She Danced Into My Fairytale - Part Three - A Baby Bi-Girl Shares Her First Time
Written by Jungle Jane on July 29, 2008 – 7:13 am -JUNGLE JANE returns with Part Three of the story of her first time with a woman. Missed the first two parts? CLICK HERE to read Part One and CLICK HERE to read Part Two. Enjoy! XOXO BLISS WARRIOR
Saturday morning the ballerina was the first thing on my mind. My man and I had our coffee and breakfast together and he headed out to work in the yard. I took a walk down to Danya’s. I had to talk to a girl. I was overflowing from the night before. My face was blushed and I was silly with excitement for this human. I slipped into Danya’s little house and fell onto a pile of pillows on her floor. She knew.
She put the water onto boil for tea and told me how sweet the two of us looked next to the fire the night before. “I knooooow,” I said. “I wanna go see her now. She’s soooo pretty and magical and electric.”
“I knew it,” she said. “I told you.”
“You were sooo right! How did you know?”
“I just know,” she said with heavy eyes. “Pussy is incredible you know? It’s addicting. Men kill for it. It’s like a temple. You’ll want to worship there.”
“Oh, God, D., I wanna go see her now,” I said hugging the pillows. “But I have to be cool. Shit! How do I be cool?”
“Yeah, nobody likes heavy things,” she said wisely. “Here!” She threw a stack of Goddess Tarot Cards at me and said, “Shuffle these and pick one.”
“I don’t want to,” I said not wanting to jinx anything.
“Do it,” she demanded. “The cards never lie.”
She was the boss. I did as she said and picked the quiet goddess card. She told me to be peaceful and meditative. “Pick another,” she said. I picked the courage goddess, Freyja. Freyja told me to be bold and brave and take the chance. Freya rode on a heavenly chariot pulled by cats. “There you go! That’s the one,” Danya said with a wink and a stir of her tea. “Go ahead and pick one more, you can never pick too many.” I picked the protection goddess. She told me not to worry. She advised me to take a moment to breathe, be silent, and “be cool”. Do what is natural and do not hesitate for the goddesses got my back.
Just then, Danya’s sweet friend Pamela showed up and wanted to go for a swim in the pools. We walked down the path, untied our sarongs and dove in. We practiced a little silence like the first card said and let the cold spring water rejuvenate our nude bodies.
In my silence, I did not notice the ballerina coming down the trails. I looked up and there she was, smiling right in front of me. The look on my face was priceless. I couldn’t hold her gaze; I had to look away. She was with her man and they were heading up to the Queen’s Pool. Danya invited her to come back to join us when she was done. I could barely look at her, when I did she was smiling at me. I was floating on water. Danya flashed me her instigator grin and clued Pamela in on the story so she didn’t feel left out. “How exiting!” she gasped with the prettiest grin. She confessed that she too had a crush on her girlfriend. How lucky I was to be sitting with such classy, sexy, elder ladies who understand and love women so thoroughly?!
I was enjoying our conversation when the ballerina snuck up from behind, sat right up against me, and kissed my cheek. I leaned into her and fell right into the erotic energy left over from the night before. I was in Heaven. Danya and Pamela felt like taking naps so I suggested that we all four take a trip to the “Dragon Tree” in the “Groovy Grass.” I decided to bring a picnic, some polish, some smoke, a blanket and pillows. Who could resist a plan like that? Not the ballerina.
We gathered up our things and headed toward the tall iron wood tree that stands solid like the spine of a good man while her branches curve down as if cradling the earth below. Under her branches, the ladies got comfy for their naps.
You know I wasn’t sleepy. The ballerina wasn’t sleepy either. I untied my sarong and ran out into the bouncy field. I threw myself onto my back feeling like a little girl. She came running after and fell next to my side. Two beautiful nude women under the sun, invisible in the grass. Our bodies connected. My arm under her neck. Her head on my shoulder. Her arm around my waist. Her leg over my legs. She wrapped herself around me and a blast of masculinity shot through my body in a way I had never experienced before. I knew I had a masculine side, but I had never felt it in its entirety until she curled up next to me the way I curl up to my man.
I kissed her head and each one of her fingertips. Whispers of woooow were repeated. Heavy breathing and neck kisses and cheek kisses. Her fingers were so small. The same size of my own. We sat up and looked at each other and talked about how wonderful the night before had been and how perfect the moment felt. We gazed into each other’s eyes and fell back into our grassy nest.
I propped my head up with my hand so that I could get a proper view of her perfect breasts. I could still taste them from the night before. I squeezed her nipples between my thumb and finger and told her how immaculate they were. I placed the tip of my tongue on the tip of her breast and fell into infancy as I sucked her perked dark pink nipple into my mouth. A fantasy, no longer a fantasy.
I opened my mouth and explored her entire breast with my tongue. I started to feel like I was getting lost in my own bliss, so I looked up at her and said, “I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. Is this all okay?”
