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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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 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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YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on February 1, 2008 – 2:37 pm -please note: this story is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. contains graphic sexual content.
Other girls bored you. You enjoyed making them come, who wouldn’t? But no girl got to you.
Until, you met her.
And, it wasn’t because she went down on you better than any other. She was the best, no doubt, but that wasn’t what made your heart open. She definitely surprised you with her gentle, responsive, and soft tongue. Nothing about her technique reminded you of a man. She performed one hundred percent femme cunnilingus. Every lick was a question: do you like this? Am I pleasing you? Am I better than any other?
Against her smooth face, you move your thighs fast. It is your second date and already you are slippery wet with the juices she stirred up in you. Rubbing your thighs fast against her mouth, chin, and cheekbones, you notice no roughness, no trace of male stubble to slow you down, or make you pause. Your thighs ski back and forth in orgasm. You look at her - a girl with patent leather hair and deep, dark eyes, her small nose against your clit - and you shake. Deep in your vaginal canal, you are shivering, pulsing, releasing. She has made you climax again.
“You are better than any other,” you say. And she is.
But this isn’t how she got you.
You pull her up and clasp her face in your hands. Her white skin is covered in your scent, dripping in your body’s adoration of her many talents. You bring her pink full lips up to you and slowly kiss, tasting yourself while tasting her. You lick her right cheek and then kiss her left. Her chin is slick with your juices and you lick it lightly. She moves, rapidly darting her tongue into your mouth and you kiss deeply, savoring the mixture of your salt and her sugar.
But that wasn’t the moment, either.
Drenched in adoration and still shaking from pleasure you hug her tight. You pull away from her and turn, finding your man. He kisses you deep, frantic to communicate the frenzy you create together as three.
What makes her so different, you wonder. How can it be explained in words? Was it because she was so clever and sensual, and in every way, the most perfect lover of both a man and a woman?
She slides down his chest, while your finger climbs up her spine. He looks at you and smiles, his eyes full of language and emotion. Her lips lick the tip of his cock and he gasps, his eyes look up into nothing then back down into hers. She is a great cocksucker, you see that instantly. She knows how to caress a cock, and you watch her worship it with loving licks and strokes. She takes him deep; all the way down her throat. He breathes in, surprised and controlled, and you kiss him. His back is sweating, and in that moment, you know that she is not merely a great cocksucker. She is a fantastic cocksucker.
And, a very good girl.
You slide down his body to meet her. Her mouth slides under his shaft and kisses his balls, lightly. A butterfly flick of the tongue, and you smile. You are impressed. She will go as far as you will, maybe even farther. You watch her for a second, then focus your attention on his shaft while she continues tasting and teasing his sack. Licking the length of his cock up and down, you notice he is already wet with her saliva. All you can see is his smooth skin and her closed eyes. Focused, lost in savoring him, the two of you move together, making him moan.
Occasionally, your tongue brushes hers and you kiss. She then licks him, and turns to kiss you, and you kiss her while licking him. All three of you are connected and focused on mutual pleasure. You watch her move her left hand down and she starts stroking his ass, warming him up for her finger.
You are overwhelmed by her power and want to impress her. You take him into your mouth and suck him as deep as you can without choking. Looking up into his eyes, you tell him how much you adore him by stroking the underside of his cock with your tongue.
He begins to move beneath you, his hips moving forward and back, and you realize she is making him move by lightly fucking him with her finger.
Pre-come shoots into your mouth and he tastes sweet. You love his pre-come because it is something he doesn’t control. Incredibly in command of his orgasm, he will only come when he wants to, or when you beg him to. When he gets wet, however, a girl knows she earned it.
He’s getting too close and pulls you both up. Both of your hands surround his cock and you bring him to orgasm together. He kisses you ravenously, and the three of you feed off of each other’s lips. Her come, your come, his taste, your sweat, his come and her saliva all mix - and you are still hungry for more.
That’s when she got you.
She made your brain come.
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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ASK MISS BLISS - MY BOYFRIEND’S “PUSHING HARD” FOR A THREESOME
Written by Miss Bliss on January 30, 2008 – 2:35 pm -Dear Miss Bliss,
I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for over a year now and he is pushing hard for a threesome. It’s not that I don’t want to try it… I am just shy and a little insecure. I am afraid of being the “odd girl out”. I have always been attracted to women, their shapes and smells… but I have never been past the heavy petting stage. I know that this threesome thing would be fun and that my boyfriend would love it, but how do I get over my inhibitions and just have fun? Any suggestions would be welcomed.
