Hotel Bliss Guest Blog

She Danced Into My Fairytale - The Conclusion of a Baby Bi-Girl’s First Time

DEAREST READERS, JUNGLE JANE RETURNS WITH THE CONCLUSION OF THE TRUE STORY OF A BABY BI-GIRL’S FIRST TIME WITH A FEMALE LOVER. IF YOU MISSED THE FIRST THREE PARTS OF THIS INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL AND EROTIC STORY, PLEASE CLICK ON ONE OF THESE LINKS TO CATCH UP: PART ONE, PART TWO, AND PART THREE. XOXOXOX BLISS WARRIOR

The ballerina and I lay entangled in the tall grass. Her orgasm still pulsating off her skin and penetrating mine. Listening to our racing hearts beat in, what felt like unison, we breathed the fresh Hawaiian breeze that rushed over our sun soaked bodies and relaxed. My wondering, ever fantasizing mind had been silenced in the zen of actualization. I had just made love to a woman for the first time and it was just how I imagined it to be. Incredible.

She kissed me. She sat up and gazed at my body. She stretched out on her side with her face at near my knees and her ass in my face. She pushed my knee to the side to explore my sex deeper with her eyes. “Yours looks just like mine,” she said in amazement.

“Can I,” she asked with bashful eyes.

“You can if you would like,” I said with my legs still open. She smiled and spread my lips apart with nervous fingers to see the pretty pink glisten in a way she had never seen before. She asked me how I like to masturbate. I described to her my love for the vibration. She oh-so-gently slid her finger up and down in my juice. I could feel her hesitation in the feather lightness of her touch. I found it sweet. I found her stretched out body beside me completely irresistable. I pulled her hip toward me so she rolled onto her stomach. She felt exposed on her stomach as I made room between her legs for my hand. Her shy giggles turned to sweet feminine moans when my finger found its way to her wettest spot and my tongue began to follow. The sounds that came out her, had me melting into her.

Meanwhile, our elder sisters were napping just a few feet away under the tree. We heard them rustle as they were waking from their naps, so I paused. She pressed her ass into the air, pushing my finger deeper inside. We heard the ladies again and we both laughed as she flipped onto her back, keeping my finger inside her. She pulled me down to her face to kiss my lips and roll around with me in the grass, laughing. Girls are good at laughing.

We smiled at each other and crawled back to the tree where we smoked a joint with our girlfriends and painted toenails. When the picnic was over, the ballerina and I hugged tightly, kissed, and walked our separate ways….back home to the men that we love.

My man could see that I was glowing when I walked through the door. He asked me in a half cocked smile from across the room, “Did you just kiss Sasha?” I smiled and nodded my head yes. He smiled and walked over to me. “Did you do anything else with her?” I smiled and nodded my head yes. He stood tall in front of me and grabbed me by my waist and asked, “Did you just have sex with Sasha?” I smiled and nodded my head yes. He let go of me abruptly, walked to the bed, took his clothes off and made himself comfortable. In a serious tone of voice he said, “I want you to come tell me every single detail.”

I walked slowly over to him, taking my clothes off along the way, recalling every single detail starting from the moment my lips touched her nipple. By the time I was to the part where she came in my mouth, he was bringing me to the part where I splash my bliss all over his face. “Did Sasha make you do that,” he asked with a sexy, devilish grin. I smiled and shook my head no. Tingling in my skin, I finally understood that male satisfaction when you make a woman come. It’s a powerful, penetrating feeling and I’m hooked….on giving and receiving. I climbed on top of my man and took him inside me so he could feel just how thankful I am for his understanding and good, sweet love.

The next day I saw the ballerina at the waterfalls. She gently explained in so many words that yesterday was all that we would have. She felt that she had gone outside of her relationship with her man and while the experience was something she will treasure forever, she should not do it again. She was honest with her man and he was ok with it, but she shouldn’t do it again. “We could fall in love,” she said in such an airy Aires voice. Then she snapped dropped back to earth and said, “Besides, I’m not bisexual. That’s more your thing.”

I knew that she wasn’t where I was with her understanding of herself or her relationship with her man. As much as my physical side ached to hear her say what she said; I respected her decision. She wanted to remain friends and we tried, but our physical attraction to each other made it hard to focus. We had one last dance and kiss at the end of that intense week. The next morning, she packed up and moved away. Just like that. She came and went.

I felt shitty thinking about how long it might be before I got to experience something magical like that again. Little did I know the universe was just warming me up.

