ASK MISS BLISS - HOW DO I KNOW IF A GIRL LIKES ME?
Written by Miss Bliss on July 9, 2008 – 9:33 am -Dear Miss Bliss,
I have known I was bisexual since I was 9 years old and realized I had a crush on my best friend. I am now 22 and really want to have my first experience with a girl, but I just don’t know how to make it happen. If a girl was interested in me, how would I know? What are the signs that a girl likes you? I know when a man wants me, but can never tell when a girl does. And, if a girl does like me, how do I take it to the next level?
Thanks,
Needing Help With Girls
Dear Needing Help,
Last week I was in New York, lunching with the stunning and smart, guest blogger, V., and we were just talking about this. Her long, blonde curls draped around her slim shoulders as she said, “I don’t get these girls who are never hit on by women. I don’t do anything and girls come on to me all the time.”
“Well, you are (1) incredibly gorgeous,” I say, “and (2) you only hang with lesbians.”
“That’s true,” she says with a deep, sexy laugh. “I guess that would make the odds of girls hitting on me a bit higher than the average girl.”
“I think it’s hard for some girls to find female lovers because they aren’t comfortable being the aggressor in the relationship. Many bi-girls are used to men making the moves and feel incredibly awkward hitting on another girl. I think once they have dated one girl, it becomes much easier to find other lovers.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“For some, it’s just knowing that they can find a girl they like and this gives them confidence to find other lovers or girlfriends. For others, they can ‘read’ girls better after having had a successful connection. Once they were with a girl, it’s like they can suddenly see the vibes bi-girls give off and instinctively know who is approachable.”
“It’s sad that it’s so hard for so many girls to find lovers.”
“Well, that’s why we write, love. To share some of the secrets that we’ve learned to help those sweet curious bi-girls.”
WAYS TO FIND THAT FEMALE LOVER
1. THROW A PARTY AND SEE WHO LINGERS AT THE END OF THE NIGHT
My fabulous blue-eyed, blonde vixen friend, Nikita is in a relationship and has no trouble finding girls to bring into their thing. She swears that one of the best ways to figure out who is interested in her and her man is to throw a party. “I always make sure my friends know I am bi. I don’t hide it. So, I’ve noticed that whenever I throw a party, if a girl is interested in us, she will hang out until the very end, when everyone else has left. Sometimes, we are shocked because it’s the straightest-seeming girl who’s game at the end of the night! If she wants one more drink after everyone else has gone, you can pretty much bet she’s asking you to seduce her.”
2. INVITE CUTE GIRLS OVER FOR A SWIM
Another beautiful brunette bi friend of mine says her swimming pool does all of the seducing for her. “When I am into a girl, I invite her over to my place. After a drink or two, I smile at her and say, ‘Want to go for a swim?’ Naturally, she says, ‘I would, but I don’t have a swim suit.’ That’s when I say, ‘Why do you need a suit? I’m not wearing one.’ Once we’re in the pool, she’s all mine!”
3. IF YOU AREN’T AFRAID OF REJECTION, MAKE THE FIRST MOVE AT A BAR
A couple of years ago, I met a bi-girl who was studying to get her M.A. in Education. Sporting long, muscular legs and a sweet light brown bob, she says it’s easy to find bi lovers – as long as you don’t mind rejection. “I just go up to cute girls in bars and tell them I think they are beautiful. If that doesn’t scare them, I order us both drinks, chat awhile, then ask her straight up if she’d like to go home with me. Once I got over the fear that I might be turned down, I was shocked by how many girls said, yes.”
4. PLACE SOME SEXY GIRL-GIRL PICTURES IN KEY PLACES IN YOUR APARTMENT
A couple of hot girl-girl pictures or pictures of pin-ups placed in your bedroom, or the bathroom, can give girls the signal that you are open to being approached. Let them figure out your sexuality through your art and see if they don’t end up lingering later, waiting for you to kiss them.
5. ALCOHOL CAN STILL HELP YOU WITH CONFIDENCE ISSUES
Many first kisses and sexual experiences happen with the assistance of alcohol. A few good drinks can knock out inhibitions and help you feel more confident. But be careful not to overindulge. It would be horrible to finally find a female lover only to end up sick in the bathroom most of the night.