“Of course,” she said. We both sat up to catch a breeze and to make sure that it was all really happening.
“It’s hot,” I said.
“Well, yeah,” she says. “It’s hot, but…..of course, it’s hot.” We smile at each other and fall back into our grassy nest.
“I want to make love to you,” I said as I kissed her soft belly. She didn’t say anything. “We can take it as slow as you want, but that’s what I want. Maybe not today, maybe in the moonlight, but definitely here,” I said as I rub her down with my hands.
“Well, we’re here now,” she said with her hands covering her eyes. She then lifted her head up to see my face. My stomach flipped.
I brought my face up to meet hers. “I kissed a girl when I was thirteen years old, but I have never kissed a woman.”
“Me either,” she said and kissed my cheek. We leaned in and our lips met very softly. Slowly we pressed our lips together. Mmm. We moaned and released. We leaned in again, this time with open mouths so our tongues could meet. Her mouth felt so tiny.
I reached my hand down to touch her opening with the tip of my finger. She was dripping wet and I was melting. I kissed her and started sliding my finger inside of her soft body. I slipped all the way in and she smiled and covered her eyes. One slick investigating finger and I felt like I was fingering myself. I pulled out and added one. Two fingers. I pulled out and added one. Three fingers. She was soaking wet all over my hand. I was sliding in and out in a fast rhythm that slow danced with her hips. I didn’t want her to come so I pulled out my three fingers and held them up to the sunlight. They glistened. I spread them out to see the juice string from one finger to the other. Clear, slick, fucking gorgeous juice. She reached up to touch them and said, “Wooow, that’s beautiful.” I licked the juice off one of my fingers and had her lick her juice from the other two.
I sat up and began to kiss my way way down the ballerina’s belly. I reached the top of her sex and kissed the tip and took a deep breath of her beautiful scent and rubbed my cheeks against her inner thighs, and ran my nose down her clitoris and barely tasted her juice. Maybe she thought I was nervous so she told me to take my time. I wasn’t nervous at all, but in no way was I going to rush the experience.
She tasted like rose water. She smelled like a girl. I pressed my nose against her clitoris and she responded with pressure asking me to dive in. I ran the width of my tongue up from the base of her pussy to the hood of her clit and around and around. I licked the side of her labia up and down, fast and slow, and in small circles feeling her grow in my mouth. I licked the other side up and down, fast and slow and in little circles feeling her grown even larger. Then I sucked her entire clit into my mouth and did to her what I dream of a woman doing to me.
She tried to sit up to watch. I can understand that, but I wanted her relaxed on her back. So I slipped a finger inside. You know you can’t sit up with that. She fell back and I brought the girl to climax in my mouth. I pulled my mouth back to see her juice. Thicker this time. I opened my mouth so she could see her juice on my tongue. I kissed her deeply and fell into her arms.
She let me give like I wanted to give and held me like I needed to be held. We laid there in amazement and throbs of bliss. Catching our breath for more.
TO BE CONTINUED…
JUNGLE JANE
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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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FROM GUEST BLOGGER V.:
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO -
A SERIALIZED TRUE STORY OF A GIRL, HER MAN, AND THE LOVER HE INTRODUCED HER TO:
CHAPTER ONE, CHAPTER TWO, and CHAPTER THREE - “A LITTLE PATIENCE FOR SPANKING THE INTELLECT”
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FROM GUEST BLOGGER, DAPHNE:
DATING DAPHNE: MY FIRST DATE WITH A SADO-MASOCHIST
PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
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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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LUBE IT UP THE NATURAL WAY - THE ORGANIC BEAUTY EXPERT SHOWS YOU HOW
Written by Miss Bliss on April 30, 2008 – 8:34 am -Dearest Readers, Many of us want to support organic products but do not want to waste our money on stuff that is expensive and when you take it home, ultimately doesn’t work. This is why I am proud to support another amazing blog, The Organic Beauty Expert. On her blog, she tests organic products and will let you know if they work or not. I adore this blog and the beautiful girl who writes it. Her latest post is all about natural lubricants. Want to keep your lovemaking vegan? Read on. XOXOXOXOX BLISS WARRIOR
LUBE IT UP THE NATURAL WAY
It’s spring and I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty darn frisky lately! Not sure if it’s because I’m fairly active now on a regular basis, eating better or because my man is back after six months, but lust is truly in the air. From my standpoint as a sex educator (yes, I really am) there’s just not enough talk about lube. There was a recent comment left on a post about this issue and it got me thinking… orgasms make me feel beautiful, they’re natural… the topic fits for the blog!
So, you’re organic, looking for natural products but when it comes to lube, you may think you’re stuck with KY. Oh no. Think again!
THE SENSUAL VEGAN makes delightful natural and vegan lube (and they even come flavored…. with stevia, of course!)