XOXOXOXO
JUNGLE JANE
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IF YOU ENJOYED READING THIS BLOG, YOU MAY ENJOY OTHER BLOGS FROM JUNGLE JANE:
CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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CHAT WITH BLISS WARRIOR AND FRIENDS TOMORROW NIGHT AT 6PM PST AND 9PM EST. ALL HOTEL BLISS MEMBERS ARE WELCOME TO JOIN BLISS AND HER FRIENDS IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM FOR A LIVE CHAT ON WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 12! NOT A MEMBER OF HOTEL BLISS YET? VISIT BLISSWARRIOR.COM AND CLICK ON JOIN!

CHAT WITH BLISS LIVE TONIGHT FROM 9 TO 11 EST!

Dearest Readers and Hotel Bliss Guests,

So many of you written to me asking when I will host a brunch in Denver, San Francisco, and so many other cities, that I decided to host a virtual brunch online.

Are you a bisexual woman with a story to share? Do you want to connect with other bi-girls around the country and in Canada? Have a question for Miss Bliss?

Tonight is your opportunity to chat live with Miss Bliss and her fabulous bi-friends.

From 9pm EST (6pm PST) to 11pm EST (8pm PST), Miss Bliss will be live in the Hotel’s Laundry Room, ready to chat with you.

HOW DO I JOIN THE WEB CHAT?

1. JOIN HOTEL BLISS - If you are not a Hotel Bliss member already, CLICK HERE and fill out a membership application. Membership is FREE for all bi and bi-friendly women.

2. ALREADY A MEMBER BUT FORGOT YOUR LOG IN USER NAME AND PASSWORD? At blisswarrior.com, click on “Forgot your room number” for password retrieval and “Forgot your username” for login retrieval and that information will be emailed to you instantaneously.

3. ONCE LOGGED IN, GO TO THE LAUNDRY ROOM. One of the wonderful aspects of the Hotel Bliss Chat Room is you can choose any name when you join the chat. So if you would like to chat “anonymously” just make up a new chat name and even though you are logged in, no one will no who you are. If you’re a fabulous extrovert, feel free to tell us all who you are!

4. HAVE A SUGGESTION FOR THE NEXT CHAT? The Hotel Bliss staff is excited to announce bi-monthly bi chats at Hotel Bliss. Do you prefer Tuesday or Wednesday nights for the chat? Need a different time? Have a suggestion for a topic? Please comment here or email me at bliss@blisswarrior.com.

I LOOK FORWARD TO CHATTING WITH YOU ALL TONIGHT!

XOXOXOOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS

BISEXUAL SHORT STORY CONTEST IN OHIO

From an e-mail I was sent on yahoo’s Local Bi Leaders.

In honor of National Bisexuality Day September 23rd, The Bisexual Network of Greater Cleveland announce a Bisexual Fiction contest. The contest will officially open Tuesday September 23rd and close Tuesday December 23rd. Entrants can submit up to 3 short stories – no longer than 10,000 words each – based on a romantic/erotic relationship between 2 or 3 people. The central character MUST identify as Bisexual. No entry fee will be required. Open to all Ohio residents of any age, race, and sexual orientation. 1st place winner will receive $75, 2nd place $50, and 3rd place $25. Winners will be notified by February 2009.

Entries can be sent to:
The Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender Center of Greater Cleveland,
c/o Bisexual Network of Greater Cleveland,
6600 Detroit Avenue
Cleveland, Ohio 44102.

She Danced Into My Fairytale - Part Three - A Baby Bi-Girl Shares Her First Time

Missed Parts One and Two of She Danced Into My Fairytale? CLICK HERE to read Part One and CLICK HERE to read Part Two.

Saturday morning the ballerina was the first thing on my mind. My man and I had our coffee and breakfast together and he headed out to work in the yard. I took a walk down to Danya’s. I had to talk to a girl. I was overflowing from the night before. My face was blushed and I was silly with excitement for this human. I slipped into Danya’s little house and fell onto a pile of pillows on her floor. She knew.

She put the water onto boil for tea and told me how sweet the two of us looked next to the fire the night before. “I knooooow,” I said. “I wanna go see her now. She’s soooo pretty and magical and electric.”

“I knew it,” she said. “I told you.”

“You were sooo right! How did you know?”

“I just know,” she said with heavy eyes. “Pussy is incredible you know? It’s addicting. Men kill for it. It’s like a temple. You’ll want to worship there.”

“Oh, God, D., I wanna go see her now,” I said hugging the pillows. “But I have to be cool. Shit! How do I be cool?”

“Yeah, nobody likes heavy things,” she said wisely. “Here!” She threw a stack of Goddess Tarot Cards at me and said, “Shuffle these and pick one.”

“I don’t want to,” I said not wanting to jinx anything.

“Do it,” she demanded. “The cards never lie.”

