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

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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

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

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)

“The Girl”

Before the story, some background information:

I was raised in a very strict fundamental Christian family, and was home schooled all of my “growing up” years. All things not strictly following the laws laid down by our church or the Bible were to be dealt with immediately and harshly. Obviously, this included bisexuality. Guess I’m outta luck!

Her name was Emilie, and I was in love. She was “The Girl” – the one that made me realize my blessing and my curse, the one that brought everything into focus just for a little while. I adored her. We had met through a mutual friend at church, and there was instantly a connection. There was so much to like! She was outrageous, blasphemous, daring – everything I wasn’t allowed to be.

I was 13 at the time, and was just becoming aware of my sexuality. As a young girl, I had no real idea what the difference was between a boy and a girl, and to be honest, I didn’t care. Isn’t that the way everybody is as a little kid? By this time, I think part of me knew I liked girls more than boys, but I was trying so hard to be the good girl, the one that my mom could be proud of (i.e. …not bisexual!), that I stifled my feelings for girls and instead went crazy for boys- but that story is for another time. Back to Emilie.

We instantly bonded and became fast friends over a single summer. We shared everything – all our girl secrets, our clothes, our lives, really. We even pretended like we were lesbians (to make the guys jealous, was our logic). Eventually, I became comfortable enough with her to share the one secret I’d kept.

I was going to spend the night at her house that evening, and was ready – even excited - to tell her. That evening was a tumultuous affair… I eventually did tell her, and she told me she was too. What terrific things I was told that night. We were made for each other; this was right, she loved me so much and had been dying to tell me. I was delighted! I had found a true confidant, and perhaps something more (in my innocence, I really wasn’t sure what more there could be, but I was sure there was something). We didn’t do anything sexually that night; we just enjoyed one another’s company and I fell even more in love. There was so much to explore with her, I couldn’t get over the depths of her personality.

About a week after I told her, we still hadn’t talked about it – which seemed a little odd. She had invited me up to her house again that weekend, and I was excited for “us time.” When I got there, she seemed so excited to see me. She even greeted me with a kiss on the lips, which was a first. We talked, watched movies, gossiped; it was just like always. The next morning, I said goodbye, still without a word about our supposed similarities in the sexual orientation department.

A few days later, she called me to tell me she wouldn’t be my friend anymore – a childish thing to do, in hindsight, but it broke my heart. She told me she didn’t really love me. She was scared of what I could make her become. I thought she was kidding. I could understand it if she’d just realized she wasn’t bi and didn’t want anything more than friendship to come of our relationship, I could even understand if she was nervous and wanted time to think. But she didn’t love me? We couldn’t be friends?

From then on, we saw each other a few times in passing – I by myself, the loner, she her true, bubbly and vivacious self, always surrounded by a half dozen or so adoring fans. On the occasions we saw each other, she would either go out of her way to avoid me or come right up to be and be so rude. It was ironic; the traits I loved most about her, her daring, her zest for everything, even her cruelty, were the things that hurt me so deeply after our short friendship ended.

Did I get over her? Yes. Have I moved on? Yes. Does it still hurt? Most certainly yes. For a long time after her, I never told anyone else my secret. I reverted back to pretending it didn’t exist – pretending I was normal. Eventually, I felt safe enough to tell again…but that story is for another time as well, maybe soon.

In all honesty, it wasn’t until the amazingly brilliant and talented Bliss Warrior befriended me on myspace that I was able to face my personal fears about bisexuality and embrace the beautiful being that I truly am.

I am still terrified of “straight” girls, though. I am constantly worrying about their every thought – do they really like me? Friends? More? Love? Nope, guess not.

To this day, I find it nearly impossible to hit on a girl; even in a bi and gay friendly atmosphere, I am nervous that I am going to find someone who gets me, only to realize they don’t, they were just pretending. Since Bliss Warrior, all that has begun to change. Every day is a new step towards what I desire to be, and every step is an exciting new adventure. Who will I meet this day? If I allow myself to be swept away, where will it take me? Now that Hotel Bliss is here, I know I have the community to fall back on, the support system I needed before I would be willing to jump. Thank you to all the wonderful girls on this site – may it bring all of you courage to take whatever steps you’ve been afraid of most. No matter what, know that we all are here, behind you, pulling you up when you fall, embracing you when you need love, sharing our hearts with you as you share yours with us.

