FOLLOW MY RULES - PART II
Written by Miss Bliss on May 16, 2008 – 1:30 pm -ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY BY BLISS WARRIOR TO HELP YOU SLEEP MORE SOUNDLY
This is part 2 of a two part story. Missed Follow My Rules Part I? CLICK HERE to catch up.
“My martinis are better than any restaurants.”
“Really,” you ask, aware of his need to impress you. “How lucky for me to have such a talented bartender.” Your tone is mildly flirtatious although your body language is not.
The black-haired beauty is suddenly hopeful, eager for you to see what she sees in her man. “Everyone says he makes the best martini in the city and he’s not even a bartender.”
He hands you the perfectly shaken drink into a long martini glass with three olives on a long plastic spear. “It certainly looks perfect,” you say and feel his tension. It is so easy to throw him off-guard and you enjoy each moment. You take a sip and open your eyes up to his with deep fascination. “Wow. This really is a perfect martini. Just dirty enough for a girl like me.”
Smiling, he shares the secret of his drink. “It’s not just the vodka, which naturally, has to be the smoothest vodka. But what really gives it that distinct taste is the olives. I tried hundreds of olives until I found the perfect taste.”
“He really did,” she gushes. “We must have been drunk for weeks trying out different olives for the martinis!” She comes up behind him, wraps her arms around his waist, and squeezes him tightly. Her love for him is so true that your darkness towards him softens slightly.
“You two seem like you have a lot of fun together.” Wandering around the small living room in their tiny apartment, you study the pictures of them on vacation, getting married, in a group photo with her family members. There aren’t any pictures of his family which makes you curious about him for the first time. In every photo she glows and he is expressionless.
“Are you going to show me the bedroom,” you ask, taking control once more.
“Don’t you want to finish your drink,” she asks, confused that you aren’t following the normal protocol.
“Are drinks not allowed in the bedroom,” you say with a teasing voice.
“Oh, of course they are! I just thought you might want to….” Her voice trails up and she looks up at her man to see if he has the words to complete her thought.
His jaw clenches slightly and you smile to yourself. Did he think a well-mixed drink would change the rules? Silly boy. As far as you are concerned nothing would change the agreement you set just thirty minutes before in the café. Both of you can touch her, but you won’t touch him and he is not allowed to touch you.
He gestures to the door and you open it to reveal their small but romantic bedroom. The walls are a deep emerald green and the bed is large compared to the size of the room, covered in a jewel-toned velvet quilt. It is beautiful and inviting and you tell them so.
“He found the quilt in an antique shop in Connecticut – isn’t it gorgeous? - and we designed the room together around that.”
“Your man has great taste,” you say, like he isn’t in the room with you. In the corner, facing the bed, is a small purple velvet chair. You turn to him and say, “Have a seat.” At first he doesn’t move and looks to her. She shrugs and smiles nervously and he sits. “I want you to get on the bed with me.” Looking over at him, he nods, and she climbs onto the bed with you. “I am going to undress your wife now. You are not allowed to leave that chair until I say so.”
He looks like he is about to object, but decides to keep quiet. Turning to her, your voice changes, becomes gentler and sweeter than it has been all night. “Do you know how badly I have wanted to see your petite and perfect body? From the minute I saw you sitting in that café, I looked forward to this moment.” Slowly, you unbutton her lace shirt, taking time to let your fingers linger on each bit of flesh the opened buttons revealed. Before you slide the shirt off of her, you slowly open it to reveal a black bra with embroidered roses. “What a stunning bra. And, your breasts are just perfect.”
“Really,” she asks. “Thank you.” She seems shocked by your complements.
“I’ve always wanted a girl to see how perfect my wife is.” His interruption annoys you and for a moment you want to gag him, but you know this would freak her out. Instead, you choose to ignore him and remove her shirt. Her tummy is a little round but is scrumptious. You kiss her bellybutton and she moans. Your tongue traces a circle around it and slowly you lick a line up the middle of her body until you reach her bra.
“You taste sweet and smell amazing.”
“Thank you.” Her eyes glow with adoration of you and you feel him getting more insecure and tense, which almost makes you giggle.
She reaches around you to take off your sweater and you stop her. “Not yet, sweet girl. I want to see you first. Turn around.” She turns, and you find the zipper to her pencil tight skirt, pull it off and release her firm, round behind. Wearing a simple black lace g-string and lace-topped thigh-high stockings, she is simply delicious. Kneeling behind her, you wrap your arms around her and cusp her full breasts through her bra in your hands. You kiss her neck and she moans. Bringing your mouth up to her ear, you whisper to her a command. Facing her man, she follows your direction and says to him quietly, as if she can barely get the words out, “I want to see your cock.”
