOME
I mention this conversation for one main reason. The way to avoid feeling left out is quite simple. Have clear, detailed conversations with your man about what will happen during the threesome. Is it alright if he kisses her? Is it alright if he pleases her orally, or is it only you who will please her? Would you enjoy going down on your man with her? Would it be fun for both of you to please her at the same time with your four hands? Go through every scenario you can think of with your man and fantasize together. The more you talk about ways you can please her together, the less likely anyone will feel left out.
HOW TO “GET OVER” ANY INHIBITIONS
It is your first time and it is perfectly natural that you feel nervous and have inhibitions. The more you talk about the first time during sexual play with your partner, the more you can both get turned on together and help each other be ready for the first actual experience.
If you are worried the girl will not be into you, know that ALL girls worry about this. Your lover will probably be worried that she is not as attractive as you are, because all girls, even the prettiest ones, worry that they are not attractive. The more attention and love you give the other girl, the more she will be relaxed with both of you. The invited lover will need you to make her feel comfortable, and by focusing on her, you will feel less nervous.
Reading erotica is a way to get over inhibitions because you realize you are not the only one with these desires and it will teach you a few tips. Finding a bi-girl friend to talk with in your area is another way you can eliminate fears - by acknowledging them, learning tips to avoid jealousy, and feeling better about yourself, your relationship, and your sensual desires.
THE FIRST THREESOME DOES NOT HAVE TO GO “ALL THE WAY”
Many girls get skittish about having a threesome because they do not want their man to penetrate another woman. This is completely natural and totally acceptable. Many women who join couples do not necessarily want to be penetrated by the other girl’s man, at least the first time. If your man does not understand this, or feels that he “must” penetrate both of you to be satisfied, he is not ready for a group situation. He needs to respect your feelings and should not introduce any sexual elements that are not okay with you first. Remember, a threesome is about bringing the two of you closer together while inviting another lucky soul into the love you share.
IF GUYS DIDN’T “PUSH HARD” FOR SEX, MOST OF US WOULD BE VIRGINS
Now, I know this may sound shocking, but if men did not push girls into sex, we might all be middle-aged virgins wondering what the fuss was about. The question is, is your man pushing you in a good way or in a bad way? Many women have fantasies of being with other women, but do not know how to make the first move or are too scared to. If this is the case, dear Wallflower, and your man is pushing you in a good way, helping you get over your fears and make a real move towards finding a lover, then I have no problem with it. I had a friend who was scared to death of going up to a girl and kissing her, but wanted to desperately. One night at a club, her man got a few drinks in her and told her she had to go over and kiss the girl she was flirting with earlier. She said no, he said yes. He said yes again, more sternly this time, and she felt she “had to kiss her.” She went over to her, told the girl she thought she was pretty and asked if she could kiss her. To her delight, the girl said yes, and they kissed. After, she was euphoric and grateful to her man for “pushing her” just enough.
IF HE’S “PUSHING HARD” AND YOU ARE NOT READY, YOU HAVE A PROBLEM
If you are insecure in your relationship and do not trust him to follow the rules you established before the threesome, you two are not ready for a group experience. If he really loves you, he will wait until you are both ready for the experience. As I have written before in the blog, Is Your Man a Deal-Breaker, if he is pushing for penetration with your new lover and does not understand why that should wait, he may not be ready.
FOR MORE TIPS ON AVOIDING PROBLEMS DURING YOUR FIRST THREESOME,
I RECOMMEND RE-READING THESE BLOGS:
ASK MISS BLISS: A GIRL’S FIRST THREESOME
ASK MISS BLISS: A TOMBOY HANDLES JEALOUSY
XOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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THIS SATURDAY NIGHT IN LOS ANGELES BI-GIRL DANCE NIGHT IN WEST HOLLYWOOD
So far we have had a HUGE response to the event and at least 15 girls are coming out to dance the night away.
Want to join us? E-mail me at bliss@blisswarrior.com.