GOOD CLEAN LOVE makes a wonderful personal lubricant to kickstart the night.
SLIQUID is another great lube for women, glycerine and paraben free. Plus you just gotta love the name!
EMERITA PERSONAL lube has received a nod from an OBE reader and in fact, they have an entire line of products just for women and their pleasure
My own favorite, often enjoyed by hubby and I, is PINK LUBE, available through Babeland. I love the bottle and I love how it works. High grade silicone and aloe vera make this a safe and fun product. And so far, it has lasted almost a year and we use it at least, well, let’s just say no dust has settled on that bottle!
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PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
Written by Miss Bliss on April 23, 2008 – 8:57 am -Dearest Readers,
This week our marvelous guest blogger, Daphne, returns to share her true experience using a strap-on in sexual play with her boyfriend. I hope you enjoy and I look forward to hearing your comments.
XOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
PLAYING WITH GENDER
The first time I used a strap-on was on my ex-boyfriend Jacob. He was, as he liked to say, heteroflexible. During our relationship, we played with gender quite a bit. I am a small cute girl, while he is a tall handsome man; yet we played opposite roles in the bedroom.
MY FIRST STRAP-ON
I was familiar with strap-ons in so far as girls had used them on me before. Jacob was the first person – male or female - I strapped it on for. I went to my favorite store, Toys in Babeland, and bought several dildos, as well as a harness. It’s good to do research because one can easily become overwhelmed with the variety of sex toys out there; silicone, glass, anal, vaginal, dishwasher safe, etc. I had no idea what to buy my first time out.
After studying many options, Jacob and I purchased five silicone and glass dildos. I decided on silicone because it was dishwasher safe and Jacob liked it the best. I also bought glass ones because when girls used toys on me in the past, I liked glass the most. Glass sex toys are dishwasher-safe but are not good for strap-on play. They are great, however, for anal play and warming your lover up for penetration.
We also bought a butt-plug because the sales girls suggested it as a way to ease into play, although I soon found out fingers, ice and glass toys are the best way to ready your lover.
TRY VARIOUS TOYS UNTIL YOU FIND THE RIGHT ONE
Jacob was into big and hard dildos, while I liked softer and smaller toys. One night, we tried using a double dildo with the harness. I found it to be very uncomfortable because the dildo was made of extremely hard material. It was too hard for my liking and just sat inside me with no clit stimulation. Obviously, it did not do anything for me physically, except the idea of it excited my brain.
Once, Jacob and I used a blow-up dildo. This was a big mistake! After inserting it, I inflated it until it got too big inside him. I had to slowly deflate it. I thought I had ruined him for life and felt horrible. I would not recommend this toy.
Another favorite were anal beads. Ah, they are so much fun! They are not big and the pleasure of using them is delightful.
TAKE CONTROL AND LOVE IT
I loved the power that penetrating him gave me. I’m five feet tall, weigh barely one hundred pounds to his six foot four, one hundred eighty five foot frame. Having him on his knees, begging me to take him and sticking the dildo down his throat… Ah, that’s a great feeling. He said it was the best sex he ever had.
USE LUBE AND SMALL TOYS FIRST
When we played, I would tie his hands together, then blindfold him, and use a finger, then two, to massage him and open him up. (Eros is the best lubricant I’ve found for fingering a lover or lubricating latex, by the way, though it should not be used with silicone toys because it is not a water based lubricant and will break down toys over time.) When he was ready, I ‘d insert a dildo, then a larger one, working my way up to the strap-on. Sometimes he would be on his back, sometimes his stomach, but he was always quiet.
TEASE HIM WITH ICE
If I were really in a cruel mood, I would use ice cubes before inserting the dildos. I would first run them over his body, gently and slowly–then I would stick one inside of him. His hands were tied most of the time so he could not stop me. He would beg me to stop but he loved the feeling. Sometimes I would use two or three ice cubes at the same time. I don’t know how he could take the pain, but he always did. When I finally took him, the dildo came as a huge relief.
RELAXATION IS KEY
The most important thing was that Jacob was relaxed. That’s why I used different sized dildos and my fingers first. He would usually take a bath too. It’s important to be prepared and open as well as clean. It makes the experience much more fun for both of us.
CONTROL HIS CLIMAX
I would pretend I was a man, and it felt amazing. The raw power of knowing I was in control of his orgasm and pleasure was the greatest feeling. I would not let him touch himself when his hands were free. I wanted him to be ready for me. Once in a great while, I let him come, but not often. He would beg me, whimper, and I would say, “Shut up, it’s not time. Be still. Don’t touch yourself.” He would squirm but lie there obediently with his ass in the air.
STRAP-ON TOYS ARE GREAT STRAP-LESS, TOO
I also found that I liked using the toys without the strap-on because I could achieve a level of control that was not possible with the harness. I could go very hard and deep with just my hand and a toy. Jacob preferred the strap-on, though.