Shock registers on his face. It is obvious that she is not used to telling him what to do during sex. Quickly, the wry almost handsome smile is back and he unzips his pants and frees his already hard, surprisingly large self from containment. You whisper another order into her ear and she giggles. “I can’t say that without laughing,” she says under her breath. You move your right hand down to her lace g-string, and slide your fingers beneath it. She is so wet and ready, you know she will do anything you ask. She is already enjoying this more than she expected and you are certain he is fascinated by seeing a new side to his girl. Touching her as lightly as you can, you make her involuntarily push into you, wanting to be touched deeper, harder, faster – but you do not give her what she wants. Instead, you whisper the command once more.
This time, she says, “I want you to touch yourself and…” She shakes her head. You stop touching her even lightly. “And, after she gets me ready, I want you to take me up the ass.”
“What,” he says.
“You heard her,” you say, and you command her to get on her hands and knees. She does and you pull the tiny underwear off of her and throw them into his lap with a challenging smile. Looking right into his eyes, you keep your right hand on her wet clit and hold up your left hand, you lick your index finger to thoroughly wet it.
A whisper in her ear and she says to him, “Tell her to get me ready for your cock.”
“Is that what you want,” he asks, stroking his cock and beginning to enjoy the game.
“That’s what I want,” she says between breaths as you give her hardening clit more direct attention.
“Get her ready,” he says, with a gruff voice.
A light bite to her right butt cheek, then a light bite to the left, and she cries out. You bury your face between her and begin to lightly lick in the most delicate of places. Treating her opening like it is her pussy, you start by gently circling the opening with your tongue. At first she is nervous, wary of how she may smell or taste, so completely unprepared for this new sensation. As your right hand keeps vibrating her clit, she begins to press her behind into your face, wanting more, and you give it to her.
Your tongue finds the opening and penetrates her. She moans loudly and you pull your tongue out and direct her to tell him what you are doing to her. Again, you enter her with your tongue, darting it in and out, getting her used to the sensation of being fucked lightly. She says quietly, “She’s fucking my ass with her tongue.” Both he and you are surprised by the dirtiness of her words. You didn’t think she would go there this fast and you are impressed.
She is opening up to your tongue, expanding, getting ready for more force, so you pull back and lick one of your left fingers. Dripping wet with saliva, you circle her opening with your finger, teasing her with what it next. “Tell him what you want,” you say. “Tell him now.”
A moan, more panting, and finally the words escape her lips. “I want her fingers to fuck my ass.”
“Is that what you want,” he asks, still stroking himself, slowly, thoroughly.
“I want it!”
“She wants it,” he says to you, with more gentleness in his eyes than you’ve seen all night. He is beginning to like you.
Slowly, you let the first knuckle of your index finger enter her. She is tight but quickly relaxes around you as you keep vibrating her clit with the right. Soon, her body opens and you go deeper. She gasps. Moving your finger in a small, slow circle, she expands, and even starts moving forward and back, encouraging you to fuck her faster, deeper. You do for awhile until you ask him, “Do you think it’s time for another finger?”
“I think it’s time.”
Pulling out your index finger, you place it next to the middle one, and re-enter her. A gasp and then a moan and then she says, “Oh, yes. Oh, she is fucking my ass so good.” You go in and out faster now and are amazed by the warm wetness there. She expands even more and you add a third finger. In and out and out and in and her pussy is dripping all over your other hand. She is loving this and you focus your concentration on her pleasure. “I’m getting close,” she says.
“Should I make her come,” you ask him.
“Yes,” he says so quietly you barely hear him.
“I will only do it if you promise to change places with me and let me watch you fuck her ass.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
With energy and desire, your hands move at faster and faster speeds. She is panting moaning, shifting herself back and forth to get closer and closer. With three fingers in her, you make wide circles, then go in and out and back to circles. “Yes,” she says. “Yes.” And soon, her back is covered in sweat and she is shaking, gasping, moaning and collapses onto her stomach, grabbing your hands in hers. “No more,” she manages to say. “I just came too hard.”
“No more,” you ask with a laugh. “Sweet girl, that was just my turn. Your man gets his turn now and I know you won’t disappoint us.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he says, rising from the chair. You step off the bed, still completely dressed, and switch places with him. Neither of you touch or will touch, but something has shifted between you. A silent mutual respect and understanding lingers between you, as you watch him reclaim her.