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SHE’S A PERFECT GENTLEMAN & SHE’S PACKIN’
Written by Miss Bliss on January 29, 2008 – 3:07 pm -
“I dated the cutest butch girl,” Melissa says with a smile. “I’m a girly-girl and usually into feminine women, but this girl was so hot.”
It is a cool winter morning in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and five beautiful bisexual women have gathered for brunch, community, and conversation. This brunch is notable because this is the first brunch where all the attendees are experienced bi-girls with many stories to share.
“She really is the cutest lesbian I’ve ever seen,” says Melissa’s friend, Kairrie, a joyful and sparkling blonde. “When this girl goes out with us to a bar or a club, she wears a full tuxedo with a bow-tie and everything. But, what kills us, is she has the whole boy look from the hair, the clothes, the shoes… but, she wears full make-up. She’s the cutest boy and the cutest girl at the same time.”
Jackie has long blonde hair that pours down her back and cleavage artfully accentuated in a black plunging neckline. “God, what is up with the girls who wrap up their boobs and squash them down? I’m like, ‘You’re such a beautiful woman! Don’t hide your gorgeous breasts!’”
Kairrie looks down at Jackie’s bountiful chest, and says with a flirtatious giggle, “Goodness, speaking of gorgeous breasts…”
“Why thank you,” Jackie says.
“But it wasn’t just the tuxedo that made this girl so hot,” Melissa steers the conversation back to her original story. “Whenever we went out, she was the perfect gentleman. She opened every door, pulled out every chair, and wouldn’t let me pay for a thing. Not even a drink at the bar.”
“You haven’t told the best part,” Kairrie says. “When this girl went out, she was always packin’.”
“What does ‘packin’ mean,” asks Geneva, another fiercely intelligent, long-haired beauty.
“It means she goes out with a dildo in her underwear, right,” I ask. “They sell flaccid dildos now at sex stores for girls who want to go out with a special secret.”
“Oh, but this wasn’t flaccid,” says Melissa. “She didn’t just drop a dildo into her panties and go. She wore her strap-on and was ready to take me whenever she wanted.”
“It was erect,” I ask. “How’d she wear that thing around without poking into people?”
“She wore it down her left pant leg, so when we danced together, I could feel how hard she was for me.”
“Really,” I asked shocked. “She could dance with a strap-on?”
“She’s an amazing girl,” says Melissa.
“Speaking of butch lesbians,” says Jackie. “My Mom is uptight. She knows I’m a bi-swinger, and that’s fine with her, she just doesn’t want to know anything about it. That’s fine, but sometimes, what you don’t know can get you into trouble. My mom is really active as a referee for softball, basketball, and soccer and she’s straight.”
“Wait,” I say, “you said she’s a softball referee and isn’t lesbian?”
“Nope. The rest of them are, but she is not. She’s cool with lesbians and everything, but doesn’t know a thing about lesbian culture. That’s fine, except her ignorance almost got her into trouble. One night after the game, the lesbians ask my mom to join them for a drink. They go out drinking and when they are about to leave the bar, they ask my mom if she’d like to come home with them and make a Daisy Chain.”
The table erupts in laughter. “Does your mom know what a Daisy Chain is?”
“Nooooo,” Jackie says emphatically. “She has no idea it’s an invitation to a sex party.”
“Did she go,” I ask.
“Oh my God,” says Kairrie, “can you imagine?”
“Oh, no. She had to get up early for work the next morning, so she excused herself. But the next day she calls me and asks me what a Daisy Chain is. My jaw drops to the floor. I ask her why she wants to know, and she tells me the whole story. I cannot stop laughing. ‘What does it mean,’ she asks, and I say, ‘Are you certain you want to know?’ Because I am honest and I will tell her the truth but only if she really wants to hear it. She says, ‘Tell me,’ so I say, ‘Well, Mom, all the girls get around in a circle and each girl pleasures the next girl and no one is left out.’”
“What did your mom say,” I ask.