She was the boss. I did as she said and picked the quiet goddess card. She told me to be peaceful and meditative. “Pick another,” she said. I picked the courage goddess, Freyja. Freyja told me to be bold and brave and take the chance. Freya rode on a heavenly chariot pulled by cats. “There you go! That’s the one,” Danya said with a wink and a stir of her tea. “Go ahead and pick one more, you can never pick too many.” I picked the protection goddess. She told me not to worry. She advised me to take a moment to breathe, be silent, and “be cool”. Do what is natural and do not hesitate for the goddesses got my back.

Just then, Danya’s sweet friend Pamela showed up and wanted to go for a swim in the pools. We walked down the path, untied our sarongs and dove in. We practiced a little silence like the first card said and let the cold spring water rejuvenate our nude bodies.

In my silence, I did not notice the ballerina coming down the trails. I looked up and there she was, smiling right in front of me. The look on my face was priceless. I couldn’t hold her gaze; I had to look away. She was with her man and they were heading up to the Queen’s Pool. Danya invited her to come back to join us when she was done. I could barely look at her, when I did she was smiling at me. I was floating on water. Danya flashed me her instigator grin and clued Pamela in on the story so she didn’t feel left out. “How exiting!” she gasped with the prettiest grin. She confessed that she too had a crush on her girlfriend. How lucky I was to be sitting with such classy, sexy, elder ladies who understand and love women so thoroughly?!

I was enjoying our conversation when the ballerina snuck up from behind, sat right up against me, and kissed my cheek. I leaned into her and fell right into the erotic energy left over from the night before. I was in Heaven. Danya and Pamela felt like taking naps so I suggested that we all four take a trip to the “Dragon Tree” in the “Groovy Grass.” I decided to bring a picnic, some polish, some smoke, a blanket and pillows. Who could resist a plan like that? Not the ballerina.

We gathered up our things and headed toward the tall iron wood tree that stands solid like the spine of a good man while her branches curve down as if cradling the earth below. Under her branches, the ladies got comfy for their naps.

You know I wasn’t sleepy. The ballerina wasn’t sleepy either. I untied my sarong and ran out into the bouncy field. I threw myself onto my back feeling like a little girl. She came running after and fell next to my side. Two beautiful nude women under the sun, invisible in the grass. Our bodies connected. My arm under her neck. Her head on my shoulder. Her arm around my waist. Her leg over my legs. She wrapped herself around me and a blast of masculinity shot through my body in a way I had never experienced before. I knew I had a masculine side, but I had never felt it in its entirety until she curled up next to me the way I curl up to my man.

I kissed her head and each one of her fingertips. Whispers of woooow were repeated. Heavy breathing and neck kisses and cheek kisses. Her fingers were so small. The same size of my own. We sat up and looked at each other and talked about how wonderful the night before had been and how perfect the moment felt. We gazed into each other’s eyes and fell back into our grassy nest.

I propped my head up with my hand so that I could get a proper view of her perfect breasts. I could still taste them from the night before. I squeezed her nipples between my thumb and finger and told her how immaculate they were. I placed the tip of my tongue on the tip of her breast and fell into infancy as I sucked her perked dark pink nipple into my mouth. A fantasy, no longer a fantasy.

I opened my mouth and explored her entire breast with my tongue. I started to feel like I was getting lost in my own bliss, so I looked up at her and said, “I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. Is this all okay?”

“Of course,” she said. We both sat up to catch a breeze and to make sure that it was all really happening.

“It’s hot,” I said.

“Well, yeah,” she says. “It’s hot, but…..of course, it’s hot.” We smile at each other and fall back into our grassy nest.

“I want to make love to you,” I said as I kissed her soft belly. She didn’t say anything. “We can take it as slow as you want, but that’s what I want. Maybe not today, maybe in the moonlight, but definitely here,” I said as I rub her down with my hands.

“Well, we’re here now,” she said with her hands covering her eyes. She then lifted her head up to see my face. My stomach flipped.

I brought my face up to meet hers. “I kissed a girl when I was thirteen years old, but I have never kissed a woman.”

“Me either,” she said and kissed my cheek. We leaned in and our lips met very softly. Slowly we pressed our lips together. Mmm. We moaned and released. We leaned in again, this time with open mouths so our tongues could meet. Her mouth felt so tiny.

I reached my hand down to touch her opening with the tip of my finger. She was dripping wet and I was melting. I kissed her and started sliding my finger inside of her soft body. I slipped all the way in and she smiled and covered her eyes. One slick investigating finger and I felt like I was fingering myself. I pulled out and added one. Two fingers. I pulled out and added one. Three fingers. She was soaking wet all over my hand. I was sliding in and out in a fast rhythm that slow danced with her hips. I didn’t want her to come so I pulled out my three fingers and held them up to the sunlight. They glistened. I spread them out to see the juice string from one finger to the other. Clear, slick, fucking gorgeous juice. She reached up to touch them and said, “Wooow, that’s beautiful.” I licked the juice off one of my fingers and had her lick her juice from the other two.