Wallflower
Dearest Wallflower,
At our brunch last Sunday in Albuquerque, New Mexico, Kairrie described the conversation she had with her man before their first threesome. This was not Kairrie’s first group experience. She had been the “guest star” with other couples before, but this was the first time she and her man would invite a lover into their bed. Kairrie asked a foxy friend of hers if she would be up for a night of decadent fun with them, and the friend agreed. Having set the date, Kairrie’s man had many questions for her about the upcoming date.
“Is it all right if I kiss her,” he asked Kairrie.
Kairrie said, of course!
“Alright,” he said. “Now, for the big question. How would you feel if I came in her?”
TALK IN EXPLICIT DETAIL ABOUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN DURING THE THREESOME
I mention this conversation for one main reason. The way to avoid feeling left out is quite simple. Have clear, detailed conversations with your man about what will happen during the threesome. Is it alright if he kisses her? Is it alright if he pleases her orally, or is it only you who will please her? Would you enjoy going down on your man with her? Would it be fun for both of you to please her at the same time with your four hands? Go through every scenario you can think of with your man and fantasize together. The more you talk about ways you can please her together, the less likely anyone will feel left out.
HOW TO “GET OVER” ANY INHIBITIONS
It is your first time and it is perfectly natural that you feel nervous and have inhibitions. The more you talk about the first time during sexual play with your partner, the more you can both get turned on together and help each other be ready for the first actual experience.
If you are worried the girl will not be into you, know that ALL girls worry about this. Your lover will probably be worried that she is not as attractive as you are, because all girls, even the prettiest ones, worry that they are not attractive. The more attention and love you give the other girl, the more she will be relaxed with both of you. The invited lover will need you to make her feel comfortable, and by focusing on her, you will feel less nervous.
Reading erotica is a way to get over inhibitions because you realize you are not the only one with these desires and it will teach you a few tips. Finding a bi-girl friend to talk with in your area is another way you can eliminate fears - by acknowledging them, learning tips to avoid jealousy, and feeling better about yourself, your relationship, and your sensual desires.
THE FIRST THREESOME DOES NOT HAVE TO GO “ALL THE WAY”
Many girls get skittish about having a threesome because they do not want their man to penetrate another woman. This is completely natural and totally acceptable. Many women who join couples do not necessarily want to be penetrated by the other girl’s man, at least the first time. If your man does not understand this, or feels that he “must” penetrate both of you to be satisfied, he is not ready for a group situation. He needs to respect your feelings and should not introduce any sexual elements that are not okay with you first. Remember, a threesome is about bringing the two of you closer together while inviting another lucky soul into the love you share.
IF GUYS DIDN’T “PUSH HARD” FOR SEX, MOST OF US WOULD BE VIRGINS
Now, I know this may sound shocking, but if men did not push girls into sex, we might all be middle-aged virgins wondering what the fuss was about. The question is, is your man pushing you in a good way or in a bad way? Many women have fantasies of being with other women, but do not know how to make the first move or are too scared to. If this is the case, dear Wallflower, and your man is pushing you in a good way, helping you get over your fears and make a real move towards finding a lover, then I have no problem with it. I had a friend who was scared to death of going up to a girl and kissing her, but wanted to desperately. One night at a club, her man got a few drinks in her and told her she had to go over and kiss the girl she was flirting with earlier. She said no, he said yes. He said yes again, more sternly this time, and she felt she “had to kiss her.” She went over to her, told the girl she thought she was pretty and asked if she could kiss her. To her delight, the girl said yes, and they kissed. After, she was euphoric and grateful to her man for “pushing her” just enough.
IF HE’S “PUSHING HARD” AND YOU ARE NOT READY, YOU HAVE A PROBLEM
If you are insecure in your relationship and do not trust him to follow the rules you established before the threesome, you two are not ready for a group experience. If he really loves you, he will wait until you are both ready for the experience. As I have written before in the blog, Is Your Man a Deal-Breaker, if he is pushing for penetration with your new lover and does not understand why that should wait, he may not be ready.