6. WATCH SEXY MOVIES LIKE GIA, THE HUNGER, ETC.
Invite a friend you have a crush on to watch a movie with you that has some hot girl-girl scenes. Gia is a great one, because Angelina Jolie is stunningly naked throughout the movie, and the sex scenes are truly hot. (For other hot Sapphic films, CLICK HERE) See how your friend reacts. If she gets really, really quiet, know that she may be really, really turned on. If she doesn’t like it, I am sure she will let you know. Either way, it will help you gauge if there is connection there.
7. POST AN AD ON CRAIGSLIST
I still highly recommend posting on Craigslist. For one, it gives you an opportunity to describe exactly what you are seeking and why. Second, it allows you a chance to get to know a potential lover through e-mail before meeting. And, three, no matter what you might think, bi-girls read CL and do answer ads. CL has brought so many magical bi-girls into my life that I will always recommend it.
8. LOOK FOR KEY SIGNS: EYE CONTACT, TOUCHING YOU, WANTING TO SPEND MORE TIME WITH YOU, JOKING ABOUT HOOKING UP
Remember that girls are not used to being the aggressors in relationships. They will give you signals letting you know they want you to flirt with them. Watch for direct eye contact or little touches from her. Is she touching you a lot? Chances are, she wants you to touch her more. When you go out and it’s time to go home, does she try to make plans with you for the next day? If she wants to see you 2 or more days in a row, she’s probably interested, too. And, finally, if she jokes about you two kissing or hooking up, she’s also testing the waters. Take a joke as a sign that she is interested, and wants you to confirm that you are attracted to her, as well.
9. REMEMBER TO LOVE YOURSELF AND THE RIGHT GIRL WILL FIND YOU
It’s simple advice, but the most important in the end. The more you love yourself, the sexier you will be and the more likely she will find you.
XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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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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GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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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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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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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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TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN – A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
Written by Miss Bliss on March 20, 2008 – 7:01 am -Dearest Readers, Daphne is a New York bi-girl who recently started exploring light BDSM play. We are delighted to have her share the story of the first time her lover tied her up and deliciously tormented her. XOXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR
As a bi-girl I have always had an active fantasy life. I remember as a little girl when we played Cops and Robbers, I always wanted to get handcuffed. As a teenager, I was the ‘naughty’ schoolgirl, always wanting to be punished. I can’t remember a time I didn’t have the desire of being tied up but was too shy to say anything.
A few years ago, a lover who was quite dominant knew right away what I needed. Before our date, he called me with the following instructions: leave the door ajar, dress in my sexiest black lingerie and leave my high heels on. “When you finish dressing, kneel on the bed and wear a blindfold,” he said.
When he got to my apartment, I was so excited, I could barely stand it. I could hear his every move. I wanted to rip the blindfold off. I could hear the rustle of his jeans, the music as he put it on, the equipment as he laid it out. He seemed to take forever.
“Put your arms up,” he said. Finally, I thought. He tied me up with expertise in two minutes flat. I was almost unable to breathe. He turned me over. Kissed me gently all everywhere. I imagined that he was my female roommate from college because his mouth was so gentle, and so like a woman’s. I was almost at the verge of coming by his touch alone. That’s what being tied up did to me.
I tried to squirm free but couldn’t move. He had secured my ankles as well, which was maddening. I kept rubbing up against him to no avail. He undid the ankle clasp, and, slowly, began to tease me. I thought I was going explode. I screamed, I came. He didn’t let up. I couldn’t stop him because I didn’t have the use of my hands. I tried to headlock him with my knees, but he was stronger than I was.
And, I was glad I couldn’t stop him. It really felt quite good.
He then proceeded to use a dildo on me: one of my very own and one of my favorites. It reminded me of an ex-girlfriend.
I was about to come again, and then he stopped, and slapped me rather hard. I wasn’t expecting this, but I liked it.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue,” he demanded. I did as I was told, though I was a bit frightened. He put a substance that was familiar yet I could not place it, on my tongue. “Swallow.” I did. “Did you like it?” he asked. “Yes.” I said. “Good.” He put some more in my mouth and kissed me. I would find out later it was whipped cream he had whipped himself.
