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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PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
Written by Miss Bliss on April 23, 2008 – 8:57 am -Dearest Readers,
This week our marvelous guest blogger, Daphne, returns to share her true experience using a strap-on in sexual play with her boyfriend. I hope you enjoy and I look forward to hearing your comments.
XOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
PLAYING WITH GENDER
The first time I used a strap-on was on my ex-boyfriend Jacob. He was, as he liked to say, heteroflexible. During our relationship, we played with gender quite a bit. I am a small cute girl, while he is a tall handsome man; yet we played opposite roles in the bedroom.
MY FIRST STRAP-ON
I was familiar with strap-ons in so far as girls had used them on me before. Jacob was the first person – male or female - I strapped it on for. I went to my favorite store, Toys in Babeland, and bought several dildos, as well as a harness. It’s good to do research because one can easily become overwhelmed with the variety of sex toys out there; silicone, glass, anal, vaginal, dishwasher safe, etc. I had no idea what to buy my first time out.
After studying many options, Jacob and I purchased five silicone and glass dildos. I decided on silicone because it was dishwasher safe and Jacob liked it the best. I also bought glass ones because when girls used toys on me in the past, I liked glass the most. Glass sex toys are dishwasher-safe but are not good for strap-on play. They are great, however, for anal play and warming your lover up for penetration.
We also bought a butt-plug because the sales girls suggested it as a way to ease into play, although I soon found out fingers, ice and glass toys are the best way to ready your lover.
TRY VARIOUS TOYS UNTIL YOU FIND THE RIGHT ONE
Jacob was into big and hard dildos, while I liked softer and smaller toys. One night, we tried using a double dildo with the harness. I found it to be very uncomfortable because the dildo was made of extremely hard material. It was too hard for my liking and just sat inside me with no clit stimulation. Obviously, it did not do anything for me physically, except the idea of it excited my brain.
Once, Jacob and I used a blow-up dildo. This was a big mistake! After inserting it, I inflated it until it got too big inside him. I had to slowly deflate it. I thought I had ruined him for life and felt horrible. I would not recommend this toy.
Another favorite were anal beads. Ah, they are so much fun! They are not big and the pleasure of using them is delightful.
TAKE CONTROL AND LOVE IT
I loved the power that penetrating him gave me. I’m five feet tall, weigh barely one hundred pounds to his six foot four, one hundred eighty five foot frame. Having him on his knees, begging me to take him and sticking the dildo down his throat… Ah, that’s a great feeling. He said it was the best sex he ever had.
USE LUBE AND SMALL TOYS FIRST
When we played, I would tie his hands together, then blindfold him, and use a finger, then two, to massage him and open him up. (Eros is the best lubricant I’ve found for fingering a lover or lubricating latex, by the way, though it should not be used with silicone toys because it is not a water based lubricant and will break down toys over time.) When he was ready, I ‘d insert a dildo, then a larger one, working my way up to the strap-on. Sometimes he would be on his back, sometimes his stomach, but he was always quiet.
TEASE HIM WITH ICE
If I were really in a cruel mood, I would use ice cubes before inserting the dildos. I would first run them over his body, gently and slowly–then I would stick one inside of him. His hands were tied most of the time so he could not stop me. He would beg me to stop but he loved the feeling. Sometimes I would use two or three ice cubes at the same time. I don’t know how he could take the pain, but he always did. When I finally took him, the dildo came as a huge relief.
RELAXATION IS KEY
The most important thing was that Jacob was relaxed. That’s why I used different sized dildos and my fingers first. He would usually take a bath too. It’s important to be prepared and open as well as clean. It makes the experience much more fun for both of us.
CONTROL HIS CLIMAX
I would pretend I was a man, and it felt amazing. The raw power of knowing I was in control of his orgasm and pleasure was the greatest feeling. I would not let him touch himself when his hands were free. I wanted him to be ready for me. Once in a great while, I let him come, but not often. He would beg me, whimper, and I would say, “Shut up, it’s not time. Be still. Don’t touch yourself.” He would squirm but lie there obediently with his ass in the air.