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY OTHER EROTIC FICTION BY BLISS WARRIOR:
CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE
TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE
WAKE ME UP WITH YOUR TONGUE
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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JUST ANOTHER GIRL ON THE TRAIN
AN EXCERPT FROM DIRTY GIRLS: EROTICA FOR WOMEN
Written by Miss Bliss on April 4, 2008 – 10:29 am - Dearest Readers,
Rachel Kramer Bussel is a prolific erotica writer, editor, journalist, and blogger. She has edited or coedited more than twenty anothologies, including Glamour Girls: Femme/Femme Erotica, Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionism, She’s on Top, and many others. Her newest book is Dirty Girls: Erotica For Women available on Amazon.com. I hope you enjoy this taste of all the goodies inside the latest collection of erotica she edited. If you do, pick up a copy of her book.
XOXOXOXXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
FROM JUST ANOTHER GIRL ON THE TRAIN BY CATHERINE LUNDOFF
At first, there wasn’t much to see. Just maids cleaning the rooms and someone opening the curtains before they left for the day. She walked down a little further and found a tiny deserted courtyard between the buildings facing the hotel. She looked up at closed and shuttered windows, then walked over to press her back against the wall and stared up at the hotel.
The courtyard smelled like garbage and pee, and she had just told herself she was nuts and needed to leave for the third time when the curtains on one of the fourth-floor windows opened. The woman from the subway looked out as a man’s hands reached around her and started unbuttoning her shirt. She still looked anxious, gnawing her lip as he kissed her neck and shoulder.
Then her eyes closed, and from the alley, she could see his hands on her breasts, her blouse parting under his fingers. It was almost as if she could feel his hands on her own breasts, and she squeezed them experimentally, thumbing her nipples through her blouse and bra to feel something of what the woman in the window must be feeling. The unaccustomed sensation almost tore a moan from her throat. Clearly, it had been a while since anyone had touched her like that.
She could see the man’s hands unfastening the woman’s pants, pulling them down, then bending her backward into a kiss. The woman in the window clutched at him, her hands obviously desperate, even from such a distance. A hot stab went through the watching woman, releasing the wetness inside her so that it ran down her thighs, so that she didn’t think she could bear not being touched. She stuck her hand down her pants, her eyes fixed on the hotel window.
She was amazingly, wrenchingly wet and empty. Her fingers were never going to be enough to fill all that, but she did the best she could and slid them inside herself. Above her in the window, the man was working his way inside the woman from behind; she could see it on her face, even from here. The other woman’s eyes closed, her mouth open and gasping. She thrust back against her lover, taking him in.
For a moment, the woman in the alley closed her eyes too as she rocked forward on her fingers, picturing herself in the window. Her fingertips brushed her clit, and the sensation almost made her scream. She bit her lip, circling her aroused flesh with her thumb. For a wild moment, she thought about taking off her jeans, but that was too much. Instead she leaned against the bricks and rubbed herself to orgasm with a muffled moan.
Her legs hadn’t stopped shaking when she looked up. This time, the woman in the window met her gaze. She could see the man reach around and slip his hand between her thighs. The woman frowned down at her before she caught her breath, before she turned back, yielding to the insistence of the man’s hand and dick.
The frown had been enough to shake her back to reality. She zipped up her jeans again, feeling somehow elated and ashamed all at once. The she walked away down the alleyway, her stride brisk and businesslike as she headed back to the subway.
That was the beginning of turning voyeur.
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NEXT FRIDAY FEATURES THE CONCLUSION OF CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART III.
THE HOTTEST INSTALLMENT IN THE THREE PART SERIES. YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS IT.
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CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL PART I
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A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
Written by Jungle Jane on April 2, 2008 – 6:19 am -As I contemplated writing this blog on masturbation in the laundry mat, a large group of young adult church campers came crashing in. More girls than boys. A couple of the girlies looked like they may have been outgrowing their camp. 
One in particular had a dyed pink patch in the back of her curly, bleach bobbed hairdo, a pierced lip and nose, skinny jeans, and a quote tattooed across the bottom of the outside of her foot. I couldn’t make out what it said, but I used my imagination. She took the washer next to mine and I couldn’t help but notice the dirty pink, lacy g-strings she had to wash. I tried hard not to think blasphemous thoughts. I tried hard to think about writing. Oh, the mental tug-of-war! How could I stay focused when she had an entire collection of pretty, lacy g-strings?
I had to sit down, but the pierced pink patch came to sit right next to me! She picked up her tatted notebook and proceeded to study her notes. I peeked at her page hoping to see something sacrilegious, but I only saw the gospel. I looked back at my blank page half expecting some sort of guilt trip to talk me out of writing about the pent-up innocence that sat right next to me, but nothing. Just the warmth of the dryers and the hum of their vibrations reminding me of the subject at hand: masturbation.