“‘She said, ‘Oh, I thought they were going to make baskets or garden or something…’”
We laugh and the conversation continues as Kairrie goes to the counter to get us another round of chai lattes.
XOXOXOOXXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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Dearest Bliss Warriors,
So sorry I was unable to post yesterday. I am in New Mexico and altitude sickness knocked me out yesterday. Now, I’m drinking water and feeling much better. xoxoxoxo BW
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THIS SATURDAY NIGHT WE ARE GOING DANCING IN LOS ANGELES.
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LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS: A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on January 25, 2008 – 6:00 am -
You’ve never used a strap-on and liked it.
The first time a girl tightened those leather straps around your hips, fastening her cock to your body, you felt nothing.
On your back, beneath her, behind her, she loved everything you did to her, but still, nothing.
And, when the three of you physically connected, you and your man taking her together, you watched their faces, touched her hair with one hand, stroked his back with the other, and wanted to be there with them. But you weren’t.
Tonight is different. New advances in sex toy technology have created a strap-on that has two attachments: one for her and one for you.
It’s a little complicated to get on. You don’t know if you should insert your dildo before you adjust the straps or the other way around. Either option is awkward.
She watches you from the bed and you smile, a little embarrassed. You ask for help, and she leisurely climbs off the bed and walks towards you. You study the tiny waist, the full breasts, and desire her.
You expect her to come in front of you and help, but she surprises you by coming from behind. Her lips graze the back of your neck as her arms reach around and find the dildo. “May I,” she asks in a whisper. You smile, step your legs a little further apart, and allow her to fill you. She tightens the straps and this time already feels different than the others.
As she leads you back to the bed, you are conscious of the hardness inside of you, connected to the hardness out in front of you.
Now, you are both on your knees. You kiss and run fingers through shampooed hair, while your cock bounces in front of you. Assisting you coyly, she pours lube from her left hand into her right. Slowly, as if you were a man, she strokes the dildo that is facing her thigh. She makes it wet, makes it warm, makes it ready. With each stroke, each gentle pull outward, the cock within you moves, just a bit.
This movement stimulates fierce lust. Suddenly, you want her. You ask her to get on her hands and knees and place a pillow under her belly for soft support. “Touch yourself,” you whisper into her ear, and her right hand shifts underneath her until her body vibrates slowly.
Play began hours ago, and she is ready for you. The head of your new cock is a little bigger than the others you’ve used, so you enter her slowly, just getting the head in first. The tip is in and she moans, and you push further. “Is this alright,” you ask, but she just says, “More.”
You push all the way into her, and something is different. The dildo inside of you pushes back. You pull out of her, and the one inside you pulls out, too. It’s a part of you. Push and pull. Sliding in and out. You are both connected.
Now, it gets fun. You get to fuck her like a man. You have a cock, and you begin to explore her insides with it. You move your hips from side to side, moving your cock to the left and right. Then you switch and make small circles, then wider ones. With each new move, her breath changes: she moans, she sighs, she begs for more. And you feel it all.
“Faster,” she breathes, and your hips move faster.
“Deeper,” she sighs, and you go deeper.
“Yes, just like that,” she moans, “Just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
She is close, and for the first time, you’re going to feel it when you make her come. Lost in the moment, you have never felt so connected to the male part of yourself. This must be what it feels like for a man, you think, or at least it’s close to what a man feels. Your thighs hurt and your abs feel the workout but you keep going. She is going to come all over you and you cannot wait.
“I’m so close,” she says once more.
But right then, out of nowhere, comes the deepest vaginal orgasm you’ve ever felt. Your climax is hard, more powerful than you’ve had a very long time, and you realize - in bliss and horror- you can’t finish her.
You have to stop and catch your breath. Mumbling an odd apology, you roll off her in an orgasmic daze.
“Oh my God,” you say between breaths, “I came too early. I can’t believe it.”
“It’s okay, honey,” she says, but you hear her disappointment.