I sat up and began to kiss my way way down the ballerina’s belly. I reached the top of her sex and kissed the tip and took a deep breath of her beautiful scent and rubbed my cheaks against her inner thighs, and ran my nose down her clitoris and barely tasted her juice. Maybe she thought I was nervous so she told me to take my time. I wasn’t nervous at all, but in no way was I going to rush the experience.

She tasted like rose water. She smelled like a girl. I pressed my nose against her clitoris and she responded with pressure asking me to dive in. I ran the width of my tongue up from the base of her pussy to the hood of her clit and around and around. I licked the side of her labia up and down, fast and slow, and in small circles feeling her grow in my mouth. I licked the other side up and down, fast and slow and in little circles feeling her grown even larger. Then I sucked her entire clit into my mouth and did to her what I dream of a woman doing to me.

She tried to sit up to watch. I can understand that, but I wanted her relaxed on her back. So I slipped a finger inside. You know you can’t sit up with that. She fell back and I brought the girl to climax in my mouth. I pulled my mouth back to see her juice. Thicker this time. I opened my mouth so she could see her juice on my tongue. I kissed her deeply and fell into her arms.

She let me give like I wanted to give and held me like I needed to be held. We laid there in amazement and throbs of bliss. Catching our breath for more.

TO BE CONTINUED…
JUNGLE JANE

Are you coming out or staying in?

You’ve seen someone do it. You’ve probably done it yourself. I have.

I had recently been introduced to someone by my friends, and I made the casual-yet-daring remark that I was bi. As soon as I said it, I hit myself mentally. I felt overextended, overexposed. Here was a near stranger, and I was already telling them I was bi. Is this how I want myself defined? As the bi girl?

Well, you’re probably saying, where’s the harm in that? You should be proud to be bi. And yes, I know that people tend to describe others by things like gender, sexual orientation and race. But is that the thing you want to sum up your identity? Is that how you want to be judged by others, by who you have sex with?

Love is one thing, and sharing who you love with people is quite different… but what kind of sex you have is not something people have to acknowledge you for. Many women are with men, married or dating… yet like to play with girls on the side, or have a secondary relationship with a woman… Why would you need to tell your parents you have threesomes? Who really is on a need-to-know basis about your sex life besides your lover(s) and your gynecologist? Why does being private and secret about one’s sexuality/sex life equal being ashamed of who we are? It’s not shame; it is reserving the knowledge of who we are to our lovers and friends.

It is none of your parents’ or boss’s or coworker’s business whom you have sex with. Long term relationships, marriages, those things are different. But the type of person or acts that are involved in your sex life is not their business. Do you need to know about your boss’s or parent’s sex life (besides the obvious your parents had hetero sex at least once to have you thing)?

In a perfect world, we would be loved for all the depth and breadth of who we are as people. Yet most everyone sees only a slice of who we are: who you are at your job, who you are with your parents, or your siblings, your friends, your lover, your spouse. You will show different aspects of yourself based on who you are with. That may or may not include your sexuality. You can be respected, admired, loved for an aspect of you without being loved for all of you. That is why it is so special when someone comes along who does love all of you.

Being bisexual is not the only thing that makes you lovely, lovable, interesting, sexy, or open-minded. There is much more to you than who you have sex with and someone can appreciate who you are without knowing or appreciating your sex life.

SHALL WE PLAY A GAME? PART TWO

Darling Bliss Warriors,

Hotel Bliss is almost ready for its public launch. After months of hard work and tireless dedication from the Hotel Bliss Team, we are weeks away from the site being completed.

I wanted to take a moment to appreciate the amazing, beautiful, sweet girls who have taken time out of their busy lives to help test, use, develop, and create the first private community for bi and bi-friendly girls.

In the last month, I have been traveling a great deal, which is bad for consistent blog writing, but great for meeting the lovely women who have joined Hotel Bliss. In Toronto, I hosted a brunch with the marvelous, Gryphon (her Hotel Bliss alias). We posted ads on Craigslist, and many bi women came out to dine with us for community and conversation who were not familiar with the Bliss Warrior blog or Hotel Bliss. One of the highlights of the meal, was hearing Gryphon describe her experience using the blossoming site.

“One of the things I love,” she said, “is the diversity of women. There’s everyone from the young goth chick who’s super sweet to the joyful woman in her 40s bouncing on a ball topless. Everyone is super sweet. In fact, what is surprising about the site is how kind and friendly all the girls are to one another.”

Shortly after the brunch, I was delighted to see how many of the girls I met joined the site and became active members. One lovely blonde with the alias, Water Lily, has already organized two more events for bi-girls to meet in Toronto and is using the site to organize, plan, and keep the community growing.