PLANNING TO USE AND BUY NEW TOYS CAN BRING YOU TOGETHER
Talking about the experience, preparing for it, and actually having it also brought us closer together. It’s something that not everyone does. We read books, watched DVDs, and went shopping. We talked about having a threesome but broke up before that happened. It would have been a great experience under the right circumstances. Using toys, being with another person, working as one, I am excited even as I write about it!
EXPLORE AND GROW CLOSER AS A COUPLE
Strap-on play is certainly not for everyone but can be quite fun. I love both giving and receiving. It’s something to discuss with your lover. Whether in a relationship with a man or a woman, anal play is amazing. It’s all about trust and understanding. Exploration, there’s a whole new world out there!
XOXOXOXO
DAPHNE
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING OTHER GUEST BLOGS…
BY DAPHNE:
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
BY JUNGLE JANE:
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
BY V.:
AND THEN THERE WERE TWO – CHAPTER ONE
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CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL – PART III
Written by Miss Bliss on April 11, 2008 – 11:14 am -Dearest Readers,
This is the final part of a three-part story. If you missed the Part I of Captivating the College Girl, click here. If you missed Part II, click here to catch up. XOXOXO BW
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL – PART III
ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY FROM BLISS WARRIOR
A crack of light through the handmade satin curtains slowly brings you out of sleep. For a moment your head is foggy with a slight hangover from the night before. The two of you are sleeping on your side, one nestled in the other, and her arms are wrapped tightly around you. Flashes of the night before come back to you slowly: the spontaneous way you asked her out to tea, the kiss on the roof, the marvelous way her clothes slipped off her body, the orgasms… You cannot believe you found her and you pull her arms tighter around you.
This movement stirs her from sleep. At first she holds you tighter but suddenly she drops her arms and pulls away, as if someone caught the two of you together. You turn over to face her and she turns her back to you. Pulling her into you, you cuddle with her again but you can sense she is nervous. The morning light is making everything too real, too scary, too confusing.
Moving her shiny hair over her shoulder, you kiss her exposed neck lightly. “How did you sleep,” you ask.
“Like the dead,” she says.
“How do you feel?”
“Good,” she says too fast. The librarian is back and is trying to make her forget how much power she has when the gypsy is in control. “We really drank a lot.”
She will not blame last night on being drunk, you think to yourself. It was too intense and wonderful for her to write it off as a drunken escapade. “We didn’t drink that much.”
“Maybe you didn’t, but I was trashed.”
“You were perfect.”
Her body stiffens and becomes colder. “I gotta get going. I have a lot to do today….”
“It’s Friday. You don’t have class today.”
“No, but I have a paper due on Monday. I should get that started.”
“Right now?” You almost laugh, but don’t. This is a crucial moment and you both feel it. A part of you intuitively knows that if she leaves the two of you will never be together again. She will go back to her straight life, tell one of her friends about the night and her friend will say, “Don’t worry about it, you were drunk.” She’ll agree and let the alcohol fade the memory of how wonderfully she pleased another girl and soon she will blame you for seducing her. Afraid of you, she will avoid contact until you stop trying to make it.
Unless something else happens.
She sits up and is about to get out of bed when you say, “I can’t let you leave just yet.”
She laughs nervously. “I really have a lot to do.”
“You’ll have plenty of time for studying today, don’t worry. I’m only going to delay you fifteen minutes top.” Looking down at her hands, you see her confusion. She is annoyed you aren’t letting her slip out into the morning sun but a part of you doesn’t care. You’ve fallen in love with the gypsy side of this girl and you won’t let her deny that part of herself anymore. “I want you to lie on your back.”
“I really can’t…” she says but her voice is unsure.
“Lie on your back,” you instruct. For a second, you feel like a man, tired of trying to convince the girl of something you know she wants but feels shame for wanting it. “I won’t let you leave until you do.”
Her eyes flash angrily for just a second, but this makes you smile. Only the gypsy has the passion to throw a look that dark at you. Your girl is coming back to you.
“Lie down.” Something in the tone of your voice makes her acquiesce. She lies back slowly to let you know she does not want to but feels forced to. “Close your eyes.”
Still naked from the night before, you study her marvelous body under the soft morning rays of light. Her breasts are full and her nipples deliciously hard. She may tell you she wants to leave, but her body tells you otherwise. “Spread your legs,” you command and she does. You’ve never been so dominant with a lover and you discover that each time you command her to do something a special vibration pulses through your clit.
Her eyes are closed and her legs are spread and you step off the bed to look at her. The fingers of her right hand are tapping lightly on the bed – she is anxious, but she’s still here.
“Do you know how perfect you are,” you ask her, and she shakes her head no. You walk leisurely around the bed until you are close to her face. Leaning down, you kiss her. You tell her she can leave in ten short minutes. Picking up her left hand, you gingerly move it so it covers her eyes. You do the same with the right. “Stay just like that.”