He then took a feather and tickled me until I almost fainted. “Stop!” He wouldn’t listen. The more I begged, the worse things got. One thinks of S&M as just pain, but there’s torture in far less painful things than slapping and things of that nature.
He finally quit tickling me and whispered into my skin, “What do you want me to do?”
“Use the whip,” I pleaded. I have a very cute, very lightweight, leather flogger that when used properly leaves no marks. He used it for a few minutes so very lightly that it tickled me. Then he did it a little harder.
By this time a few hours had passed and we still hadn’t had sex. Ladies, this is a great reason to be into BDSM. You get to have many orgasms, then have sex, and have more orgasms. Men are about your pleasure. And, by the time you do get to sex, you’re very open.
INTERESTED IN ADDING A LITTLE S&M INTO YOUR SEXUAL PLAY?
1. BABELAND IS A GREAT STORE TO PURCHASE S&M TOYS
Babeland is a great place to find S&M toys here in New York (click here to see their website). They also have shops in Los Angeles and Seattle, if you’re on the West Coast. The women are all super friendly, bi or lesbian themselves often times. I’ve never felt uncomfortable there buying anything from a strap-on to lube. I can ask them ton of questions and they answer them all matter-of-factly. They have a section on bondage play for the novice to the pro.
2. NEED SOME S&M TRAINING? VISIT A DOMINATRIX WITH A FRIEND
Another really fun adventure for the daring, is to take a girlfriend and visit a dominatrix together. I did this once with my friend, Melissa, and we had a great time. The dominatrix gave us a lesson in bondage and slapping. In fact, she told me I slapped too hard! I didn’t know there was such a thing. She said to mix it up with light kissing and blowing. It was better than a day at the spa! Both of us thought we knew a thing or two about sex, but we left feeling like neophytes and were excited to learn the ‘ropes’.
3. S&M TOYS YOU CAN FIND IN YOUR OWN HOME
Even if you live in a place where getting toys seems difficult, there is always the Internet. But it’s really fun to see what you have at home to use in S&M play. I’ve discovered all sorts of fun things to use with my lover: clothespins, duct tape, yoga straps, candles, etc. You never know what you might have in your closet. And you would be surprised by what a turn-on they can be for your man, as well. He might just be waiting for you to ask…
XOXOXOXO
DAPHNE
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ENJOYED DAPHNE’S FIRST BLOG AND WOULD LIKE TO READ MORE?
CHECK OUT HER BLOGS PUBLISHED ON MRBELLERSNEIGHBORHOOD.COM:
NAUGHTY AND NOT NICE ON CRAIGSLIST
HETEROFLEXIBILITY
MANHATTAN SEX CLUBS: THEY HAVE THEIR UPS AND DOWNS
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY READING:
BLISS WARRIOR’S ELEVEN INSANELY HOT SAPPHIC SCENES
NEED A LITTLE LUBRICATION?
HOW MANY WAYS CAN YOU CLIMAX?
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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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FIVE NEGATIVE STEREOTYPES ABOUT BISEXUALS
Written by Miss Bliss on February 18, 2008 – 11:26 am -Dear Miss Bliss,
I don’t know if I would classify myself as bi. I don’t really know what my sexuality is. I am only 22 years old and have been in a serious relationship for the past three years. I knew I was attracted to girls before I met my current boyfriend. I’ve been lucky in the sense that I can talk to my man openly about my bisexual feelings and he understands. His only rule is that he be allowed to participate.
The only problem is I don’t want him to be there when I have my first experience with a girl. A lot of it is my own insecurity and the other part is I want to experience my first time without an audience.
A year ago, I set out to find a girl to explore my curiosity with and - unbelievably - met someone through Craigslist and we really hit it off. When we finally met in person, I couldn’t believe my luck! Not only was she beautiful, we had so much in common, and there was never an awkward silence between the two of us. We knew right away that we could be great friends.
Towards the end of the date, things got very physical. Needless to say, there was a lot of alcohol involved and we weren’t very careful about what we were doing. We were hooking up in her car outside of my apartment and my boyfriend caught us in the act - naked and everything.