In Los Angeles last week, the luminous Beverly Fairfax and I hosted a brunch where half the women were Hotel Bliss users and the other half were girls new to Bliss Warrior who found us through Craigslist or Myspace. This was the first time where women who had met online at the Hotel, got to meet one another in person. There is something funny when girls only know each other through aliases. When one gorgeous curly-haired fox was sharing a hysterically funny story, Beverly turned to her and said, “Are you Double Entendre?”

She said, “Yes, I am. You’re Beverly Fairfax, right? Hi!” Already online acquaintances, now they were becoming real life friends.

Later, when the brunch was ending and we were paying the bill, one of our new friends asked how we would all connect or stay in touch and I promoted the site. Right away, Beverly said, “One of the nicest aspects about the Hotel is how intelligent the girls are on the site. It is not just a kind community, but a thoughtful one, too.”

IF YOU HAVEN’T JOINED YET DUE TO SHYNESS OR CONCERNS OVER THE SITE BEING IN IT’S BETA-TESTING PHASE, NOW IS A GREAT TIME TO JOIN HOTEL BLISS AND MEET OTHER BI-GIRLS

1. Next Monday, we are starting Round Two of Bliss Warrior’s Slumber Party Game (CLICK HERE to read more about the game). Round One helped many bi-girls to become new friends when they each answered the question, “What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?” Each day, I posted a naughty answer on the Hotel Bliss site with three names of girls who may have written the answer. Users had 24 hours to guess who they thought wrote the answer and why. When I posted the winner of the last game, I posted a new naughty answer with three new naughty girls. As one user wrote me during the game, “Hotel Bliss is changing my life - I’m not kidding!” I think she was delighted by the many girls who got to know and adore her gorgeous self after reading her naughty answer.

2. Round Two is a little different from Round One because you can choose to answer one of two questions. The first is, “Describe a first time.” A first time can be with a boy or a girl, it can be sexual or not. As long as it is a first time, it qualifies you for the game. The second question you can choose to answer is, “Describe a fantasy you have masturbated to.” Already, many girls have have written to me with their answers and are excited for Monday when the game begins.

DON’T MISS OUT AND JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY GAME!

1. If you are not a member of Hotel Bliss yet, CLICK HERE to fill out a membership application or email me on myspace at www.myspace.com/theblisswarrior with your e-mail address and I will send you an invitation to join. [PLEASE NOTE: HOTEL BLISS DOES NOT WORK ON INTERNET EXPLORER. PLEASE USE SAFARI OR FIREFOX TO ACCESS THE HOTEL.]

2. Once you are a member, e-mail me your (1) first time story OR (2) a fantasy you’ve masturbated to through the Hotel Bliss site.

3. On Monday, join in the fun by trying each day to guess who wrote which story.

THERE IS NO REASON FOR BI-GIRLS TO FEEL ALONE WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY OF US MAGICAL CREATURES OUT THERE. JOIN THE HOTEL AND JOIN THE SLUMBER PARTY. YOU WILL NOT REGRET THE DECISION.

XOXOXOXOXO
BLISS WARRIOR
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IF YOU ENJOYED THIS BLOG, YOU MAY WANT TO READ MORE ABOUT HOTEL BLISS:
SHALL WE PLAY A GAME?
THE ANSWER TO THE QUESTION, HOW DO I MEET BI-GIRLS?
THE ANSWER TO THE QUESTION, HOW DO I MEET BI-GIRLS? PART TWO
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BLISS IS ATTENDING THE NYC PRIDE PARADE. WHO ELSE WILL BE IN THE VILLAGE SHOWING THEIR BI-PRIDE???
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And Then There Were Two, Chapter 3 - A Little Patience for Spanking the Intellect

Darling Readers, Miss V. returns with Chapter 3 of her serialized true story, “And Then There Were Two.” If you missed Chapter One, CLICK HERE and if you missed Chapter Two, CLICK HERE. Enjoy! XXOXOXOXOOX BLISS WARRIOR

CHAPTER THREE - A LITTLE PATIENCE FOR SPANKING THE INTELLECT

The next morning, sitting at the table with Gemma as Marcus made breakfast I was struck by how normal this all seemed. In a sleepy haze I sipped deeply from my mug of steaming, sweet, milky tea. Conversation flew around the room as I welcomed the eggs Marcus placed in front of me. We gossiped, we laughed; we discussed how The Terminator could become the governor of a state and marveled at the likelihood that Bush would again be president and noted that the word ‘bush’ was too good a word to be wasted on such a man. When I first arrived in London the question I constantly fielded was about the Terminator/governor situation but now the pendulum was swinging and focus was steadfastly fixing on the president or lack of one, depending. As we finished our food, plans for the day were being made according to schedules and locale. I only knew I was going to be dropped at Waterloo as it was en route to everyone’s final destination and I could from there catch the subway back to my apartment.