Climbing onto the bed with her, you make sure she doesn’t move her hands or try to peek. “Move your legs further apart.” She does. Kneeling between her legs, you stretch your right hand to her lips and place three fingers into her mouth. She sucks them lightly and you tell her to make them wet. Licking them more fervently, you tell her what a good girl she is and take your fingers out of her mouth.
Without teasing her or prepping her, you push two fingers into her roughly. She moans. Moving your fingers in small circles at her opening and wider circles deeper within, you start opening her up, creating space for the third finger.
She is wetter than you expected. Obviously, she enjoyed being told what to do.
Your left thumb finds her clit and puts pressure on it as you push and pull and explore. She moans – almost a sob – and you smile. Her hips are moving on their own now, asking you for more, showing you what she wants with each lift and descent. You pull your two fingers out and with a third added, penetrate her again. Her moan is swift in response and louder. “Yes,” is the only word she says and it makes you smile.
Her clit grows bigger under your thumb as the walls of her open up and expand. As her insides grow in warmth, wetness, and desire you are amazed by the magical inner workings of girls. Does your pussy create so much space for a lover’s touch?
Your movements are speeding up with the hungry passion of her body. Dripping wet you know she is getting close. Her head still covered in her hands is moving from side to side as if she will explode soon and wants to make sure she will keep her head on – at least for a few moments more. “Are you getting close,” you ask with a quiet, commanding voice.
She nods.
“Say it.”
“I’m close,” she whispers.
“Do you want to come?”
“Make me come,” she says.
“Tell me you loved it last night.”
She pauses.
“Tell me you loved fucking a girl or I won’t let you come.”
“I loved it.”
“You love pussy. Say it to me.” Your hands are moving at a frenetic speed now, stirring her clit to madness while fucking her deeper and deeper with your right hand.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” With your hands still moving, you lean down and whisper near her ear. “You loved eating my pussy. Say it.”
“I loved eating your pussy,” she says in a whisper.
“You love girls.”
“I love girls.”
“You love sex with girls.”
“I do.”
“Say it, or you won’t come.” She is covered in sweat and panting. Your fingers stop moving on her clit to let her know it is all up to her. She tries to push her hips into your fingers to get the pressure she needs to be relieved of this tension, but you don’t let her. “Say it.”
“I love sex with girls!” With a scream, you start touching her harder, faster, deeper. She opens up and liquid starts pouring from her. She is ejaculating, covering your bed in her sweet juice. Panting, screaming, moaning, she is coming like she never has before. “Fuck me,” she cries. “Don’t stop.”
And you don’t, until she moans her last moan and pulls your hand away.
“You’ve soaked the bed.”
“I have?” She is shocked when she sees the puddle of liquid beneath her. “I didn’t know I could do that…”
“I guess you’ve been dating the wrong guys.”
“I guess I have,” she says with a smile. The gypsy pulls me up to her face and we kiss deeply.
“You should get going if you want to get started on your paper,” you say, teasing.
She looks at you with a cocked eyebrow and an embarrassed smile. “I think that can wait till later. Want to get breakfast?”
Holding her hand, you lead your gypsy girl to the shower.
XOXOXOXOXXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISS WARRIOR:
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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DEAREST BLISS WARRIORS –
THIS WEEK HAS BEEN FULL OF TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES.
MY MAILING LIST RECEIVED TWO BLOGS THAT WERE NOT FINISHED
AND NOT READY TO BE PUBLISHED. THIS WAS AN ACCIDENT AND I APOLOGIZE. IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THEM, PLEASE DELETE THEM. IF YOU DID READ THEM, PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGIES AND TRY TO ERASE THEM FROM YOUR MEMORY. THE FINISHED BLOGS WILL BE POSTED NEXT WEEK. XOXOXOXXO BW
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TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN – A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
Written by Miss Bliss on March 20, 2008 – 7:01 am -Dearest Readers, Daphne is a New York bi-girl who recently started exploring light BDSM play. We are delighted to have her share the story of the first time her lover tied her up and deliciously tormented her. XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
As a bi-girl I have always had an active fantasy life. I remember as a little girl when we played Cops and Robbers, I always wanted to get handcuffed. As a teenager, I was the ‘naughty’ schoolgirl, always wanting to be punished. I can’t remember a time I didn’t have the desire of being tied up but was too shy to say anything.
A few years ago, a lover who was quite dominant knew right away what I needed. Before our date, he called me with the following instructions: leave the door ajar, dress in my sexiest black lingerie and leave my high heels on. “When you finish dressing, kneel on the bed and wear a blindfold,” he said.
When he got to my apartment, I was so excited, I could barely stand it. I could hear his every move. I wanted to rip the blindfold off. I could hear the rustle of his jeans, the music as he put it on, the equipment as he laid it out. He seemed to take forever.
