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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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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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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CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL - PART TWO
Written by Miss Bliss on March 28, 2008 – 1:56 pm - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
A LITTLE EROTIC FICTION TO HELP YOU SLEEP MORE SOUNDLY
MISSED CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL - PART ONE? CLICK HERE TO READ IT.
“Do you want to sit down?” She is standing nervously near the door, silently debating whether or not she should leave. Something about the small space of your studio apartment makes her anxious. Occasionally you catch her eyes looking at your full-size bed and you know she is weighing her options. You distract her thoughts by saying, “Let’s have another glass of wine, shall we?”
“It’s getting late…” The librarian wants to go home and stay safe inside her straight world, but the gypsy has not forgotten the passion on the roof experienced just a few moments before. She is obviously torn and the stress of her internal battle creates creases in her forehead.
“It’s not too late for one more drink.” Before she can say no, you go into the closet that is your kitchen and pour two glasses of red wine. Opening the refrigerator, you take out a box of strawberries, wash them and quickly arrange them in a bowl. Carefully balancing the two glasses and the bowl, you join her on the couch. She gingerly takes a glass and you place the strawberries on the foot locker that serves as a coffee table. “To friendship,” and you lift your glass for a toast.
She is quiet as she sips her wine. You let the silence grow as you eat strawberries. Casually, you move your leg close to hers, and let your leg brush against hers. She moves closer to you and you realize she wants to be seduced. She may be divided, unsure of what she wants, but she is still here. “May I kiss you again,” you ask.
She nods, unable to say a word. Taking the wine glass out of her hand and setting it next to yours on the table, you turn to her and kiss gently, slowly, savoring the taste of alcohol and fruit that lingers on her tongue.
Suddenly, as if a switch in her brain was turned, she pushes you back down on the couch and straddles your body. She doesn’t speak but aggressively kisses you, with such an ardent passion you cannot believe this is the same girl who only hours before told you she was “straight”. Her hands run up and down your arms, through your hair, as she begins pressing her hips into yours. She is drowning and you are oxygen and she cannot get enough of you.
She comes up onto her knees and begins unbuttoning her white shirt. As each button is undone, she stares into your eyes, enjoying you watching her. You wonder if she ever plays this role with her male lovers. Her bra is boring and functional - a t-shirt nude-colored bra designed to be invisible under clothing - but her breasts are so full and perky, she somehow makes the bra look inviting and sexy. Her stomach is flat with a shimmering jewel filling her belly button.
“You have a belly ring,” you ask as you touch it. More evidence of the passionate gypsy.
“Do you like,” she asks.
“I do.” Your fingers touch her soft belly, then move up her chest and until both of her breasts are in your hands. “Do you have any sense of how perfect your body is?” She shakes her head shyly and her hair moves around her shoulders. “You should be a lingerie model, that’s how stunning you are.”
Although she can’t look at you, she is smiling. Her hands find your shirt and she starts to pull it off. She wants to see you, too. “Oh, your bra is so pretty,” she exclaims as she sees the black embroidery. Like on the roof, she touches your breasts with utter fascination. She had no idea how amazing it is to feel the soft fullness of another woman’s breasts. Her hands go under the bra cups and she finds your nipples, already hard, already throbbing with desire and she pinches them. You moan and she says with delight, “You like that?”
“Darling, if you keep this up, I’m not going to be able to control myself.”
She pinches your nipples harder. Separating your legs, she moves her knee between them, and starts pressing her leg into you, making your clit vibrate with anticipation. She is daring you to take her, pushing to make it impossible to stop, and you are surprised that she - the girl virgin - the straight one - the novice - this girl is seducing you. Did she lie to you when she said she was straight? Has she been with other girls but can’t admit it? She must have played with girls before to be this assertive… or maybe, she’s just drunk. Will she pretend none of this happened when the sun rises?
But you let these questions go because she is distracting your body with desire. “Let’s move,” you say and you gesture to the bed. She gets up and gives you her hand to help you up. In bras and skirts, you hold each others’ hands as you walk to the bed.
“Lie on your back,” you command.
“I want you to lie on your back,” she says, deciding to stay the dominant lover.
“You have been with girls before. You must have.”
She shakes a finger no.
“But you are acting so…” You want to say, experienced, but before you do, she puts a finger to your lips to silence you, and gently pushes you back on the bed. She undoes your zipper and slides your skirt off. Standing, she turns her back to you and unzips her skirt. It falls to the floor elegantly and she steps out of it. Turning around, she is only in underwear, but she is more beautiful than you ever imagined. Tiny waisted, great legs, perfect breasts and a flat, shimmering belly, she is a goddess come alive and she is ready to devour you.
Crawling on top of you, she kisses you deeply. She slides down your body, letting her hair tickle your neck, your breasts, your tummy until her face pauses over your sex. Her fingers find the sides of your lace underwear and she begins to pull them off. “Wait,” you say and take her face in your hands. She looks up at you and smiles. When you were taking the lead, you felt confident and all-powerful; her sudden passion for you makes you feel shy and awkward. “Is this what you want,” you ask. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You are giving her an out and you don’t know why.