Before I continue, you should know that my boyfriend is a very stereotypical Latin man who is jealous, possessive, immature, but also loving and passionate, and he worships the ground I walk on. He was very hurt that I went out with a girl behind his back and it took a long time and a lot of apologizing to get him to forgive me. In the end, he told me that I could no longer see this girl or even talk to her. He even went as far as calling her and telling her to stay away from me. Of course, she got freaked out and we decided to cool it.
It’s been a year and I have not been able to forget her. The whole incident was devastating to me. Ever since then it’s been hard for me go out without my boyfriend without being grilled about the night extensively when I get home.
A lot of time has passed and my desire to be with a woman is overwhelming. I am constantly asking myself if I even want to be with a man at all. When we’re having sex I find myself fantasizing about being with a woman and that’s how I get off! I’ve tried to convince him to let me have a special “friend” on the side but he’s afraid I will leave him for her, so the same first rule applies: only if he’s involved. And I’m still not comfortable with that.
In a few weeks, I will be moving out of our apartment and I am hoping to use that new freedom to explore what it’s like to really be with a woman. I don’t know that it’s fair to stay in a relationship with him knowing that what I really want is a woman’s touch. However - and I know this sounds selfish - I am afraid to break up with him only to realize I can’t find a decent girl.
Can you give me some advice? Also, do you think what I’m doing is wrong?
xoxox
CAUGHT CHEATING IN THE CAR
Darling Caught Cheating,
It’s not often that I feel sorry for the jealous possessive boyfriend, but your letter has made it happen. It is also very rare that an Ask Miss Bliss letter makes me wonder if all of those negative stereotypes about bisexuals may just be true and accurate. Sweet girl, I know you are young, and I am so glad you wrote to me because you may never be a happy bisexual girl unless you make some changes in your behavior.
FIVE NEGATIVE STEREOTYPES ABOUT BISEXUALS THAT YOUR LETTER IS REINFORCING:
1. BISEXUALS ARE CONFUSED
It is fine to be unsure if the labels bi, straight or gay are right for you. However, if you are calling yourself “curious” (and therefore, implying you are bisexual) when you are behaving badly (i.e., lying and cheating on your man) you are teaching him and your lover that bisexuals are liars and cheaters. Stop reinforcing the negative stereotypes we are trying to dismantle and get honest and open in your sexual behavior. There is no need to lie or cheat but you have to be strong to be ethical and honest. Know that the enemy is not your partner wanting to be involved - it is you for not being able to stick to the terms of your relationship!
2. BISEXUALS CANNOT COMMIT
Even though you know that your man is jealous and the two of you have agreed that you will not do anything with a girl “unless he is involved”, you still lie to him. You are not brave enough to break off the relationship to explore your “curiosity” on your own. Instead, you go behind his back on the Internet searching for girls, and even go on a date with a girl and get naked right in front of the apartment you share, and are still mad at him when he can no longer trust you. Do you see how you are reinforcing the negative stereotype that bisexuals cannot be trusted?
3. BISEXUALS THINK BEING WITH A GIRL BEHIND THEIR MAN’S BACK IS NOT CHEATING
Lesbians have a right to be angry and/or suspicious when bisexual woman come on to them in bars because of “curious” girls like you, darling reader. Bi-women who are in serious relationships with men often believe that their man has no right to be jealous when they are with girls because “they wouldn’t leave him for a girl.” Many sincere, kind, sexy lesbians have been toyed around with lying curious-and-not-sure-if-they-are-bi girls who are cheating on men. I am sure your perfect girlfriend was “freaked out” when you’re man called her to tell her to stay away from you - but she was not just freaked out by him. She learned that you were lying to him and to her, and what girl would want to date someone like that? No wonder some lesbians want nothing to do with bi-girls; they have been burned by behavior similar to yours.
4. BI-GIRLS SHOULDN’T HAVE TO INCLUDE THEIR PRIMARY PARTNER
Darling girl, many bi-curious girls say that they want their first time with a girl NOT to involve their partner for two reasons: (1) it is much easier to hook up with a girl when no man is involved, and (2) they do not trust their man enough to share the experience with him. But here, again, is why this type of behavior reinforces negative stereotypes about bisexuals. First, it demonstrates that you do not want to enjoy a lover to DEEPEN your connection with your primary relationship. Second, if your man does not approve of you being alone with a girl for the first time, then anything behind his back is cheating. Just because she is a girl and you think you will not fall in love with her does not make it fair to lie and cheat. What you need to be working on is your relationship with your man. If he will not let you have lovers on the side and you will not include him, then you need to get a therapist and start couples therapy immediately. Or, it may be time to end the relationship because it is obvious you do not respect his needs or his feelings. Don’t reinforce the stereotype that bisexuals cannot have healthy long-term relationships; just get honest.