“Put your arms up,” he said. Finally, I thought. He tied me up with expertise in two minutes flat. I was almost unable to breathe. He turned me over. Kissed me gently all everywhere. I imagined that he was my female roommate from college because his mouth was so gentle, and so like a woman’s. I was almost at the verge of coming by his touch alone. That’s what being tied up did to me.
I tried to squirm free but couldn’t move. He had secured my ankles as well, which was maddening. I kept rubbing up against him to no avail. He undid the ankle clasp, and, slowly, began to tease me. I thought I was going explode. I screamed, I came. He didn’t let up. I couldn’t stop him because I didn’t have the use of my hands. I tried to headlock him with my knees, but he was stronger than I was.
And, I was glad I couldn’t stop him. It really felt quite good.
He then proceeded to use a dildo on me: one of my very own and one of my favorites. It reminded me of an ex-girlfriend.
I was about to come again, and then he stopped, and slapped me rather hard. I wasn’t expecting this, but I liked it.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he demanded. I did as I was told, though I was a bit frightened. He put a substance that was familiar yet I could not place it, on my tongue. “Swallow.” I did. “Did you like it?” he asked. “Yes.” I said. “Good.” He put some more in my mouth and kissed me. I would find out later it was whipped cream he had whipped himself.
He then took a feather and tickled me until I almost fainted. “Stop!” He wouldn’t listen. The more I begged, the worse things got. One thinks of S&M as just pain, but there’s torture in far less painful things than slapping and things of that nature.
He finally quit tickling me and whispered into my skin, “What do you want me to do?”
“Use the whip,” I pleaded. I have a very cute, very lightweight, leather flogger that when used properly leaves no marks. He used it for a few minutes so very lightly that it tickled me. Then he did it a little harder.
By this time a few hours had passed and we still hadn’t had sex. Ladies, this is a great reason to be into BDSM. You get to have many orgasms, then have sex, and have more orgasms. Men are about your pleasure. And, by the time you do get to sex, you’re very open.
INTERESTED IN ADDING A LITTLE S&M INTO YOUR SEXUAL PLAY?
1. BABELAND IS A GREAT STORE TO PURCHASE S&M TOYS
Babeland is a great place to find S&M toys here in New York (click here to see their website). They also have shops in Los Angeles and Seattle, if you’re on the West Coast. The women are all super friendly, bi or lesbian themselves often times. I’ve never felt uncomfortable there buying anything from a strap-on to lube. I can ask them ton of questions and they answer them all matter-of-factly. They have a section on bondage play for the novice to the pro.
2. NEED SOME S&M TRAINING? VISIT A DOMINATRIX WITH A FRIEND
Another really fun adventure for the daring, is to take a girlfriend and visit a dominatrix together. I did this once with my friend, Melissa, and we had a great time. The dominatrix gave us a lesson in bondage and slapping. In fact, she told me I slapped too hard! I didn’t know there was such a thing. She said to mix it up with light kissing and blowing. It was better than a day at the spa! Both of us thought we knew a thing or two about sex, but we left feeling like neophytes and were excited to learn the ‘ropes’.
3. S&M TOYS YOU CAN FIND IN YOUR OWN HOME
Even if you live in a place where getting toys seems difficult, there is always the Internet. But it’s really fun to see what you have at home to use in S&M play. I’ve discovered all sorts of fun things to use with my lover: clothespins, duct tape, yoga straps, candles, etc. You never know what you might have in your closet. And you would be surprised by what a turn-on they can be for your man, as well. He might just be waiting for you to ask…
XOXOXOXO
DAPHNE
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CHECK OUT HER BLOGS PUBLISHED ON MRBELLERSNEIGHBORHOOD.COM:
NAUGHTY AND NOT NICE ON CRAIGSLIST
HETEROFLEXIBILITY
MANHATTAN SEX CLUBS: THEY HAVE THEIR UPS AND DOWNS
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING:
BLISS WARRIOR’S ELEVEN INSANELY HOT SAPPHIC SCENES
NEED A LITTLE LUBRICATION?
HOW MANY WAYS CAN YOU CLIMAX?
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WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on February 8, 2008 – 4:09 pm -PLEASE NOTE: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT. IT IS ONLY APPROPRIATE FOR ADULTS OVER THE AGE OF 18.
You’re on your side pretending to sleep; Lisa’s curled around you, moving her hips back and forth, wanting more. One hand touches your shoulder, and fingers crawl down your arm. She explores your naked body in the grey morning light, but she hasn’t given you a reason to get up yet.
You know what she wants, but you pretend not to. You purr a little, and turn to lie on your stomach. “Sweetie,” you say, “it’s way too early.” You aren’t going to make this easy for her.