In the end, clearly, I had missed the final train the night before. Marcus had warmly welcomed me into his home as though this were the most ordinary scenario imaginable. Gemma got up and poured a fresh glass of red for our host. When she returned to her seat her bare leg rejoined mine and we three settled into an easy rapport. Louis was and remained our common thread. Although there was the shared unspoken knowledge about what would most likely unfold between Gemma and myself that night, his presence was never dismissed or disregarded or equally important, used.

The softness of the summer night enveloped us all until a late hour urged us to climb the stairs. As Gemma closed the door to our room, I could hear Marcus climb one more flight to his directly above ours. In the darkness I felt her fingertips dancing across my back gently searching for then finding the clasp of my bra…

The mercurial nature of our connection dictates a need to elaborate on the mechanics or developing infrastructure of this impending romance. Gemma and I both were committed to our personal lives outside of the curious bubble we had found ourselves in. In a reverence and profound respect for other hearts we held in our hands, we forged an unspoken understanding to not in any way flaunt our growing sexual connection. There was a time and place for our explorations with each other and to that end we kept a firm restraint over our inclinations and kept them discreetly away from the eyes of others. This was all very British of us, or French, I still can’t decide. We were finding our way to a balance anchored in total honesty and care while still honoring the journey she and I so clearly needed to take.

After breakfast, as we sped through the streets of London towards Waterloo my thoughts traveled back to the previous night and I wondered, had Marcus been able to hear Gemma and I l?
A blush and a smile privately spread over my cheeks and lips…

XOXO
V
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IF YOU ENJOYED OUR GUEST BLOGGER’S WORK, YOU MAY ENJOY READING WORK FROM:
JUNGLE JANE:
CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
DAPHNE:
PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
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THIS WEEK ON BLISS WARRIOR:
WEDNESDAY - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 2 - More stories from the first fantastic international Bliss Brunch
THURSDAY - THE BEST FROM THE HOTEL BLISS GUEST BLOG - Read what other bi-girls are writing!
FRIDAY - SPIN THE BOTTLE, PART 2 - Bliss brings you the second part of this Friday Night Bedtime Story.
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ON A SIDE NOTE:
DARLING, DEDICATED READERS - THANKS TO YOUR SUPPORT, BLISS WARRIOR HAS GONE FROM BEING THE 800,000TH MOST POPULAR BLOG IN NOVEMBER 2007 (I KNOW, WHO KNEW THERE WERE SO MANY BLOGS OUT THERE?) TO NOW RANKING 54,002! THANKS TO ALL OF YOU, WE HAVE JUMPED 750,000 SPOTS IN THE LAST 8 MONTHS. A SPECIAL THANK YOU TO THE WONDERFUL EDITORS AT SUGASM FOR HELPING MAKE BLISS WARRIOR BE SEEN BY THOUSANDS OF NEW READERS EACH MONTH AND TO CHRISTIAN AND JUNGLE JANE FOR THEIR WORK AND UNTIRING FAITH IN THIS PROJECT. XOXOXOXO BLISS ****************************************************************************************************
HEY NEW YORKERS!!! BLISS IS COMING TO NEW YORK FOR BI PRIDE. SHALL WE GET A GROUP TOGETHER FOR THE PARADE? XOXOXOXOX
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A First Time - The Final Account

As I have mentioned in the previous post this was a night of many firsts. At this time I would like to go into details of those firsts…..

After Denise and I recovered from our wonderful orgasms, Rich had poured us each a new glass of wine. I have to admit for a first time with a woman whose man was there I continued to forget he really was. He was very much up unto this point a spectator. You could see he very much loved being in that position too. No angst for no real participation at this point. Even the moments to come he was more of an assistant and I truly got to enjoy so many wonderful new things.

The three of us proceeded into the bedroom and Denise asked, “Do you trust us?”. At this point I was so excited and satisfied I would trust anyone to do anything, and I did. Denise and Rich kissed and touched me as they laid me down on the bed. Denise grabbed a scarf and blindfolded me. This act in itself was so excititng and a bit scary that new sensations tingled all of my senses. Rich took each arm and leg and placed them into handcuffs that were already attached to the bed. Here I was completly vunerable to two people with absolutely no control. Instanly I could feel myself open up to this new sensation and I left a puddle between my legs.