FOR MORE TIPS ON AVOIDING PROBLEMS DURING YOUR FIRST THREESOME,
I RECOMMEND RE-READING THESE BLOGS:
ASK MISS BLISS: A GIRL’S FIRST THREESOME
ASK MISS BLISS: A TOMBOY HANDLES JEALOUSY
XOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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THIS SATURDAY NIGHT IN LOS ANGELES BI-GIRL DANCE NIGHT IN WEST HOLLYWOOD
So far we have had a HUGE response to the event and at least 15 girls are coming out to dance the night away.
Want to join us? E-mail me at bliss@blisswarrior.com.
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SHE’S A PERFECT GENTLEMAN & SHE’S PACKIN’
Written by Miss Bliss on January 29, 2008 – 3:07 pm -
“I dated the cutest butch girl,” Melissa says with a smile. “I’m a girly-girl and usually into feminine women, but this girl was so hot.”
It is a cool winter morning in Albuquerque, New Mexico, and five beautiful bisexual women have gathered for brunch, community, and conversation. This brunch is notable because this is the first brunch where all the attendees are experienced bi-girls with many stories to share.
“She really is the cutest lesbian I’ve ever seen,” says Melissa’s friend, Kairrie, a joyful and sparkling blonde. “When this girl goes out with us to a bar or a club, she wears a full tuxedo with a bow-tie and everything. But, what kills us, is she has the whole boy look from the hair, the clothes, the shoes… but, she wears full make-up. She’s the cutest boy and the cutest girl at the same time.”
Jackie has long blonde hair that pours down her back and cleavage artfully accentuated in a black plunging neckline. “God, what is up with the girls who wrap up their boobs and squash them down? I’m like, ‘You’re such a beautiful woman! Don’t hide your gorgeous breasts!’”
Kairrie looks down at Jackie’s bountiful chest, and says with a flirtatious giggle, “Goodness, speaking of gorgeous breasts…”
“Why thank you,” Jackie says.
“But it wasn’t just the tuxedo that made this girl so hot,” Melissa steers the conversation back to her original story. “Whenever we went out, she was the perfect gentleman. She opened every door, pulled out every chair, and wouldn’t let me pay for a thing. Not even a drink at the bar.”
“You haven’t told the best part,” Kairrie says. “When this girl went out, she was always packin’.”
“What does ‘packin’ mean,” asks Geneva, another fiercely intelligent, long-haired beauty.
“It means she goes out with a dildo in her underwear, right,” I ask. “They sell flaccid dildos now at sex stores for girls who want to go out with a special secret.”
“Oh, but this wasn’t flaccid,” says Melissa. “She didn’t just drop a dildo into her panties and go. She wore her strap-on and was ready to take me whenever she wanted.”
“It was erect,” I ask. “How’d she wear that thing around without poking into people?”
“She wore it down her left pant leg, so when we danced together, I could feel how hard she was for me.”
“Really,” I asked shocked. “She could dance with a strap-on?”
“She’s an amazing girl,” says Melissa.
“Speaking of butch lesbians,” says Jackie. “My Mom is uptight. She knows I’m a bi-swinger, and that’s fine with her, she just doesn’t want to know anything about it. That’s fine, but sometimes, what you don’t know can get you into trouble. My mom is really active as a referee for softball, basketball, and soccer and she’s straight.”
“Wait,” I say, “you said she’s a softball referee and isn’t lesbian?”
“Nope. The rest of them are, but she is not. She’s cool with lesbians and everything, but doesn’t know a thing about lesbian culture. That’s fine, except her ignorance almost got her into trouble. One night after the game, the lesbians ask my mom to join them for a drink. They go out drinking and when they are about to leave the bar, they ask my mom if she’d like to come home with them and make a Daisy Chain.”
The table erupts in laughter. “Does your mom know what a Daisy Chain is?”
“Nooooo,” Jackie says emphatically. “She has no idea it’s an invitation to a sex party.”
“Did she go,” I ask.
“Oh my God,” says Kairrie, “can you imagine?”