Dear God, I hope this girl masturbates.
I was 22 before I learned about the joys of a solo orgasm. I lived in Los Angeles and worked across the street from the Penthouse store on Sunset. I was newly single and had no interest in finding new love. I wanted to focus on myself and was still in love with my ex-now-current boyfriend. It was hard to go from sex every day to nothing at all. I tried one night stands, which were sometimes a blast, but overall not worth it. My body was nagging, insatiably. If only I had read Between Boyfriends, Date Girls back then!
So one night after work, I visited the sex toy store. Low and behold they were having a 75% off sale!!! I purchased a large box that was originally a hundred dollars. The box was your typical sex kit with the oils and massage gloves and chintzy crap for the most part, but something drew me to the vibrating silver bullet in the box. Something about it appealed to me over the fancier dildos. It was fate.
I took that box home to my apartment on Venice Beach boardwalk. The place had a gigantic living room with a fireplace, a wall of sliding glass doors and a balcony facing the ocean. My roommates were gone, so I locked all the doors, put music on low, poured a glass of wine, lit the fireplace and slid open the glass so the sea breeze and the sounds of the boardwalk could drift in. I laid a blanket down in front of the fireplace, lit my smoke, and sat with my new box of toys.
I looked at each trinket and considered its usage, envisioning scenarios. I made my way to the bullet and disinfected its silver surface, put in fresh batteries, took off my clothes, got comfortable on my back with my knees up, a pillow under my head and legs and a light blanket over my belly - thinking I may get chilly. I took the control in one hand and reached down with the shiny silver bullet in the other. I turned the vibration on low and held the wire to let the weight float on my clitoris. The toy seemed to have a mind of its own and landed on a particularly sensitive spot. Low was nice, but medium was better. I became wetter and warmer quick. No need for the blanket! I wanted to take it up to max right away, but thought I would take it slow to let my mind wander.
I felt like a little boy discovering his newly hardened penis. I had not fully discovered the nuances of my vagina until that night. I did not know that my right side is more sensitive than the left. I did not know what an orgasm felt like all by itself, without a partner to share it with. I hadn’t had a need in the past to masturbate, or so I thought. I was wrong! Masturbation is key to understanding our sexual organs and our deepest desires. I unlocked a closet in my mind full of dirty stories and fantasies and images and memories that I had stored away and lost touch with. My hidden desires for women came rushing into my mind’s pornographic imagination mixed with memories of heavy love making and hard core fucking. I am at my best when I take away my thought boundaries and dive into the tabboo.
I felt and watched as my folds filled up and pushed against the vibrations. I slid the control to full blast while my hand pushed the vibrations against the build. Full blast is where it’s at for me. My ears began to ring and I saw white. For the first time in my life ladies, I ejaculated. I ’squirted’ all over myself. It made my eyes water and my heart beat like I ran a marathon and I was sweating and I was smiling and I was hooked!
I mean hooked. I discovered six things that night:
- I love the vibration.
- I can get off whenever the hell I feel like it!
- I can ejaculate. It’s not a myth!
- I can hide the desires, but they don’t go away.
- The imagination is a terrible thing to waste.
- Give yourself permission to be perverted while masturbating and see where it takes you!!
You just might make some discoveries of your own!
Tune in next time when I attempt to make some of my fantasies reality and soon realize that some fantasies are best kept where they are….blissful in my imagination.
Jungle Jane
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If you enjoyed this blog, you may also enjoy reading Jungle Jane’s first two blogs:
GETTING HER NUMBER - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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THE FIRST BLISS BRUNCH FOR BI-GIRLS AND THEIR PARTNERS
Saturday, April 19 at 3pm in West Hollywood.
We already have 16 bi-girls coming to the brunch and 10 are bringing their partners.
This will be a great opportunity to meet other bi and bi-friendly folks for conversation, fun & friendship.
Interested in joining us?
E-mail me at bliss@blisswarrior.com or RSVP to Cammie on my Top Friends on myspace.
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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:
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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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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ASK MISS BLISS - MAKE MY BRAIN COME
Written by Miss Bliss on October 17, 2007 – 8:51 pm -Dear Miss Bliss,
I know that you aren’t a doctor or professional in sexual matters, but I read your blog, HOW MANY WAYS CAN YOU CLIMAX? and it sort of hit home for me. I am definitely one of those girls who finds it hard to masturbate. Not because it’s too messy or anything, but because I can honestly say that I’m not too in touch with my Lucy. (Lucy is the name for my vagina. Crazy, I know, but I hate how pussy, or cunt, sounds.) It’s a difficult thing to admit out loud, and so far, only my boyfriend knows.