Having kisses and hands all over me without seeing was suck an intense electric stimulous but nothing compared to the surprises that awaited me. The next thing I felt was a dildo being slid into my vagina. Slowly filling all of me I moan like I have never heard myself before. I swear the neighbors could hear! I can now feel Denise climb ontop of me and feel her body slowly push down towards mine. “Oh my god!? What is that?!”, I scream. Rich was the only one to respond, “A double headed dildo.” I have only seen such things in stores and now to feel what it does for women, have mercy!!

When Denise fully thrust towards me it opened our labias. When they touched our clits suction cupped together. I can’t even describe the exctasy that invaded my entire being while this woman bounced and grinded my groin inside and out. I began to have the most intense continuos orgasms of my life. Yes, multiple orgasms!! I didn’t believe they could exist for me, and here I was bucking and screamin on a constant level for more than just a mere second, or minute but what seemed like eternity.

After Denise and I had cum several times together I suddenly feel the dildo being removed from our bodies. I thought I was going to be released from my restraints but to my surprise there was more! Something was being attached to my clit! It was such a paculiar feeling. Then Denise started grinding me again and I realized our clits are attached to each other. I ask again, “What is that?”. Rich responds, “it’s a clit clip, just enjoy my dear.” A clit clip? I had never even heard of such a thing and was thrilled by yet ANOTHER new sensation and toy!

The night continued to the wee hours of the morning. It was more and more sessions of Rich assisting Denise and I enjoying each other. His direction of the two of us was the most sincere, kind and thoughtful participation of a man I had ever seen. Even to this day. It wasn’t even until after we had all slept that I was approached by Ricn for interaction with him, which Denise directly so lovingly. These firsts have been and probably will always remain the closest to my heart. Much more than losing my virginity. I have yet to even be with a woman again that would use a double header or clit clip with me again and it’s been 24 years of experience since then.

The time living with Denise and Rich ended soon after our first time togehter. Denise had a girlfriend Jeanie who would come and play with us during the day when Rich was at work. (yes a first time of all women three some, whew! that’s a whole nother blog) Rich became very jealous that he wasn’t participating in those events and I was asked to leave. It was a sad note that our relationship ended, but I still walked away with one of the most amazing experiences in my life.

It has been such a wonderful walk down memory lane sharing this story with you all. I hope you have enjoyed it!! XOXOXO

An Unsent Letter

I have had two first loves. Normally, I wouldn’t say that but the quality and experience of the two were so entirely different that I don’t know if they could even be in the same category. However, I can say with authority that first loves are nearly all the same in one respect. Your first love almost never works out. I think it is because you are still learning how to deal with relationships. Or it could be that you feel far more for them than they do for you. You never fall as hard as you do for your first love. Experience teaches us how to love wisely, not blindly.

Neither of my first loves worked out. The first was with a man. I met him while we were stuck in an airport. I was fourteen and he was seventeen. 3 years later, we ended up living a 7 hour drive from one another and embarked on a relationship that lasted two years. But, like I said, you always screw up with your first love. It took me a long time to break entirely free from the wreckage.

My other first love lasted merely a few weeks. I have mentioned her in my previous blog entry: I was the last to know I was bi!. This was head over heels kind of love. I am not saying it was that kind of love that is deep and built over time, but it was crazy and boundless. They are two different kinds of love.

One day, she just disappeared. She stopped answering any e-mails. I couldn’t contact her. For months. Then she showed up on AIM one day, and we talked. She said, “Oh, I’m sorry I haven’t been around. I’ve been kind of obsessed with my new boyfriend.” I was hurt. She disappeared for a few more months. The next time I heard from her, she had moved in with him but was sad because he was more into his drugs than into her. And my heart hurt a little more. The final time I talked to her was a few months later. I asked her how she was, and she explained that her boyfriend whom she ignored me for had given her herpes. I cried. I would’ve given her the whole world, but she left me for a guy who gave her herpes. Talk about a blow to the self-esteem.

The worst thing about it was that each time I would talk to her, all those old feelings would return. If she had asked me to be with her, I would’ve done it. I wanted her to be happy and I knew I could do it. She had her own reasons for what she did, and I don’t hold it against her… but I was devastated and put off of women for quite awhile.

After we spoke for the last time, I wrote her a letter. I’ve never sent it. I’ve never let anyone read it. But I am sharing this with you because I know you will treat it with sensitivity and acceptance.

An unsent letter

For months I have pushed all thought of you out of my mind. I have succeeded only because I had plenty of admirers to distract me, yet none of them could capture my attention for long. Then you appeared out of the void, and now I cannot get my mind off of you.

I would like to say that I can think of nothing else due to the personal trials you are experiencing, but that isn’t it. What I wish to say, what my heart demands I say, is that for reasons I cannot fathom, I am still just as enamored with you as I was all those months ago.