“Oh, no. She had to get up early for work the next morning, so she excused herself. But the next day she calls me and asks me what a Daisy Chain is. My jaw drops to the floor. I ask her why she wants to know, and she tells me the whole story. I cannot stop laughing. ‘What does it mean,’ she asks, and I say, ‘Are you certain you want to know?’ Because I am honest and I will tell her the truth but only if she really wants to hear it. She says, ‘Tell me,’ so I say, ‘Well, Mom, all the girls get around in a circle and each girl pleasures the next girl and no one is left out.’”
“What did your mom say,” I ask.
“‘She said, ‘Oh, I thought they were going to make baskets or garden or something…’”
We laugh and the conversation continues as Kairrie goes to the counter to get us another round of chai lattes.
XOXOXOOXXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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Dearest Bliss Warriors,
So sorry I was unable to post yesterday. I am in New Mexico and altitude sickness knocked me out yesterday. Now, I’m drinking water and feeling much better. xoxoxoxo BW
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WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
Written by Miss Bliss on January 11, 2008 – 12:20 am -It is Friday night, and for some of you, tonight will be a night of delight.
She will meet you for a cocktail at the lounge twenty or so minutes late. This doesn’t bother you; it gives you time to relax. You wait for her nervous, excited, and aware of the slight throb between your legs. Patterned stockings and knee-high pointed boots, you wonder what she will do when she sees you.
“Can I bring you a drink,” the waitress asks. She is in a short black dress and you notice her long legs. For a moment, you feel like a man must feel; always aware of the desire for women.
From across the room she approaches. In a short floral dress, belted, femme and glowing, she appears. You never expected her to get so decked out for you. Obviously, she spent time picking out the most adorable outfit she could find in her closet. She took so much time look her best and you are overwhelmed with gratitude and anticipation. She is having as much fun being on the date as you are.
After a few hours of drinks and conversation; after moments of knees touching, fingers lacing, her hand on your stockinged leg; after deciding who was more sober and would drive home… You arrive in her apartment, she pours you wine and you are both awkward for a moment. She’s talking a lot and you don’t know if you should kiss her or not. It all seems so much more intimate than you expected and you feel like a teenager again; awkward and slightly off.
But she is a bit older than you are, and definitely more experienced. She leads you to her bedroom, puts on music that you have never heard before but feels familiar. Candles scent the room in ginger and lillies and you let her lead you. She pulls you into her, dances with you and lets her hands drip down your back slowly. Her fingers slide under your skirt, feeling the gap of skin between your stocking and your panties. Never has that flesh tingled as much. She strokes you through your green and black lace and you are grateful you went shopping and bought new pretty things for her.
Kissing you slowly, she memorizes the shape of your mouth with her tongue. Licking you lightly, tenderly, you are amazed by the softness of her mouth, the smallness of her tongue, the smoothness of her cheek.
As she undresses you, and then makes love to you, you are surprised only by how normal and perfect it all feels. You knew it would be wonderful with a woman but you had no idea it would feel sweet and innocent. Lost in bliss, you flip her over and are shocked at how much you already knew about pleasuring a woman. You already knew how to make her sigh, gulp, moan, and ask for more, because you knew what you liked so well. Her body is so new and so known; a mystery and a returning home; and you tell her with your mouth, tongue, chin, fingers and nose how very much you adore her.
Unfortunately, tonight you can’t stay over, but you want to. Lifting sheets, pillows, and towels, you search for your lingerie and your left boot. She comes up from behind you, puts her arms around your shoulders and whispers into your ear that she would like to sleep in your panties and have you go home wearing hers. This makes you blush but turns you on in its innocent dirtiness. You turn around and face her and you swap panties and put them on.
They fit you perfectly which shocks you because she seemed so much smaller than you. You silly girl, she says. Look, we’re the same size.
Dressed and back out in the cool January night, you smile, walking home in her panties.
XOXOXOXOOXXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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GIRLS ARE MEETING IN SAN DIEGO, CA THIS WEEKEND!
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I’VE ALREADY RECEIVED MANY RESPONSES AND HOPE YOU’RE COMING, TOO!
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ASK MISS BLISS - ANAL PLAY IN THE JUNGLE
Written by Miss Bliss on October 3, 2007 – 5:35 pm -Dear Miss Bliss,
I have a couple questions for you regarding anal sex…
I have been with my boyfriend now for 5 years with a two year, lustful break. We reunited here in Maui and now live in the rainforest together like Tarzan and Jane in the Garden of Eden. We are always looking for new and exciting ways to make love and look forward to our first threesome.