STRAP-ON TOYS ARE GREAT STRAP-LESS, TOO
I also found that I liked using the toys without the strap-on because I could achieve a level of control that was not possible with the harness. I could go very hard and deep with just my hand and a toy. Jacob preferred the strap-on, though.
PLANNING TO USE AND BUY NEW TOYS CAN BRING YOU TOGETHER
Talking about the experience, preparing for it, and actually having it also brought us closer together. It’s something that not everyone does. We read books, watched DVDs, and went shopping. We talked about having a threesome but broke up before that happened. It would have been a great experience under the right circumstances. Using toys, being with another person, working as one, I am excited even as I write about it!
EXPLORE AND GROW CLOSER AS A COUPLE
Strap-on play is certainly not for everyone but can be quite fun. I love both giving and receiving. It’s something to discuss with your lover. Whether in a relationship with a man or a woman, anal play is amazing. It’s all about trust and understanding. Exploration, there’s a whole new world out there!
XOXOXOXO
DAPHNE
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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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JUST ANOTHER GIRL ON THE TRAIN
AN EXCERPT FROM DIRTY GIRLS: EROTICA FOR WOMEN
Written by Miss Bliss on April 4, 2008 – 10:29 am - Dearest Readers,
Rachel Kramer Bussel is a prolific erotica writer, editor, journalist, and blogger. She has edited or coedited more than twenty anothologies, including Glamour Girls: Femme/Femme Erotica, Caught Looking: Erotic Tales of Voyeurs and Exhibitionism, She’s on Top, and many others. Her newest book is Dirty Girls: Erotica For Women available on Amazon.com. I hope you enjoy this taste of all the goodies inside the latest collection of erotica she edited. If you do, pick up a copy of her book.
XOXOXOXXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
FROM JUST ANOTHER GIRL ON THE TRAIN BY CATHERINE LUNDOFF
At first, there wasn’t much to see. Just maids cleaning the rooms and someone opening the curtains before they left for the day. She walked down a little further and found a tiny deserted courtyard between the buildings facing the hotel. She looked up at closed and shuttered windows, then walked over to press her back against the wall and stared up at the hotel.
The courtyard smelled like garbage and pee, and she had just told herself she was nuts and needed to leave for the third time when the curtains on one of the fourth-floor windows opened. The woman from the subway looked out as a man’s hands reached around her and started unbuttoning her shirt. She still looked anxious, gnawing her lip as he kissed her neck and shoulder.
Then her eyes closed, and from the alley, she could see his hands on her breasts, her blouse parting under his fingers. It was almost as if she could feel his hands on her own breasts, and she squeezed them experimentally, thumbing her nipples through her blouse and bra to feel something of what the woman in the window must be feeling. The unaccustomed sensation almost tore a moan from her throat. Clearly, it had been a while since anyone had touched her like that.
She could see the man’s hands unfastening the woman’s pants, pulling them down, then bending her backward into a kiss. The woman in the window clutched at him, her hands obviously desperate, even from such a distance. A hot stab went through the watching woman, releasing the wetness inside her so that it ran down her thighs, so that she didn’t think she could bear not being touched. She stuck her hand down her pants, her eyes fixed on the hotel window.
She was amazingly, wrenchingly wet and empty. Her fingers were never going to be enough to fill all that, but she did the best she could and slid them inside herself. Above her in the window, the man was working his way inside the woman from behind; she could see it on her face, even from here. The other woman’s eyes closed, her mouth open and gasping. She thrust back against her lover, taking him in.
For a moment, the woman in the alley closed her eyes too as she rocked forward on her fingers, picturing herself in the window. Her fingertips brushed her clit, and the sensation almost made her scream. She bit her lip, circling her aroused flesh with her thumb. For a wild moment, she thought about taking off her jeans, but that was too much. Instead she leaned against the bricks and rubbed herself to orgasm with a muffled moan.