That’s all for now…check back later for the next chapter in the life of me: The Lesbians Attack! 

Until then, my love to all of you!

Sybaritic

A First Time - Part One

Please forgive my writing style, it’s been many year’s since I have written for others to read. Here is part one. Let me know if you want to read more. Thank you! - Lacivia

All my life I have been attracted to women.; even as a child. My first kiss was the cute blond from across the street when I was 7. Even at that time I would sneak into my parents room and steal the Penthouse magazines. I was fascinated and excited but what I saw. Throughout the years nothing more than the flirtatious dancing with girlfriends and occasional kisses to drive the men crazy. But I always wanted more….

I was nineteen and had been living on my own for over 3 years now. My life was work and play all the way!! Well being 19 of course young and naive I ended up in a time where I desperately needed a place to stay. Working in a male dominated feild at the time it wasn’t hard to have a place in a moments notice. The hard decision was who…..

I selected Rich, 32 married with children. Thinking this would be the safest option for no pressure for a “trade” in rent and food. I pack my bags and drive to his home to meet the family. I am greeted by his wife Denise and instantly was attracted to her. 5′3, black hair, piercing blue eyes, full pink lips and the most voluptuous breast I had ever seen in my short life. She was wearing short shorts that were filled out with a very full, firm butt and a white tank top with no bra. I desired her instantly; but quickly dismissed the thought out of my mind. (I was nineteen she wouldn’t consider me…)

We existed well together, worked, cleaned and taking care of the children we were more like a well oiled family unit. After a few months Denise and I began to get very close as friends and she started discussing with me that her and her husband were swingers. I didn’t want to seem so naive and innocent; because really I wasn’t innocent just hadn’t tried everything yet and shared with her that my ex-boyfriend and I practiced the same beliefs. She proceeded to share with me about her girlfriends and photo shoots, lingerie nights, and play time. She could see how hungry I was to learn and suggested maybe one night we could have a lingerie night together with her and her husband. I didn’t have an interest in her husband at all but was so excited of the thought of being touched and kissed by Denise that I eagerly agreed.

The next weekend the kids were gone, no one had to work and the time was now. While Denise and I set off to the boudoir; Rich was setting the tone in the living room. Denise opens her closet to me and in amazement I entered a very large walk-in closet with nothing but lingerie. Lace, leather, latex, crotchless and everything else you could imagine. I select a purple lacy bustier with matching thong, garter and thigh highs. Denise undresses me and helps me into my outfit. By this time I was so excited I could hardly contain myself, but I do. Denise picks out a lovely black lace booty shorts, tank top and red paten leather pumps.

Rich had set a beautiful, romantic tone for the night. Candles lit up the entire house, a carpet picnic of wine, strawberries, cracker’s, grapes, and cheese. In the background is some light jazz and the setting brings me to a new ease. Denise and I stroll in front of Rich like a couple of models while he takes pictures of us in our lingerie. We drink some wine, snack on some food and continue on with some wonderful conversation on the living room floor picnic.

The conversations was light and playful. I became so relaxed I had forgotten what this night was all about. Rich goes off into the kitchen to get another bottle of wine. As I am taking the last sip from my glass I feel the softest touch on my neck, gently brushing the hair away. Chills ran exquisitely down my spine and instantly I was aroused. I could feel her hot breath with the sweet smell of wine approaching my neck. Next was the most sensual, soft, slow and deep bite on my neck. I am instantly no longer shy and no longer remember that I’ve never done this before; I was enraptured with my desire for this beautiful woman. I turn around look Denise in the eyes and experience my first passionate, sexual, intimate kiss with a woman……

Denise gently lays me down on the living room floor with her body on top of mine. She proceeds to passionately kiss and touch me all over. Exploring my body through the lingerie with her tongue, hands, fingers and strokes my entire body with her long black hair. Uncontrollably I am moaning with absolute delight; amazed at what a beautiful experience it is to be touched by a woman.