5. BISEXUALS WANT THEIR CAKE AND TO EAT IT, TOO
According to your letter, you have already had a “first time” with a girl in a car but you now want a second “first time” without your man’s involvement even though you KNOW it will hurt him terribly. In order to do this, you are going to move out of the apartment you share so you will have “easier access” to girls. Well, this is fine except for the fact that you are STILL planning on lying to him because you do not want to end the relationship out of fear of being alone. Darling, this reinforces the stereotype that bisexuals are selfish and only care about their own sexual desires and pleasures. By lying to your man, you are also setting up relationships with women that are based on lies. You WON’T find a healthy relationship with a woman until you are ready to date in an honest and respectful manner.
Darling Reader, there are so many amazing bisexual woman who are honest with themselves, their partners and their lovers. Their lives become happy and drama-free just by being ethical and responsible to the people they love. Be the Bi-Girl You Want to Meet and get honest. It just makes life better and easier.
OXOXOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
Written by Jungle Jane on February 13, 2008 – 3:57 pm -DEAREST READERS,
I AM PROUD TO PUBLISH THE FIRST BLOG BY A GUEST BLOGGER, JUNGLE JANE. SHE IS A BABY BI-GIRL AND READY TO SHARE HER JOURNEY WITH YOU. I HOPE YOU ENJOY.
XOXOXOOXXO
BLISS WARRIOR
I’m writing this blog for those bisexual readers that have yet to make love to a woman, but dream of the day. I’ve noticed there are quite a few of us baby bi-girls reading Bliss Warrior that are new in figuring out our complex sexualities. If you are anything like me, you are thoroughly enjoying the learning curve. Especially those sharp turns like becoming the bi-girl you want to meet. Meet being the key word.
Maybe, like myself, you are in love with a man that supports your courageous decision to live life openly. I am enjoying this new freeness and openness with my man. It has brought our relationship to a new level of intensity and desire. I fully enjoy admiring women with him and sharing our fantasies. Honesty is extremely sexy. It turns me on like crazy.
Maybe you’re single and looking for that lover wherever the universe is leading you to finding her or him or both. There is no one type of bi-girl. Wherever you’re at in life, your bisexuality should be exciting and empowering and radiate off of your soft glowing skin at home and in public. I am radiating myself and feel compelled to share this journey with all you dynamic bliss warriors.
I have the BW blog to thank for my coming out. I do not mind a bit telling my friends the truth anymore. It’s like my new magic power. I say things that make both sexes blush and come out of their shells. I was never a big fan of small talk!
I will use this blog to give you a little background in growing up loving girls, because that’s always fun and insightful. Talking and hearing about our childhood girlfriends is sweet and reminds us all of how innocent and pure love really is.
I believe if I ever were such a thing as bi-curious it started at a very young age and I grew into bisexuality. I think adding the word curious to the title is unnecessary. We are all inherently curious. I believe even the straight girls are bi “curious”. That’s just me, feel free to disagree. I may not have ever “been” with a girl sexually, but I know that I’m attracted to women and always will be. When I speak about my bi virginity, I am speaking about it from the adult perspective. I had plenty of action as a young girl, but none as an adult.
I will write about the now: the flirting, the fantasies, and the realities (which can sometimes be irritating). I’ll let you in on all the details of my pursuit of losing my bisexual virginity! I’ll be blogging about my search for a lover that fits like a puzzle piece. A lover that will be as comfortable with me and my man as he and I are together. A girl that wants me to write to her, about her. So that she can have it to read over and over whenever she needs to hear it. A girl that gives back and doesn’t shy away from the truth no matter what it may be.
I want sexy in whatever form it takes! Sexiness comes when you OWN IT! I look for girls who don’t really give care about what you may or may not be thinking about them. They’re simply hot and they know it. I love clever, charming, funny women that laugh loud and often. I love women who love women. That’s why I want to share in the BW community because you all know what I’m talking about. Can I get an amen?