Her legs hadn’t stopped shaking when she looked up. This time, the woman in the window met her gaze. She could see the man reach around and slip his hand between her thighs. The woman frowned down at her before she caught her breath, before she turned back, yielding to the insistence of the man’s hand and dick.
The frown had been enough to shake her back to reality. She zipped up her jeans again, feeling somehow elated and ashamed all at once. The she walked away down the alleyway, her stride brisk and businesslike as she headed back to the subway.
That was the beginning of turning voyeur.
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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
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“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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TOUCHING UNDER THE TABLE - A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on February 22, 2008 – 6:43 pm -this blog is not appropriate for anyone under the age of 18.
It is late, later than you normally go out, but you didn’t want to arrive early. Walking through velvet curtains, you walk slowly behind your man, letting him protect you as you adjust to the dim lighting. Music blasts and as your eyes adjust to the darkness, you begin to see the shapes of people dancing.
“Maybe we should go,” you say. Entering a roomful of strangers makes you anxious, and your heart beats faster.
He turns to face you and pulls you close to him. “Everything’s fine. I will protect you. No one will come near you.” You hug him back and feel safer. He leads you past the group of fifty or so dancers and you keep your eyes on him. You have never felt so shy.
The two of you slip into a velvet booth with a candlelit table. This is your first time at a sex party and you are exited and scared. Excited, because you have never really met other bisexual women, but scared, because you are young - only 22 - and have no idea what to expect.
He pours the wine you brought and you drink a little too fast, as your eyes take in the scene. The party has been going on for hours and you are shocked by how many girls are partially dressed or completely nude. Some of them are so pretty you wonder if you belong there. One tall brunette wears a beaded corset with garters and your become fixated on her beauty. Three girls are dancing with her, all obviously attracted to her olive skin and deep, black eyes lined in gold glitter.
“She’s gorgeous. You have great taste,” says your man.
“She’s ridiculous,” you say. “Too perfect for me.”
“Now who’s being ridiculous,” he asks. “There is no girl here prettier than you.”
You smile at him but cannot believe his words. Small and petite, curvy and femme, you know you are pretty - but not drop dead gorgeous like the brunette.
He fills your wine glass a second time and again, you drink fast; wanting to be drunk, wanting the edges to blur just a little, wanting to feel like you belong with the beautiful girls.
“She just looked at you.”
“She did,” you ask, but cannot get yourself to look over at her. “Are you sure?”
“She just did again! You should look back at her and smile.”
You look up and catch her eye. She smiles and you turn away immediately. Foolish and immature, you feel like a fifth grader. He kisses your cheek and you smile again. The mixture of alcohol and the smell of his sweet skin relax you and make you feel a bit more courageous.
This time you look at her as she dances with the girls around her. You wait - admiring her beauty - and then, once more, she turns and looks right at you. This time you smile first and she waves a small hello. Under the table, he squeezes your hand proudly.
You are about to wave back, when a couple interrupts you. “Hello,” says the guy, an ordinary looking 30ish man with his nervous wife trailing slightly behind him. “I’m Greg and this is Meg.” She waves hi. “Can we join you,” he asks and you want to say no, you want to say you were just going to get a drink, but before a word gets out the two of them have joined you in the booth.
“Is this your first time,” asks Meg, who looks a lot like a substitute teacher. Wide-eyed and witless, she says, “We haven’t seen you here before and some newbies need a warm welcome. We’ve given lots of new couples a tour of the place. Introduce them to some of the regulars. Would you like that? We could give you a tour of the back room.”
The back room? Nothing sounds more scary or revolting and you worry the brunette may see the four of you together and think you are already negotiating terms for sexual play. Reading your mind, your boyfriend comes to your rescue and says, “I hate to be rude, but we were just going to use the bathroom….”
“Oh, that’s okay,” says Greg, immediately understanding their offer has been gently turned down.
“Pleasure to meet you,” you say, as you escape the booth. You try not to let your mind imagine what these two have done at other parties. The picture is not pretty and you chase it out of your mind as he leads you to the restrooms.