She answers you by pulling off your underwear. She tells you she wants you by licking your right inner thigh, then licking the left. She kisses your bellybutton, then kisses an inch below it, than another kiss, and another… each kiss bringing her closer and closer to your impatient, throbbing sex. Her tongue starts at the base of your pussy, and in one long lick, she tastes you from the base all the way to the tip of your clit. Licking you so lightly, with such delicacy, you are driven insane with desire for her. Your hips begin to lift off the bed, asking her for more tongue, more pressure, more, more, more. Her hands spread your legs wider and her tongue finds your slick interior. Her lips find your swollen clit and she begins sucking on it - in and out - and you moan.
You cannot believe she is going down on you. The first two girls you played with you didn’t go down on at all. Although you like girls, something about smelling and tasting pussy turned you off a little. Touching another girl with your fingers was fun and easy. Just like masturbating, you knew exactly how much pressure to put on her clit with the right hand and how to use the left hand to penetrate her at the same time. But oral sex was a whole other level of intimacy. This girl had to have been with girls before; what girl goes down on another girl right away? Especially if she has not been touched or brought to orgasm yet?
With her tongue still on your clit, she inserts a finger into your tight warm self and begins moving it in and out. She is not an expert with her hand and mimicks the actions of a guy by simply pushing her finger in and out. Maybe she is a girl virgin, after all…. but you soon forget the novice quality of her hand movement because her tongue distracts you with its expert skill. Nibbling on your clit lightly, sometimes pulling it into her month, sometimes stroking it with quick licks, she brings you close to orgasm. Although coming has never been difficult for you, she is bringing you to orgasm fast.
“Put another finger in me,” you instruct, and she inserts two fingers. Two fingers fill you better and she begins moving her hand with more force. Experimenting with her hand, she starts to move her fingers in circles, touching your walls in new and delicious ways. Between her lips, tongue and hands, you are dripping wet, throbbing and close. So close. “You are going to make me come,” you whisper.
This makes her movements more excited, faster, harder. Your hips press your sex deeper into her face, and you begin to rock against her fingers. The explosion is building within you and you whisper, “Keep doing that. Yes, just like that. I am so close…”
In that moment, she does something so surprising, it pushes you over the edge into the deepest orgasm a girl ever gave you. With the two fingers of her right hand penetrating you, her tongue stroking your clit, she takes her left hand and inserts a finger into your ass. Her finger is dry and the shock of the insertion - not quite pleasant and a little painful without lubrication - jump starts your body and surprises your mind. Penetrating you with both hands, you explode into orgasm. The pleasure and slight pain throw you over the edge and you scream. “Coming,” you say, and your body is filled with waves of pleasure. Over and over the waves wash over you and you whisper, “I’m still coming….” Longer than any orgasm, you cannot believe this girl did this to you.
Finally, you push at her shoulders to gently stop her. Again, you pull her up to you, her face slick with your juices. You kiss her and taste yourself on her tongue. You taste yummy mixed up in her saliva.
She turns and lies next to you as you both catch your breath. “You are no straight girl, honey.”
“No,” she asks with a purr.
“I hate to break it to you, but no. You certainly don’t make love to a girl like a hetero.”
“How do I make love to a girl?”
“Like this,” you say. Mimicking her movements, you show her what an incredible lover of women she already is.
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This is part two of a three-part story, Captivating the College Girl. Tune in next week to find out what happens in the morning. . XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ALSO ENJOY OTHER EROTICA BY BW:
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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THANKS TO THE MANY, MANY WONDERFUL WOMEN WHO HAVE OFFERED TO HELP TEST BLISS WARRIOR’S COMMUNITY SITE FOR BI-GIRLS, HOTEL BLISS. WE WILL BE TEST LAUNCHING HOTEL BLISS NEXT WEEK, SO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR YOUR INVITATION TO JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY! XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
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CAPTIVATING THE COLLEGE GIRL - Part One
Written by Miss Bliss on March 14, 2008 – 7:00 am -ANOTHER FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY BY BLISS WARRIOR.
a little erotic fiction to help you sleep more soundly….
Deciding to dive right in, you ask her if she’s ever kissed a girl.
She is almost as surprised by the question as you are for asking it. You aren’t drunk but perfectly sober and oddly relaxed. “No,” she says, “Have you?”
“Yes.” This is the first time you have felt confident around a girl. Having only fooled around with a few women - and only going all the way with one - you are surprised by how easy it all feels.
“Are you a lesbian,” she asks with an innocence that makes you like her even more.
“No. I like who I like.”
There is a question she wants to ask but she hesitates. Instead, she blurts out, “I’m straight.”
“I know.” Everyone knew this. “But you’re also pretty.”
“Thanks,” she says, and her hand shakes a little as she stirs her tea.
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After the Astronomy lecture this morning, you casually asked her to tea. She said yes, which initially surprised you. Maybe you should just ask girls out more often. Maybe girls say yes more than no.