I find myself remembering things you’ve told me about yourself when I usually have the worst memory. I find myself daydreaming of waking up to you in the morning and making love to you in a variety of ways. I know if we had continued talking, I would’ve insisted on keeping you for myself and devoting myself to you in turn. I have been scared of commitment all my life but you proved to be the exception.

I don’t mean to upset you with any of this and I’m not asking for anything either.

I just wanted to tell you that I find you endlessly beautiful and that you have awoken a passion in me that no one else could have touched upon. I don’t understand feeling so strongly for someone I barely know, but it’s there. You described the spark that some relationships have and some don’t. For me, that spark is there between you and I.

Again, I’m not asking for anything. I just wanted to reassure you that you are my inamorata, the first and only woman I have loved to these depths.

I hope that life gets better for you. I hope you find happiness because that is all I have ever wanted for you, whether I inspired it or not.

With love,
Evokateur

A First Time - Part 2

Denise wasn’t like the men I had been with, she didn’t dive right into to licking me. First she teased me, licking right between my labia and were the thigh comes together on each side. So soft and gentle, is this what making love is supposed to be like?? She teased with her tongue around my labia and not quite licking my clitoris, which by this point is so large it’s peaking out from my folds. I feel her fingers just outside my vagina, every so slight pushing against the entrance without penetration. Denise’s fingers part my lips and for the first time a woman’s mouth encompasses my entire clit.

The sensations that attacked my entire body were electric. Within only seconds I was peaking to a new level of orgasm I had never experienced before. My back was arched and every muscle in my entire body was flexed and I thought to myself, “Nothing could be better than this”. When suddenly as Denise plunged her fingers into me, Rich began stroking my hair and kissing me. I had completely forgotten there was somebody else there.

Rich was a complete gentleman, considering the circumstances. With every touch and kiss he would ask, “May I kiss you?”, “May I touch your breasts?”. I’ve never known a man to ask permission! This ignited my senses even more! With two sets of hands and two sets of lips all over my body, again I orgasm. The extremity of this orgasm was more intense with every second. “I’m coming again! Oh my God, I love this!”

Rich held me gently as Denise brought me the most passionate, violent, shaking my body had every experienced. As my body continued to twitch, Denise kissed my entire body from my thighs upward until she ended with a deep kiss on my mouth. This was the first taste of a woman I had ever had and it was myself! I had always feared even though I wanted a woman I wouldn’t be able to handle the taste…. I loved it! My complete exhaustion from the past hour had disappeared and all I could think was how I needed taste her.

As Denise and I kissed I rolled her onto her back. I followed her lead and kissed all over her slowly and sensuously. Deep but soft bites on her ears and neck, down her torso, hips, thighs, shins and slowly worked my way back up. Back to the crease between the thighs and the labia were I begin to lick.

I can smell her and it is intoxicating. I put off opening her labia to view and taste her. I’m so nervous and scared if I will perform to her capacity. I go for more kisses on her mouth; and she must be able to tell I’m nervous because she takes both hands around my face, looks me straight in the eyes and says, “Don’t worry, I will direct you…”

Denise guides my head back between her thighs and parts her labia. I can see all of her now. Pink lips, pink clit, shaved bald and her organ was pulsating from excitement. I start with the softest licks up and down the lines of each side. As I hear her moan I become even more excited and increase my speed but remain ever so soft. “Take my clit into your mouth and suck it while you lick it with your tongue.” Her command thrilled me even more and I eagerly obeyed.

Amazement swept me with such a new experience. The texture was so soft, slick and wet. The clit fit so easily in my mouth and doing as she requested was so much easier than oral sex with a man. Denise lifted her fingers away from parting her labia and I could feel them enfold each end of my mouth and touching my cheeks. Ahhhh, so soft and warm I feel as though I could this for hours!

Denise’s hips began to buck and I could hear moaning, yes’s and don’t stop’s continuously. I then followed my instincts with what she had performed earlier by taking my index and middle finger and begin pressing against the entrance to her vagina. But I did not enter, at least until she commanded me so, “Put two fingers in me, now!’

As I penetrated her with my fingers she began to buck more wildly and I could hear her say, “I’m goin’ to cum!” Right after I hear her say those words a warm liquid began to run down my face and chin while she grabbed my hair and forced my face even deeper onto her clit. Suddenly, I could feel my fingers being gripped so tightly by her vagina and she began to “ride” my fingers and face faster and faster. Her screams became louder, her grip on my hair tighter and then a flood of her juices all over me.

I now know that was a female ejaculation. I had no idea it even existed or how it felt. One thing for sure I felt so relieved, excited and proud that I could perform to her satisfaction. As we lay holding each other and kissing she says, “That was amazing, you’re a natural.”

I thought the night was coming to an end but it was far from over for firsts with a woman. Not to mention first for a threesome……..

(continued in part 3)