Lisa changes tactics and straddles your naked back. Licking her tongue down your spine, over your buttocks and tasting your inner thighs, she won’t let you go back to sleep. Although you don’t show it yet, you are delighted by this sexy formerly-straight-now-totally-turned bi-girl.
Her tongue is pressing, discovering, opening your legs as her hand lightly reaches under you and gently taps your clit. Girls are always too gentle the first time they touch another girl. So many guys have ripped them up, making them sore or in pain with their eagerness, that it is no wonder a girl touches another girl with hesitant feather-light fingers.
The tease of her touch makes you expand, get harder, and the frenzy of her tongue behind you, licking you between your buttocks, can no longer be ignored. Your body is responding and doesn’t care how tired you are. Your hips start moving on their own, pressing down on her hand, grinding into the mattress, determined to create more pressure.
But she pulls her hand away, and laughs this deep sexy tropical laugh, and says, “Oh. The kitten doesn’t want to nap anymore.”
You get up on your knees and face her. Her eyes sparkle with delight because she knows she has turned you on. You kiss. “Prepare yourself,” and you push her down on her back.
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The night before, you stumbled home drunk on each other’s beauty, and she asked you, “If I wasn’t with you tonight, you’d be with some other girl, right?”
This frustrated you. “Just because I’m bi doesn’t mean I sleep with every girl I meet.”
“You liked her, I could tell.” She meant the tall dark-skinned girl who was flirting with both of you at the club.
“She was sweet, but not my type.”
“You wanted her,” Lisa said with a smile. Another game.
You looked directly into her grey eyes. “I want you. You know I’ve always wanted you.” You kissed her and she wrapped her arms around your waist. “Let’s go back to my place.”
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You are dazed by the orgasm she just gave you, but she has no time to linger. “Are you sure you don’t want to get some breakfast?”
“I have to do some work for tomorrow. I need to get an early start.” She is back to her workday self: tense, brusque and super straight.
We hug at the door and for a moment she is the girl you adored this morning. She hugs you slowly, tracing your spine with her fingertips. She says, “You’re amazing.” Her face shifts and the coldness returns. She turns and is gone, down the hallway towards the elevator.
Back in bed you wonder if she’s the type of straight girl that will put last night’s splendor in a box that will never be opened. It could go either way. Some girls have their one bisexual adventure then close the door, happy to return to a straight and “uncomplicated” life. But how could she forget last night?
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“Have you ever used a glass dildo?”
“No,” Lisa said, her face relaxed and beautiful. No girl glows like one who just came hard.
“I wish you could see yourself right now.” Naked on her stomach, you study the curve of her behind, more magnificent than any mountain peak. “You are the most beautiful creature.”
“You are.”
“Thank you,” you said. “Turn over. Here’s a pillow, put this under your hips.” She giggled and followed your instructions. You leaned out of bed and pulled a curved glass dildo from the drawer of the nightstand. Grabbing a bottle of lube, you squeezed some gel into your hand and started stroking off the glass cock while warming up the lube. Your eyes were only on her – always on her - her eyes focused on the glass.
“Play with your breasts,” you instructed her and she shyly rubbed her nipples. The dildo was still a little cold and you rubbed its head up and down her shaved and perfect self. At first, she reacted to the cold by moving away from the dildo, but as you continued to run it up and down, her body began to desire its coolness.
“Please,” she asked, wanting you to penetrate her. “I can’t wait any longer.”
But you waited, teasing her with just the tip.
“Is the kitten ready to play,” you asked her.
“Yes,” she said. “Fuck me. Please.”
“Shhh,” you teased, very aware of your power. “If I fuck you now with this glass cock of mine, you’ll have to do something for me.”
“I’ll do anything.” Her face was scrunched in concentration and desire. She was already close and you hadn’t even entered her. You thought, “For a straight girl, this girl is fun.”
“Tomorrow morning, when you wake up, you have to do something for me.”
“Tell me,” she said between pants. “I’ll do anything. I promise.”
“Tomorrow morning, no matter how hard I resist, you have to make me come.”
“I will. I swear. Please, fuck me. I’ll do whatever you want.”
You entered her fast and she gasped, feeling the glass spread her open. The dildo slid in fast and you let it pause deep inside her canal. She took in a breath, and you pulled it out, even faster. You stopped and moved the base of it from the left and the right, pressing it against her vaginal walls. She moaned and said how good it felt. “I can’t believe it. It’s better than a guy.” She said the magic words, the ultimate compliment.
You shifted the dildo again and moved it in a curved motion to put pressure on new places inside her, and again a great moan. “Oh, wow,” she said with big eyes, “Keep doing that. Yes, keep doing just that.” You fucked her in the same motion, now increasing speed while your left hand put pressure on her clit. Breathing faster, you followed her motion, the two of you riffing on each other’s rhythms, becoming one person.