“No,” you say. “I’m not letting you go without the orgasm you deserve.” You turn to your man who is beaming with pride, so happy the toy he surprised you with works so very well. “Darling,” you say to him, “I think I need your help.”
He smiles and she’s delighted. You place a condom on his warm, hard perfection, then turn, and hold her in your arms. As you kiss her lips, he takes over where you left off.
XOXOXOXOXXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON: A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES: A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
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BLISS WARRIOR IS BRUNCHING IN SANTA FE, NEW MEXICO
THIS SUNDAY AT 11 AM
WE ALREADY HAVE 5 GORGEOUS GIRLS COMING
FOR FRIENDSHIP AND CONVERSATION.
EMAIL ME AT BLISS@BLISSWARRIOR.COM TO JOIN US!
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ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on January 18, 2008 – 12:09 am -Selma knocks on the door and you let her in. “Don’t you just love French afternoons,” she purrs with dramatic flair. She kisses you on the lips and kisses your man on the cheek. She wanders slowly into the apartment, studying the room while filling it with her ginger and grapefruit scent. She is older than you, more aggressive, and today, she wants to be your lover.Wine is poured and music plays, but there isn’t much time for small talk. Selma came over for a reason and only has an hour or two before she goes. “Dance for me,” she says to you. “Let us watch you and salivate.”
“Let me finish my drink,” you say, unnaturally shy and unexpectedly nervous.
“Take your time,” Selma says with a playful wink. “But don’t take too long.” She pats the sofa, inviting him to sit next to her, and he does. Her arm loops around his neck and you see the delight in her eyes that she gets to have him. She’s waited for him, too, but she can’t show that yet. Since the day you met in a dark candle-lit cafe, the three of you have talked about this moment, and here it is.
The first time with anyone is a little awkward, but something about the light in the afternoon makes you feel more exposed than usual. Normally you are the aggressive one, but Selma has thrown off your game by taking over control. “Dance for us,” she says again.
Downing the glass of Pinot, you slowly step out in front of them. Her eyes on you make you shy. Wearing a lace dress, with promises of good things to come underneath, you begin to move. You try to look at her and are surprised when you can’t maintain eye contact. Closing your eyes, you focus on the bass line and let your hips move back and forth in time. The music envelops you and you forget your audience. You let your hands caress the curves of your body, showing her the path her hands will soon follow. Your long painted fingers find the hem of your dress and you lift it to expose a blue satin slip underneath. You turn your back on them and, slowly, ever-so-slowly, lift the hem of your dress. Pulling the lace over your head, you turn, and toss the dress into her lap. An invitation, do you want more? They whistle, tell you how gorgeous you are, and ask to see more.
Smiling, the nerves have worn off and you feel your power. Still moving to the music, you approach her and take her small hands in yours. She stands and you pull her into you and dance with her while he watches proudly. Turning, you press your back against her warm body, reach behind, and wrap her arms around you. Together you move but this time both of your eyes are on him. Placing your hands over hers, you lead her hands down your back, over your hips, down your thighs, until her fingers find the lacy hem of your slip. She pulls it over your head, turns you to face her, and studies the black corset and stockings.
“You’re an angel,” she says, and kisses you lightly, as if asking permission. Suddenly, your roles have changed: she is no longer the aggressor, you are.
From behind, you feel him press into you and his arms surround both of you. Pulling her closer, the three of you become one: for an afternoon.
Over too soon and yet there are too many perfect images to remember. At the door, you notice the back of her hair is mussy and sticking up. You try to smooth it and she laughs and says, “Only a shower will fix that, but thank you, darling.” You wonder if your doorman will notice. She looks at him and says sincerely, “Thank you both. Until the next time.” She opens the door to go, but then, turns and shuts it just as fast. “I don’t want to leave,” she admits and melts back into both of you.
Closing the door behind her, you embrace your man, kissing his eyes, his nose, and his cheeks. He lifts you into the air and carries you back to bed.
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORIES BY BLISS WARRIOR
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