Until we find the right girl to share, we’re trying new things such as anal pleasure. I love it, but I have some concerns. My mother is a clean freak and is obsessed with salmonella and botulism and everything else that can be killed with bleach. While I am tidy, I usually reject all the obsessive, compulsive cleaning my mother tried to instill in me. I like a house that’s lived in. However, now at 25, I find myself becoming more concerned with germs, especially since living in conditions conducive to mold and mildew.
Back to the subject… My nurse friend told me that the anus is a breeding ground for germs, etc. She said that anal sex can lead to bacteria infections. My question is do you have the same concerns? Do you take any “safety measures”. I am VERY reluctant to kiss/lick the area, though I would like to. Also, is it necessary to clip my fingernails to pleasure him there properly? He doesn’t seem to be totally comfortable with it yet, though he would like to be. It’s a tricky, intriguing subject for me, who would like to try everything.
–Jane in the Jungle
Darling Jane,
Before I answer your question, I want to let all blissgirls know that anal play is something you should only do with a man you love, trust, and know very well. Anal play is something your lover has to EARN. Ask yourself, does my lover treat me like a goddess? Does he put me first and make me feel worshiped and adored? If you do not feel totally and completely loved by your man, he has not earned it yet. Put yourself first and never participate in anal play with a man to try and make him love you.
Jane, you seem to have found a man who is worthy of your love and of new fabulous pleasures. So I offer you these tips on anal hygiene and anal pleasure…
TAKE A BUBBLE BATH
(1) Darling Jane, I hope your jungle comes with a bathtub because the number one way to protect against germs and icky accidents is to take a good, long, bubbly bath before sexual play. In Toni Bentley’s erotic memoir, Surrender, she describes how anal sex helped her to connect with the divine. The book is a must-read for all girls experimenting with anal. Ms. Bentley explains that before every tryst she bathes and makes sure to clean her anus with an inserted soapy finger. Not once, she writes, has a lover gotten sick or tasted waste. This is also a nice way to begin “opening” yourself up and relaxing those muscles. Like masturbating, getting comfortable touching and relaxing yourself anally will make you better prepared to please your partner.
GET A COLONIC… OR AN ENEMA
(2) If you leave the jungle for a day and go to the big city, get a colonic done. I have been to a hydrocolonic therapist three times over four years and always feel very cleaned out afterwards. If this is not possible, many of my male gay friends recommend home enema kits purchased online or at a pharmacy.
A HAND THAT TOUCHES THE ANUS SHOULD NEVER, EVER, EVER TOUCH THE VAGINA
(3) Many women do not know that if a lover touches them anally, and then uses that same hand or finger to touch them vaginally, that lover probably just gave them a yeast infection. (Yeast infections can also happen when a woman wipes from back to front, same basic concept.) This is how bacteria spreads, my dear Jane. My man taught me to be very aware of using just one hand to please a partner vaginally and the other solely anally until I had washed BOTH hands thoroughly. You can also place hand sanitizer on the night table for easy access.
WASH YOUR HANDS FREQUENTLY
(4) After anal play, I always make sure to wash my hands immediately, then return to lovemaking. This ensures no transmission of bacteria that would lead to a yeast infection. No healthy, smart partner will be offended if you tell her you need to wash your hands and you’ll be right back, especially if she is dazed from the pleasure you gave her.
GET RID OF HAIR
(5) Hair around the anus is a breeding ground for germs and for icky things lingering… I highly recommend waxing or shaving any hair that may be there before anal play. Trust me, if you are the anal “giver” you will appreciate this act of primping. If your man is not willing to shave back there, he has not EARNED your exploration yet.
CLIP AT LEAST ONE NAIL
(6) Porn star turned performance artist, Annie Sprinkle, always kept her right index fingernail clipped for anal play. Yes, it is absolutely essential to avoid entering your man or lady with long, sharp fingernails. Trust me, this will not help you open him or her up. Everything should be soft, tender loving initially, so trim those nails!
ARE THERE ANAL TOYS IN THE JUNGLE?
(7) For me, anal beads and anal vibrators are a great way to help a novice enjoy anal play. Use a lot of lube and go very slowly when inserting anything. My gay masseuse, Raymond, recommends telling your lover to push out like she’s about to go to the bathroom while you push in. (Also, true if your man is entering you anally with fingers, toys or himself.)
