Hotel Bliss Guest Blog

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)

**New Series** Tales of A Dancer - The Background

  For a short time, my husband and I were so bad off financially that I bit the rope and did something I never thought I could do.

  I became a Stripper.

  It was extremely hard for me, as I was molested as a small child, and thoughts of that continued to come up for me while at ‘work’.  The money was good.  The money was great.  But the emotional trama was nearly unbearable.  So I pretended.  I pretended that I was the journalist for a Bi-girl magazine (Miss Bliss, you helped me do this) and that I was working undercover to produce a new series called ‘Stripper Stories’.  I was so convinced that was my real job, that I even told it as a secret to a new friend at work, and proved it to her by revealing a notepad that I’d packed in my bag to write down important notes.  And write down those notes I did.  I didn’t want to miss anything that could be a great possible story.  When I got home, I’d type them up on my computer - just to prove to myself that that was the only reason I had to dance.

  Since then, I have been able to quit.  I now work at a formal job, and while the money isn’t as plentiful, we get by.  But my notes remain on this laptop of mine, and I’m ready to start my series for real.  I’ve changed the title of the series to ‘Tales of a Dancer’ and I will be making short stories drawn from what I can remember, and mostly my notes.  I will be elaborating on the stories as time goes on, because I only worked there for a few months and I know that my notes will evenutally run out.  But please know that my ‘Tales of a Dancer’ will be based on True Events.

Enjoy.