Denise kisses all down my torso, my groin and to my thighs. At this point she proceeds to pull my panties off, spreads my legs and begins gently lick, kiss and bite from my ankles, up my thighs and her face becomes so close to my clit that I feel how heavy her breathing is. She stops the kissing and looks so deep into my eyes as if waiting for permission then tell me, “You are so beautiful, Olivia, may I taste you?”. The questions itself made orgasm it seems that I can only nod as my reply.

She kisses me deeply on the mouth, grinds her pelvis against mine then slowly bites the inside of my hip bone. The ecstasy of the moment has me so wet I become very self conscience. I’ve never been so excited before by any man to have fluids run down myself. Denise had obviously been very experienced because she had noticed what she was doing to my body and how it was reacting. She said, “I can’t wait to taste those juice’s”.

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 the thigh come 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.

A sigh of relief: Coming out to my friend

I went to go pick up my check, thinking I would just be in and out. In my case, nothing really goes as planned for me. I end up wandering to see my friend that is working her department. Before I can see her, I hear her lispy voice ” hi chi-chi girl!” ( she calls me that in reference to my new clit piercing). I turn and I blush in her direction. She hugs me. ” I knew it was you, because I saw that big butt of yours.” I laugh thinking about all the gossip I have heard regarding my ass from co-workers. I am not offended. I feel complimented, in fact.

So we both get to talking about plans for the weekend. I remind her of my trip to California. She beams ” you are the luckiest girl I know.” She thinks it’s admirable that my man and I have been so strong thus far in our now two-year relationship. She asks if I have been out lately. I mumble something about working and not having time. I mentioned something weird that happened one drunken night recently. Her eyes lit up. “Oh, you have to tell me!” I say ” nah, you really don’t wanna know.. you’ll probably think I am weird or something…,” I trail off. She assure me, and after five minutes of gentle prodding I admit to having a threesome. Her eyes grow large “WITH TWO GUYS?!!!!”

I say no…

She stares a second…

I say ” it was with a guy and a girl, I’m bi.”

[[[Before go on, I have to tell you that I have been so very scared to admit this important part of my life to her. She comes from a strict Christian faith background, and we will just say some things she is very close minded about So for about a month now I have been trying to be as discreet as possible on Myspace and such. I knew that when the time came, I could very well lose my new bubbly, vivacious, and fun-loving friend in an instant]]]

” Oh, that’s cool. I have a friend who gets drunk and kisses chinas..,” she says in her slight Puerto Rican accent. I start laughing so hard. Part from the relief of her not freaking out…and for her response. It was such a weight lifted. I felt this rush to my head. I didn’t drive her away after all!! I explain to her how other female friends reacted negatively to this, and how they wanted to know nothing of my being bi.

She grins at me with her mouth full of shiny cute braces ” Are you kidding me girl?, I am curious! I’ll ask you everything!” I laugh some more. She asks me if I like doing certain things to women. I am so not used to being put on the spot like that.

So I wait until the end of her shift, and we head off to our local sex shop. She’s never been. It was a first for the both of us. Two good things came out of it: coming out to my close friend Sheilla, and my new Rabbit toy = D

Never Have Sex With Your Fiance’s Sister - Part I

  I didn’t plan for anything crazy to happen when I invited my best friend, Wendy, over to the apartment I shared with my boyfriend’s sister. We both had the day off and just planned to watch movies and hang out. A couple of hours into our fun, Holly (my roomate) showed up with a man about our age whom I hadn’t met - not unusual behavior for Holly; we always joked about who was going to be the next Flavor of the Week.

  His name was Tom. He was tall, thin, lanky with glasses, and had a nice smile. He wasn’t my type physically, but he seemed like a pleasant man and so we all chatted for a while and just generally hung out.

  As young people do, we soon got restless and decided to go out. I thought, why not take lunch to my boyfriend at work? So we all piled in my car and headed out. The two in the back were getting cozy, and my best friend made a statement. You know the kind that hides a bit of truth behind a short laugh?

 ”You guys are starting to make me jealous!” she said.

 To our surreal surprise, Holly reached her hand up front to touch Wendy’s breast.