She had no idea that between watching slides of stars and taking the occasional note, you watched her in class. She’s not your type, but she caught your eye when she wore a baby blue beaded vintage cardigan and a black pencil skirt. Her hair was in a tight shiny bun like a librarian, yet she had a ring on every finger. This incongruence made you curious about her. An uptight girl with the hands of a gypsy. You wondered if she expressed her passion only in the bedroom and only in the dark.
It made you want to kiss her just to see if you could.
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The cafe is dark even though the sky is still bright outside. There is a gap in the conversation but it doesn’t bother you. You drink your tea and study her with a slight smile. Her nervousness is making the whole afternoon fun for you. The more she doesn’t know what to say, the more you do.
“Can I be direct with you,” you ask and she nods. “I am attracted to you.”
“You are,” she says with her eyes on her teacup. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know that you are beautiful, smart and kind. You have excellent taste and a great sense of style. That blue cardigan you wore last week was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.”
“Well, I stole that from my roommate. She’s the one with taste.”
Another stunning girl who is insecure and puts herself down without even realizing it. “Sweet girl, every time I’ve seen you, I’ve thought to myself, ‘No way. She’s prettier than the last time. But the last time I saw her she was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. How did she manage to outdo herself again?”
She is laughing and looks up at you for the first time. “You make me feel pretty. But I’m not….” She lets the words trail off.
“Like me,” you ask.
“I’m not a lesbian,” she says, her words barely audible as if lesbian were a bad word.
“I’m not either,” you say with a wink. “Let’s get out of here. I want to show you something.”
You see her weighing the options in her mind: the librarian side of her and the gypsy duking out the pros and the cons of spontaneous fun. “Sure, why not? But only if we get a drink first,” she says. “I’m way too sober.”
“To the bar then,” and you signal for the check.
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After sharing a few drinks and many stories, the two of you walk out of the bar and onto Hudson Street in the West Village. She has her armed looped through yours now. If you were both straight this would be just another gesture of friendship. But the tingling of her touch against your skin tells you she is more than just a friend, and she is beginning to realize it.
“Have you ever had a one night stand,” you ask her.
She gives you a look.
“Two years ago, I had my first one night stand,” you say. “I was nineteen and I traveled with some friends to Spain. One afternoon, my friends were at a museum and I wasn’t feeling it, so I decided to just go explore Barcelona on my own. I met a really sexy Spanish man in a cafe. I liked him instantly. The connection was there. We talked over cafe con leche for hours, then we went to dinner. Over wine and paella, he asked me - with the hottest accent and this deep, sexy voice - ‘Have you ever met someone for the first time, had coffee, then had dinner, then went home and made love all night long?’ My stomach flip-flopped. Nothing seemed more romantic.”
“And then you went home with him?”
“Something like that. And I never saw him after.”
She shakes her head and a dark strand of hair falls loose and into her eyes. “For a second, there, I thought you were making a pass at me.”
The sun is setting and her skin glows with the shifting light. “For a second, I was.”
“And you aren’t anymore,” she asks with a flirtatious tone. You knew she was the right girl.
“No.” You smile and pick up her hand and kiss it, lingering on each long finger. “I don’t flirt with straight girls - well, not for long.”
“You are trouble,” she says.
“Am I?” You kiss her wrist and she pulls her hand away. Suddenly she is aware of the street and of people seeing you together. The librarian has returned.
“You told me you wanted to show me something.”
“I do.”
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On top of your building, you can see all of downtown New York. You made it home right before the sun set and the buildings came alive with lights. The city unfolds before the two of you as day becomes night and she turns to you with radiant eyes. “A picture could never capture this.”
The light illuminates the pink fullness of her lips and there is a pause. She is quiet for a beat too long and you know by saying nothing, she has said yes. As the breeze picks up twelve floors above Manhattan, you lean into her and kiss her gently, softly, ever-so-slowly and she immediately kisses you back. Your arms encircle her, as she presses into you, opening her mouth just slightly, ready to go deeper.
Your tongue lightly darts into her mouth and her mouth widens. Hesitantly, her tongue begins to explore your teeth and your lips. Your hands move down her back, massaging her spine and bringing her even closer into you. Breaking away from the kiss, you lick her neck from the shoulder to her ear and gently nibble on her earlobe.
“You smell so yummy,” you say.
“You are so soft.”
“You’re pretty soft for a straight girl,” you tease her. “The funny thing is, you don’t kiss like a straight girl.”
“I don’t,” she asks with a laugh.
“No. You really don’t. You just kissed me like a bi-girl.”
“Oh, really,” she asks, now into the game. “And how does a bi-girl kiss?”
“Like this,” you say, and you kiss her again. Her arms are all over you now, as if she’s been finally given permission to explore and be free. Both hands find your breasts through your clothes and she touches them with the fascination of something new and foreign. As you kiss, your hands find her small breasts and you both massage and touch each other as the throbbing between your legs grows with intensity. Her breathing is uneven and quick and you know she is yours.
“Let’s go downstairs,” you say. Holding her hand, you lead her back inside.
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This is part one of a three-part story. Want to read Captivating the College Girl - Part Two? CLICK HERE. XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ALSO ENJOY OTHER EROTICA BY BW:
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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