“I’m really close,” she said, and you moved the dildo around in a wide circle, occasionally thrusting it into her hard, to surprise her, to jolt her body into a deeper place. This would be the greatest orgasm this girl ever had and you were proud, because it was given to her not by a man, but by you.
“Are you ready to come?”
“Yes.”
With both hands on the dildo, you fucked her fast and deep. “Touch yourself,” you instructed her and she rubbed herself rough and hard. She was so close and her pleasure exploded inside your brain, making you feel like you were close to coming, too, even though she hadn’t touched you at all. Her thighs started to shake, tears rolled out of her eyes, and she said, “I didn’t know. I had no idea. I never knew it could be this good.”
Holding her in your arms, you said, “Don’t forget your promise tomorrow morning.”
She whispered, “Nothing could make me forget.”
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY, YOU MAY ENJOY OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BW:
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
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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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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING:
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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NEED A LITTLE LUBRICATION?
Written by Miss Bliss on January 8, 2008 – 6:00 am -For the first seven years of my relationship with Mr. Bliss, we never used “store-bought” lubrication. Our sex was passionate, deep, and amazing with only our bodies’ natural lubricants. One day, we decided to add Wet’s Light Lubricant to our play and discovered that personal lubricants can add a whole new dimension of pleasure to lovemaking.
ADD A LITTLE LUBRICATION TO YOUR LOVEMAKING
1. INCREASE VAGINAL PLEASURE WITH LUBE There is nothing worse than being touched by a dry hand when you are not quite wet yet. Sometimes, a girl can take awhile to relax, get turned-on, and start getting wet. Place a quarter sized amount of lube in your hands and rub them together to warm it up. When your hands have warmed the lube, start touching her slowly inside and out, and soon, you will have a girl moaning and quivering with pleasure.
2. INCREASE ANAL PLEASURE For some, being penetrated anally is relatively easy; for others, it takes more time and technique to relax and open. Lube up your hands and mentally make a note that one will hand will play with the clit, while the other plays with the anus. (Never touch the anus and the vagina with the same hand! This can cause bacterial and yeast infections. After any anal play, make sure to wash hands immediately.) As you play with her two pleasure zones, pay attention to keep adding lube to her anally if she is still tight there. Listen and make sure to ask her if your massaging her is making her feel good. Ask her if she needs more lube. When she desires penetration, make sure to add extra lube to her and to your strap-on before entering her. With anal, there is never too much lube!
3. GOING ALL NIGHT? LUBE CAN PREVENT SORENESS Sometimes sex without enough lubrication can quickly lead to clitoral and vaginal soreness. Thus, even though a girl is multi-orgasmic, she may want to stop sexual play early because she does not want to become even more sore. So make sure your fingers are dripping wet and she will want to have you make her come all night long.
4. USING CONDOMS? USE LUBE! The only birth control that protects against 99.9% of all STDs is condoms. Many girls do not enjoy condoms because they can “stick” to the vaginal walls, making sex feel drier and less comfortable. Using lube with condoms will increase pleasure and decrease your awareness of the rubber latex. Also, if your man does not like the feel of condoms, advise him to place a small drop of lube in the inside tip of the condom. A little interior lubrication will make your man forget he is wearing a rubber.
5. ADD LUBE TO YOUR HAND JOBS Sometimes it takes a girl awhile to realize that men will enjoy her handjobs much more if they are lubricated. As with girls, warm up a quarter-sized amount of lube in your hands by rubbing them together, than place your slick hands on him and see him shake with desire.
6. IF YOU USE TOYS, YOU NEED LUBE Girls love to use dildos and strap-ons with their partners, but it will feel a lot better if properly lubricated. While wearing a strap-on, stand in front of your partner and stroke your “cock” with lube. Show your partner how hard she has made you as you stroke and lube yourself up for her. Believe me, she will enjoy the show!
7. LUBE IS THE ANSWER TO DRY MOUTH Sometimes when we are being decadent creatures, we partake in substances that leave a girl with dry mouth. Without saliva, it is very hard to lubricate your partner naturally. At these times, make sure to drink lots of bottled water and pull out your bottle of Wet Light to help make your partner glide.
8. REMEMBER, ORAL FIRST, LUBE SECOND It is not fun or the least bit yummy to taste lubricants, and some of the flavored lubes are the worst-tasting of all! So, remember to enjoy your partner orally before she is covered in a not-so-tasty taste.
9. TRY DIFFERENT TYPES OF LUBE UNTIL YOU FIND YOUR FAVORITE There are many kinds of lubricants on the market today and it may take you awhile to find the right lube for you. Some are too sticky, some taste too sugary-sweet, and some taste too chemically. (Not that one should be ingesting lubricant… but if you are into deep, sensuous play, chances are you will taste lube at some point.) After much experimentation, I have grown most fond of Wet Light Personal lubricant. It is not sticky and does not taste noticeably bad. When you go to a sex shop, ask a sa