 ”Here,” she flirted, “You don’t have to be jealous.”

 The still sex-shy girl inside of me made my eyes widen, as the vixen in my chest caused a giggle to come from a sly smile.

 ”What about me?!”

 Suddenly I had four hands upon me as I gripped the steering wheel, trying to keep steady on the road. I loved the feeling…it all seemed so taboo! One of my breasts was being fondled by… I didn’t even know who, while another hand was creeping up my inner thigh. I’d always thought girls were beautiful and wondered if I might like to be intimate with one…though my very christian childhood prohibited it and until just recently, I’d always pushed away the idea as something wrong. Now here I was with two girls all over me as they kissed each other, and a man whose last name I didn’t even know was watching from the backseat!

 ‘You’re driving to your boyfriend’s work,’ a tiny voice in the back of my mind kept telling me, ‘You’re driving to your boyfriend’s work.‘ Somehow it got pushed aside by the curiosity that was still pounding in my chest.

  Oh how I should have listened.

  We reached our destination and pulled ourselves together to walk inside without looking suspicious. As wrong as it was - and it truly was - it somehow made everything that much more tantalizing. We all sat down with my sweet and adoring boyfriend and eyes darted across the table as I flirted with my best friend and looked at his sister in amazement; SHE’D TOUCHED ME! So wrong. So exciting!

  I remember seeing Tom there as…not an enticement for sex, but soley because he made it even more off limits. I’d never had sex with another person in the world other than my boyfriend, much less a threesome…but a FOURSOME!? How many times in your life do you get the chance to do that sober and so casually as was presented to us that day?

  A half hour later we left the establishment and I threw the keys at Holly, “My turn in the back!”

 I pulled Wendy in behind me as I crawled in, forcing the man to the front. Ha! Now the fun was going to begin…Holly adjusted the rearview mirror so she could watch us as we played with each other. Our hands began exploring beneath the shirts that covered our sensitive round busts and we kissed that sweet kiss that only women can have between their soft lips.

 ”Okay I’m getting lonely up here, that’s no fair!” We smiled and leaned up front to include the driver in our fun.

  By the time we finally got home, we were all so worked up that we raced inside and into my bedroom, where we found a queen sized bed waiting for us.  I stood there a bit shyly - not sure what to do, but anxious to do something. Wendy soothed my anxiety when she pulled me into the bed and climbed on top of me, fondling and giggling with me over the sheer odd fun we were having. Tom laid down next to me with Holly and we played as seperate couples in the dark. I felt shy and scared and like I was doing something wrong, but wanted to experience it so badly that I closed my eyes and tried to push all thoughts out of my mind. Wendy reached over and felt the two beside us, and the moaning began.

  Holly very much enjoyed a woman’s touch while Tom was slipped inside her. I reached out and slid my hand across her stomach and up to her chest, barely seeing her mouth open and eyes closed in the dark. She rolled off of Tom and I saw a nine inch penis hard and ready to go. He sat up and took Wendy under him. I kissed her as he inserted himself into her soft genitalia. He worked her long and hard until she finally shouted out as she orgasmed. I took a breath then, partly for realizing I’d just helped a girl come, and partly because I knew it’d to be my turn next.

  I was scared shitless.

   I felt Holly pulling me closer to her and positioning me right under Tom. The girls were touching me and kissing me and that helped me relax again, but before I knew it there was a male member inside of me, hitting me rough and going in as deep as it could. I didn’t like it one bit.

   ‘I thought that giant dicks were supposed to make a girl feel GOOD?’

  It was terribly uncomfortable and even hurt; he was jabbing me, as if he were a boy poking a frog with a stick! I felt as though I could feel him bruising my stomach - despite 21 years of having that thing attached to his torso, he still had no idea how to use it! My boyfriend was such a great lover, it never occured to me that anyone could be so utterly terrible at something so standard an activity.

  My boyfriend.

  From that moment I lay there, waiting. Simply waiting.

  When will this be over? Oh god this is so annoying. I just know I’ll pay for this later…

  Finally he got off me and switched to one of the other gal’s, and I decided to take a break and watch. They seemed to be having a good time…well, let them. When we were finished, we flirted and acted silly, playing around and making jokes. Then, Tom made mention of his camera.