There are two unisex bathrooms and a long line that the two of you join. As you approach the end of the line you are delighted to see that at the very end of the line is someone you recognize: the brunette. Only, this time, she is alone with a rather obvious space between her and the naked round man in line in front of her.
He makes sure you are next in line behind her and you notice your heart racing again. She turns and flashes that brilliant smile again. You smile back and you maintain eye contact for a few seconds. Never have you been so close to such a warm, beautiful girl and known she was into girls.
She leans down so her lips are close to your ears and asks in the sexiest voice you’ve ever heard, “What is your name?”
You turn and say your name and she says, “Your name is as lovely as you are. My name is boring.” She tells you her name.
Her name is boring so you say - feeling high on the attention and the rapidly drunk wine - “May I call you Ravishing? Because that’s what you are.”
“Oh, my, but you are a such a sweet girl.” She then looks over your shoulder and asks, “Are you going to introduce me to your man, darling?” and you laugh, apologize, and then, introduce them. He is a perfect gentleman and she is charmed by the two of you.
Every now and then your flirtatious conversation is interrupted as the line creeps closer to the bathroom. When the brunette gets to the front of the line, she turns to your man and whispers something in his ear and goes into the bathroom. As you hear the door lock, he smiles and then whispers in your ear, “She wants us to wait for her when she gets out.”
“Really,” you ask. “Does that mean she’s into us?”
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In the same booth as before, the three of you sit close together, you happy to be between two gorgeous people: one you love and one you just met.
He says, “My girlfriend is so beautiful, isn’t she?”
The brunette says, as she touches your thigh, “She is stunning. The prettiest girl here tonight.”
“She is,” he agrees. “Do you know this beautiful girl has never kissed a girl?”
“Never,” she asks. “Oh, poor, darling. I think that’s something we can fix.” She moves her face very close into you and asks, “May I kiss you?”
She kisses you and tastes like clean, fresh water. Her lips are soft, smooth and small and you kiss her back. Your right hand holds his hand and he squeezes it with pride. Her tongue opens your lips and enters your mouth and you kiss her deep. When you part, you turn to your man and say, “She is amazing.”
“You are amazing,” he says, and kisses you. You kiss him back, fast, furious, passionately, as her hand crawls up your thigh and finds your lace panties. You spread your legs wider, hungry for her to touch you, and completely forgetting the people all around you.
Her fingers go up and under the lace and soon she has found your most intimate self. Only a woman who has pleasured herself many times can so easily and expertly find your favorite places. Her hand could be yours and in your eagerness to show her how amazing she is, your right hand finds her thigh as your left finds his.
Turning to kiss her, then back to him — while finding his hard self with the left and her wet self with the right — the three of you are fully dressed but moving together all under the table. If others notice, they don’t show it. Enough naked sex is happening on the dance floor to keep the voyeurs occupied.
You stroke him, she strokes you, while you stroke her back. All three of you together in feeling, anticipation, passion and pleasure. She whispers “three-way kiss” into your ear and you repeat the message to him. Without stopping the touching you rearrange yourselves until the three of you can kiss. His tongue into your mouth, then hers, than his in hers, and hers in yours and yours in his…
You imagined with him how good it would be but you had no idea. Until Now.
You pull away from their lips and whisper that you are close. She says, “Want to come with me, beauty?” You nod, your hands moving rapidly against both of them, bringing them closer. Her hand moves faster on you and harder and faster and harder than you could ever do yourself. You tell her to continue by touching her harder and faster, mimicking her movements.
“Wait,” he says, and gives you a look.
Instantly, you remember where you are. This isn’t what you and your man discussed. You don’t want to have your first time here, in this kind of place. The connection is too special.
You turn to her and ask, “Would you like to go somewhere else?”
Her eyes light up. “I would love to.”
He stands up and helps you both out of the booth.
XOXOXOXOXOX
BLISS WARRIOR
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If you enjoyed this work of erotic fiction, you may also enjoy:
YOU MADE MY BRAIN COME
LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS
ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES
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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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LEARNING TO LOVE STRAP-ONS: A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
Written by Miss Bliss on January 25, 2008 – 6:00 am -
You’ve never used a strap-on and liked it.