NEVER LET YOUR MAN ENTER YOU VAGINALLY AFTER PENETRATING YOU ANALLY
(8) This is another way to spread icky germs and can lead to yeast and bacterial infections. Take a break and get a bath together in between if you must go at it again, or use condoms during anal penetration.
CONSTANT CLIT STIMULATION IS THE KEY TO ANAL PENETRATION
(9) If your man wants to penetrate you anally, he has to TAKE HIS TIME. Not only should he use his mouth, tongue, fingers and toys, he should use his one hand that does NOT touch you anally to be CONSTANTLY PLAYING WITH YOUR CLIT. I cannot stress this enough. The key to good anal sex is CONSTANT CLIT ATTENTION. If it hurts in any way, he has not relaxed you enough and has not EARNED it.
EATING OUT SOMEONE YOU LOVE IS MARVELOUS
(10) Jane, if your man is clean, ready, and up for it, eating him out from behind should be very much like eating out a girl. I believe good anal oral happens when you treat his opening like hers: licking around the exterior, teasing, moving your tongue up and down, penetrating the opening with your tongue. It should feel very much like giving a woman vaginal oral pleasure. It is incredibly intimate and exciting, and if done right, will blow your man’s mind.
DARLING BLISS GIRLS…
THANK YOU FOR ALL OF YOUR COMMENTS AND EMAILS.
PLEASE SEND YOUR QUESTIONS AND MISS BLISS WILL ANSWER THEM.
LOVE AND BEAUTY TO ALL YOU AMAZING, LOVING, VIVACIOUS BI-GIRLS!!!
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
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BI FROM BIRTH? OR, MY BARBIE’S SEXUALLY DEVIANT
Written by Miss Bliss on March 12, 2007 – 6:12 pm -Scientists claim there’s a gene that determines if you are gay or straight. Does that mean bigirls got two genes for the price of one?
Years ago, over vodka and soda, Sara said to me, “I was never with a girl until I met Matt. When we first met, he was shocked I hadn’t been with a girl. He said the minute he saw me, he said to himself, she’s bi.”
Drunk and in my twenties, I was so thrilled to finally have another open, pretty, sane, smart, in a seemingly-healthy-good-relationship, bigirl to talk to. Talking with my straight friends just ended up with them hitting on me, or worse, asking why I’ve never hit on them. Talking with my gay friends ended up with a talk about how soon I’d realize I’m done with the bi stage and can join them in the “purely” gay stage. But here we were. Two bigirls, both in relationships, so we could be just friends. How magical and new!
I turned to her, “When I was growing up, being bisexual wasn’t really an option. You were just beginning to be able to be gay… And I knew I loved men, and I knew I loved being a really feminine woman, so being with girls sexually didn’t really cross my mind.”
“I went down on my best friend in second grade,” Sara says with a luscious glazed smile.
“I thought you said you didn’t do anything until Matt…”
“I forgot about it until I was going down on this blonde. Right when she was about to come, this memory flashed through my head, and I remembered everything. My dad caught us.” She shakes her head. “Opps.” She is utterly charming.
“I was madly in love with my best friends.” I tell her, aware of her toned arms. “I took baths with one, we slept in the same bed, took naps. You should have seen what went on when we played with our Barbies.”
“What?”
“I didn’t have any Ken dolls. I couldn’t be bothered with a toy with no hair and nothing in his pants. Why buy that? So I only had girl dolls, which were prettier and had hair to brush….”
“Or cut! I cut all my Barbie’s hair!”
“But she’d come over to play and we would make our Barbie’s rape each other, tie each other up, force them into strange sex rituals. My Barbie’s were into some really messed-up role-plays.”
Sara moves her hair behind her ear. “My Barbie’s were total sluts. They did the dirtiest stuff and, you know what else is a weird coincidence, I never had a Ken doll! My mom even bought one for me and I brought it back to the store and exchanged it for that Barbie in the wheelchair.”
So, darling Bliss Warriors out there, I pose this question:
Were your Barbie’s sexually deviant?
Write back and let me know. Maybe it’s a sign you were BI FROM BIRTH.
xoxoxoxox
BW
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