Hotel Bliss Guest Blog

CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY

Tall shoes, short dress, long hair, polished, and glossy.

Fresh from head to toe? No!

It can’t be the same girl with what seemed to be day old dirt

crammed under her nails and outling her cuticles.

Her legs are shaved?! I assumed wrong.

Her hair is so shiny. So unlike the dull dirty brown I saw matted to the sweat on her face.

As cute as she was there dirty with a pick in her hand, I brushed her off as not my type.

Tonight she smelled like the tropical flowers in her garden.

Not like how she smelled while planting those tropical flowers.

Thinking back, how could I have mistaken that sweaty scent for anything less than pure sex?

How could I have missed her natural radiant beauty?

Was I blinded by the sun as I stood so close to the equator?

Does she carry the equator with her between her legs?

She looks like poetry and speaks in stanzas with no rhyme.

Or at least that is how I read her.

I watched her as she walked around her new yard

with an expression on her face like she lost something

when she sees me, her expression changes, relaxes

She says ‘Hi’ to me in a relieved tone of voice.

“There you are”, I say, “I was looking for you.”

She smiles and turns her head slightly

as she slips her hair behind her ear.

A silence passed while we held eye contact.

“I forgot what I wanted,” I said

She gave me a shy smile as her cheeks blushed.

He came up from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her blushed cheek.

She introduced him to me with apologetic eyes.

I shook his hand and studied his face.

I looked at him then at her then back at him.

Trying hard to reserve judgement,

I wondered if those apologetic eyes were for me or for herself.

The girl disappeared for minute to pace around her new yard,

again like she lost something.

The boy and I sat to get to know each other on their porch

I was skeptical, hyper aware of his personal hygiene,

but holding out hope for great redeeming qualities

There had to be something special about this guy.

He had her.

I can say now that she is the special thing about the guy.

And that is about it.

When she comes to my house, she lingers.

I want her to stay and she stays.

Her eyes remind me of Venus.

I wish she didn’t have to go home.

Somewhere inside her, she wishes she didn’t have to either.

Why do women settle? I realize that I do not know the details of my girlfriend’s relationship with her man, but I can feel her sadness. I can see that the spark is there and then it isn’t when he comes around. It makes me want to hold her. I want her to see her own beauty. I want her to be appreciated. Ultimately it is none of my business so I keep my distance.

On the special occasions where we get to sit down and have girl talk over glasses of red wine and loaded bowls, I make sure she knows I’m here for her if she needs a friend. My hand is out to her and she can hold it whenever she wants.

XOXOOXOX

Jungle Jane

A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY

As I contemplated writing this blog on masturbation in the laundry mat, a large group of young adult church campers came crashing in. More girls than boys. A couple of the girlies looked like they may have been outgrowing their camp. One in particular had a dyed pink patch in the back of her curly, bleach bobbed hairdo, a pierced lip and nose, skinny jeans, and a quote tattooed across the bottom of the outside of her foot. I couldn’t make out what it said, but I used my imagination. She took the washer next to mine and I couldn’t help but notice the dirty pink, lacy g-strings she had to wash. I tried hard not to think blasphemous thoughts. I tried hard to think about writing. Oh, the mental tug-of-war! How could I stay focused when she had an entire collection of pretty, lacy g-strings?

I had to sit down, but the pierced pink patch came to sit right next to me! She picked up her tatted notebook and proceeded to study her notes. I peeked at her page hoping to see something sacrilegious, but I only saw the gospel. I looked back at my blank page half expecting some sort of guilt trip to talk me out of writing about the pent-up innocence that sat right next to me, but nothing. Just the warmth of the dryers and the hum of their vibrations reminding me of the subject at hand: masturbation.

Dear God, I hope this girl masturbates.

I was 22 before I learned about the joys of a solo orgasm. I lived in Los Angeles and worked across the street from the Penthouse store on Sunset. I was newly single and had no interest in finding new love. I wanted to focus on myself and was still in love with my ex-now-current boyfriend. It was hard to go from sex every day to nothing at all. I tried one night stands, which were sometimes a blast, but overall not worth it. My body was nagging, insatiably. If only I had read Between Boyfriends, Date Girls back then!

So one night after work, I visited the sex toy store. Low and behold they were having a 75% off sale!!! I purchased a large box that was originally a hundred dollars. The box was your typical sex kit with the oils and massage gloves and chintzy crap for the most part, but something drew me to the vibrating silver bullet in the box. Something about it appealed to me over the fancier dildos. It was fate.

I took that box home to my apartment on Venice Beach boardwalk. The place had a gigantic living room with a fireplace, a wall of sliding glass doors and a balcony facing the ocean. My roommates were gone, so I locked all the doors, put music on low, poured a glass of wine, lit the fireplace and slid open the glass so the sea breeze and the sounds of the boardwalk could drift in. I laid a blanket down in front of the fireplace, lit my smoke, and sat with my new box of toys.

I looked at each trinket and considered its usage, envisioning scenarios. I made my way to the bullet and disinfected its silver surface, put in fresh batteries, took off my clothes, got comfortable on my back with my knees up, a pillow under my head and legs and a light blanket over my belly - thinking I may get chilly. I took the control in one hand and reached down with the shiny silver bullet in the other. I turned the vibration on low and held the wire to let the weight float on my clitoris. The toy seemed to have a mind of its own and landed on a particularly sensitive spot. Low was nice, but medium was better. I became wetter and warmer quick. No need for the blanket! I wanted to take it up to max right away, but thought I would take it slow to let my mind wander.

I felt like a little boy discovering his newly hardened penis. I had not fully discovered the nuances of my vagina until that night. I did not know that my right side is more sensitive than the left. I did not know what an orgasm felt like all by itself, without a partner to share it with. I hadn’t had a need in the past to masturbate, or so I thought. I was wrong! Masturbation is key to understanding our sexual organs and our deepest desires. I unlocked a closet in my mind full of dirty stories and fantasies and images and memories that I had stored away and lost touch with. My hidden desires for women came rushing into my mind’s pornographic imagination mixed with memories of heavy love making and hard core fucking. I am at my best when I take away my thought boundaries and dive into the tabboo.

I felt and watched as my folds filled up and pushed against the vibrations. I slid the control to full blast while my hand pushed the vibrations against the build. Full blast is where it’s at for me. My ears began to ring and I saw white. For the first time in my life ladies, I ejaculated. I ’squirted’ all over myself. It made my eyes water and my heart beat like I ran a marathon and I was sweating and I was smiling and I was hooked!

I mean hooked. I discovered six things that night:

1. I love the vibration.
2. I can get off whenever the hell I feel like it!
3. I can ejaculate. It’s not a myth!
4. I can hide the desires, but they don’t go away.
5. The imagination is a terrible thing to waste.
6. Give yourself permission to be perverted while masturbating and see where it takes you!!

You just might make some discoveries of your own!

Tune in next time when I attempt to make some of my fantasies reality and soon realize that some fantasies are best kept where they are….blissful in my imagination.

Jungle Jane