The first time a girl tightened those leather straps around your hips, fastening her cock to your body, you felt nothing.
On your back, beneath her, behind her, she loved everything you did to her, but still, nothing.
And, when the three of you physically connected, you and your man taking her together, you watched their faces, touched her hair with one hand, stroked his back with the other, and wanted to be there with them. But you weren’t.
Tonight is different. New advances in sex toy technology have created a strap-on that has two attachments: one for her and one for you.
It’s a little complicated to get on. You don’t know if you should insert your dildo before you adjust the straps or the other way around. Either option is awkward.
She watches you from the bed and you smile, a little embarrassed. You ask for help, and she leisurely climbs off the bed and walks towards you. You study the tiny waist, the full breasts, and desire her.
You expect her to come in front of you and help, but she surprises you by coming from behind. Her lips graze the back of your neck as her arms reach around and find the dildo. “May I,” she asks in a whisper. You smile, step your legs a little further apart, and allow her to fill you. She tightens the straps and this time already feels different than the others.
As she leads you back to the bed, you are conscious of the hardness inside of you, connected to the hardness out in front of you.
Now, you are both on your knees. You kiss and run fingers through shampooed hair, while your cock bounces in front of you. Assisting you coyly, she pours lube from her left hand into her right. Slowly, as if you were a man, she strokes the dildo that is facing her thigh. She makes it wet, makes it warm, makes it ready. With each stroke, each gentle pull outward, the cock within you moves, just a bit.
This movement stimulates fierce lust. Suddenly, you want her. You ask her to get on her hands and knees and place a pillow under her belly for soft support. “Touch yourself,” you whisper into her ear, and her right hand shifts underneath her until her body vibrates slowly.
Play began hours ago, and she is ready for you. The head of your new cock is a little bigger than the others you’ve used, so you enter her slowly, just getting the head in first. The tip is in and she moans, and you push further. “Is this alright,” you ask, but she just says, “More.”
You push all the way into her, and something is different. The dildo inside of you pushes back. You pull out of her, and the one inside you pulls out, too. It’s a part of you. Push and pull. Sliding in and out. You are both connected.
Now, it gets fun. You get to fuck her like a man. You have a cock, and you begin to explore her insides with it. You move your hips from side to side, moving your cock to the left and right. Then you switch and make small circles, then wider ones. With each new move, her breath changes: she moans, she sighs, she begs for more. And you feel it all.
“Faster,” she breathes, and your hips move faster.
“Deeper,” she sighs, and you go deeper.
“Yes, just like that,” she moans, “Just like that. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
She is close, and for the first time, you’re going to feel it when you make her come. Lost in the moment, you have never felt so connected to the male part of yourself. This must be what it feels like for a man, you think, or at least it’s close to what a man feels. Your thighs hurt and your abs feel the workout but you keep going. She is going to come all over you and you cannot wait.
“I’m so close,” she says once more.
But right then, out of nowhere, comes the deepest vaginal orgasm you’ve ever felt. Your climax is hard, more powerful than you’ve had a very long time, and you realize - in bliss and horror- you can’t finish her.
You have to stop and catch your breath. Mumbling an odd apology, you roll off her in an orgasmic daze.
“Oh my God,” you say between breaths, “I came too early. I can’t believe it.”
“It’s okay, honey,” she says, but you hear her disappointment.
“No,” you say. “I’m not letting you go without the orgasm you deserve.” You turn to your man who is beaming with pride, so happy the toy he surprised you with works so very well. “Darling,” you say to him, “I think I need your help.”
He smiles and she’s delighted. You place a condom on his warm, hard perfection, then turn, and hold her in your arms. As you kiss her lips, he takes over where you left off.
XOXOXOXOXXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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ONE FRENCH AFTERNOON: A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
WALKING HOME IN HER PANTIES: A FRIDAY NIGHT BEDTIME STORY
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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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