This is why I’m curious to be with a women, because I’m hoping to climax in a new way. Please don’t think me an odd person, but I’ve never had an orgasm with my boyfriend. I have with my vibrator, but with him, an orgasm won’t come. My boyfriend has noticed this and tried to break down my walls of inhibition to get me there. I feel pleasure, I love it, but too much pleasure gets me less hot down there. It has discouraged me tremendously from desire and made me feel hopeless.
I just don’t like how it feels to touch myself inside, so what do I do?
–Lady M.
Darling Lady M.,
Since seventh grade, I have enjoyed touching myself and making myself orgasm, and I strongly believe the better a girl knows how to pleasure herself, the better and more frequent her orgasms with her lover will be. Women’s bodies are unique; there is no one way to make a girl come. Loving women is marvelous because discovering what makes her feel pleasure is always as individual as her personality. So, darling, be gentle with yourself and remember that sex is a sensual act for women, and an orgasm is not the only goal.
THE P-WORD
I agree with you that cunt is an ugly word, although it can be charming when a Brit man screams it at a footballer. But I have to disagree with you on the P-word. I happen to like the word pussy. Imagine you are with a girl and she is kissing your neck while you smell her perfume and feel the softness of her hair against your breast. She whispers in a sweet purr, “You have a beautiful pussy,” and for the first time, you are overwhelmed by the complement. I bet you will be able to enjoy talking about your pretty pussy after that!
BRING YOUR VIBRATOR TO BED
If the vibrator makes you shake and shimmer, bring your vibrator into bed. Give you man a show and let him watch you make yourself come. Give him a live erotic show and teach him what you like, so he can learn from you. Some couples enjoy having a vibrator between both of them during intercourse so they can enjoy the vibrations together. Use the vibrator on him, and he will not be nervous to use it on you.
AGE AND CLIMAXING
Research demonstrates that women tend to have more orgasms as they get older. If you are in your twenties and having difficulty climaxing, do not worry. This is very natural and normal, and when you turn thirty and forty, you will delight in your new sexual power. For now, focus on enjoying the pleasures you are already experience because worrying about coming makes it harder to orgasm.
STOP AND GO AND COME
Most women need at least twenty minutes of foreplay to achieve orgasm. But sometimes too much pressure on the clit can make a girl sore before she can come. To avoid wearing yourself out before you achieved bliss, try to stop and go and come. Let your partner pleasure you and get you close to where you feel energy building between your legs. Then make him/her stop. Take a break, focus on his pleasure for awhile, then repeat. Eventually, the sexual energy will demand to be released. Sometimes trying NOT to come, is exactly what will help you climax.
KEGELS AREN’T JUST FOR PREGNANT CHICKS
Your kegel muscles should be exercised daily to make sex better and orgasms easier. When you are peeing and you stop the flow, you are exercising your kegel muscles. Experts recommend squeezing these muscles 100 times a day to help tone the muscles that bring you bliss. (A fun thing to do while at the office!) During intercourse, tighten your kegels and see how happy your new muscles make your man.
TEACH YOURSELF HOW TO MAKE A GIRL COME (BY PRACTICING ON YOU)
Lovely girl, I know you think a girl might be able to give you the orgasm your man has not given you, but this is unlikely. Not impossible, but not something I would bet on. Girls who know what gives them pleasure and who masturbate a lot are the same ones who have varied and multiple orgasms. If you do not like the way you feel inside, do you think you will enjoy feeling another girl? Learn on your own body. Treat your gorgeous self in the same way you would please a girl. And, if you still do not want to put your fingers inside of yourself, start experimenting with glass dildos and new sex toys. The more playful you are with yourself, the more your body will respond.
MAKE YOUR BRAIN COME
Women are not like men. An orgasm is not simply a physical response to stimulation. For a woman to climax, her brain needs to come first. For some women, reading romance novels, Anne Rice books, or Penthouse Letters can stimulate the sexual response in the brain. Perhaps you need to describe a vivid sexual fantasy during sex with your partner. Maybe watching erotica with your partner can turn on your mind and get you into your body. Whatever it is, if you are thinking about how you cannot come, you will not be able to come. What turns your brain on, dear reader? Find this and you may find the key that unlocks multiple pleasures.
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
THANK YOU FOR READING!
LOVE YOURSELF!
LOVE WOMEN!
GIVE LOVE!
XOXOXOXOXO
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