  WARNING: Never…EVER…under ANY circumstances allow ANYONE that you don’t completely and FULLY trust to take pictures of you while in an incriminating state. i.e. Naked with your boyfriend’s sister and some strange guy while you wrap your legs around your best friend.

To Be Continued……

Be on the lookout for Part II, when an engagement, lies, karma and a two-tongued devil take over the real life characters of Never Have Sex With Your Fiance’s Sister

GETTING HER NUMBER – A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY

Darling Bliss Warriors, Our featured guest blogger, Jungle Jane, returns, sharing the true story of a baby bi-girl’s search for the perfect girl. Enjoy! XOXOXOXO BW

My favorite coffee/wine bar has the cutest barista named Violet. I’ve been several times and she’s always my server.

One night I visited the shop with three of my guy friends and, like always, Violet was our barista. She was wearing a black mini-skirt, black and white striped Alice in Wonderland socks, low-top black Chucks, librarian glasses, and a tight Led Zeppelin t-shirt that clung to her all natural, perfectly large breasts. Goodness, she was charming, vintage, and such fine service.

Our table of boys was slobbering and so was I. “Should I get her number,” I asked David.

“What are you my agent?” he snapped at me.

“Not for you, for me!” That was how I came out to my friend.

He looked at me with bug eyes and a surprised smile. “No, really? You wouldn’t, you couldn’t…”

“Watch me,” I said.

Violet came back to our table and I ordered a hot toddy, looking right into her eyes. The boys stumbled over their words as they tried desperately to hit on her.

“You’re into soccer,” David found out a piece of information about Violet. They’re all soccer players and immediately tried to convince her to join their team. She sweetly declined.

She came around my side of the table to ask how I liked my drink. “It’s good, huh,” she asked with prettiest smile.

“Very,” I said.

“I’m glad you like it,” she said.

“It’s made with Black Bush liquor. How could I not,” I asked flirtatiously.

She smiled big, flashing me her pearly whites. “Exactly. How could you not,” she said with a blush.

“You should come to the party on Friday,” I said.

“Yeah! The whole soccer crew will be there,” the boys jumped in.

“I tell you what. I’ll come if she calls to invite me.” She looked at me and asked, “Can I give you my number?”

“Please do,” I said, feeling all smooth in front of the sloppy boys. She smiled as she wrote her number on her pad and ripped it off and handed it to me. We watched her walk away to continue to do an amazing job serving her customers.

The boys turned and looked at me in amazement! It was just too easy.

I did call her. She didn’t answer so I left a message. She didn’t call till the next day to apologize about whatever came up. I thought it was nice that she called to explain - she could’ve completely flaked.

I didn’t see her after that until last weekend. My man and I brought our friend from out of town to her bar. Violet saw me walking up, waved, smiled her big, beautiful grin, and said, “Hey, Jane!” What a nice way to start a night, right?

After a bottle of wine and laughing till the bar closed, I invited her back to the studio where we were taking the party. She really wanted to, but it was the end of a long shift and she was tired. We all gave it a valiant effort to change her mind - sometimes girls need to be convinced. But it didn’t work.

She called me the next day and we had a nice long conversation. She invited me to an art show with live music. Finally, she asked me about my relationship with my man. I mentioned my bisexuality and the conversation quickly ended. She told me she would call with the details of the show, but I never got the phone call. I called her just to check in, but no answer, and no return.

I could’ve read it all wrong or she could’ve been into it, but afraid of it or she may just be a flaky chick. Whatever the reason, it was slightly disappointing, but the flirting was still fun. Good practice!

Until the Next Time,
Jungle Jane

P.S. Thank you to all the lovely ladies who commented on my first blog.
It’s fun to share this journey with such a foxy audience.

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If you missed Jungle Jane’s first post, click here to read: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY.
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MISS BLISS, FIND ME A BI-GIRL
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ASK MISS BLISS: THE ART OF FLIRTATION
WHEN YOUR STRAIGHT FRIENDS FIND OUT
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A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY

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