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It must have all started when I was five. Sounds about right. Her last name was Ham. She used to chase me around the sitter’s house trying to “teach me how to french kiss”. I let her a few times. Gave her some freebies, but she wasn’t my type. She pissed me off mostly. She may have been my first kiss, but I can’t really remember. I do know that I got a lot of action when I was five.
My best friend was Emily. I never kissed her. She was my innocent, fragile friend that I handled with care. She was very churchy. Even more so than I was at that age which was tough to be. Jesus was my boy! Emily was my girl, but I played too rough for her. We had some fun times, but third grade came along and changed it all. We started at the elementary school across town: new playground, new places to hide and seek, new teachers, and new best friends.
That was when Leah came into my life.
Leah had a best friend, too, named Deedee. Deedee and Leah kicked it like Emily and I. They had a bond, an agreement and were “best friends”. Being “best friends” at that age meant something — something sacred.
Shortly after meeting, Leah and I started passing notes, telling secrets, talking on the phone, walking to each other’s house after school, and walking to school together. And, we knew what it meant. It meant that Leah and I had become best friends. In order to carry on properly, it was only fair for us to tell Emily and Deedee what was going on. We talked about it, planned it out, wrote our notes, and handed them off to our soon to be ex-best friends.
It was on! She lived a couple blocks from me. We were crazy bike riders and spent days and nights together. Doing homework, fighting with her brother and his friends, playing nintendo, and feeling up our bodies and all the changes they were going through as the years went by. We called our new pubic hair, peach fuzz. We called our new boobies, mosquito bites. Those mosquito bites seem to grow overnight in the puberty years. We would give each other massages as a way to touch each other’s new breasts. I’ll never forget it and it still turns me on.
Once upon a time, on Leah’s mother’s bed, Leah and I exchanged massages. Leah got the first massage. I put lotion all over her back and started rubbing out two circles over her shoulder blades while my thumbs slipped up her spine. Admiring her body and melting in my panties, my face was red and she was smiling. I started moving my hand under her arms. Inching my way towards her little breasts, not believing that I was actually going for it — and, unexpectedly, she cut me off.
“Your turn!” she said. I wasn’t really done, but I knew she wasn’t ending it so I smiled big and flopped down in front of her. On my stomach still, because we were “giving massages”, she squirted the lotion all over my back and began to rub me down. She glided her lotion soaked hands right under my arms. She got me nice and slippery and then slipped her hands further down and over my nipples as I rose up off the bed to give her room. She massaged my breasts and squeezed my nipples. She brought her hands back up to my back and asked me how it felt. I said, “It tickled,” and she reached down immediately to grab them again. I lifted up again and my ass pushed into her lap and I could feel her warmth from behind. Mmmmm… Leah was in control, making my shy self incredibly comfortable.
Our relationship was rocky though because she had another friend that she spent a lot of time with. I was so jealous of that girl. The last time she and I hooked up came in 7th grade at the movie theater. Leah and I had joked about having a real date. Going to the movies…together…as a couple. I think we even told our mothers that was what we were doing, but they just thought we were being silly like usual. But no. We sat in the back, held hands, rubbed each others arms, until we couldn’t hold it anymore and we turned to each other and kissed. Stopped, looked at each other, then french kissed like mad. Grabbing each other’s hair, breasts, face. We were both a little advanced in our kissing and making out. Then she startled me. She got out of her seat and crouched down in front of me and spread my legs apart and unzipped my jeans and ran her hands down my chest and into my unzipped jeans and then……….I freaked a little. I think it was the reality of being in a theater that did it for me. I wanted her so bad, but I chickened out. I made her stop. She said she understood and we finished out the movie holding hands both unsatisfied. I think it pissed her off a little. We were never the same. That was my last experience with a girl sadly enough. I’ve had plenty of crushes, but never any action.
I think these type of experiences mean something. A LOT of little girls have these type of experiences.
Have you had similar experiences?
Do you feel those experiences were your first bisexual ones?
I remember it all as the beginning. I feel that sex with a woman does not make you bisexual, the desire to be with a woman does.
Until the next time, I will still be searching for the girl who is the one.
xoxoxox
JUNGLE JANE
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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