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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

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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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
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if you all think you have limited options…

i have had to do alot of driving around in the last two days–out to the landfill on the moon–up to the mountain and crested butte–into town a bunch–was thinking of the blogs, bulletins and thoughts people have been sharing about how to hook up..when to hook up…troubles with finding a hook up and all the above and more more more thinking—because if y’all got it rough finding bi’s and/or happy open couple out in urban sprawl–oh good grief what will happen to me here in the boonie boons–where the ration is like 8 men for every chick–in 1990 that sounded fun and funny and i arrived with a man **(which–here is a funny sideline to the story–ron and i moved to crested butte –after living together a year plus –back in 1990–we were just living together at the time–everyone laughed and said “y’all are doomed–everyone who moves here together breaks up—” WELL it took me and ron to get engaged in 92 then married inn 94 all in cb–left cb in 98 and did a southeastern stint–just to move back to the same valley–in gunni instead of exactly cb–but still participating back in cb when our divorce came to pass–and now i will be starting over in cb–divorced but i like to say single–and acknowledging being bi–all back up where they told me i shoulda never moved with a man–ha ha ha)**** i find this a fascintaing part of my life and my story and how life circles around and around on itself and you end up where you truly belong over and over again where ever you are or whwerebver that is?!

soooooooooo BACK to where was i…thinking about hook ups–i had my first after divorce hook up 6 weeks ago–it was with a MAN–many people were wondering who i would go for first–male or female–i was surprised by some of the people who want to know nothing about my sexuality usually but wanted to know “which way did you go?!” (well to be honest i went with the first person who turned me on hen i was drunk and free enough to go with it after all these years–pretty much the first guy who tried scored–ha h–but it was good–the universe gave me perfect what i needed ) i think people wondered because ultimately while my divorce happened for soooooo many reasons–there was a monet of crux/crisis/explosion when it turned out my (now ex) hubby could only cheat on me with other women–he couldn’t have a love affair with another woman with me–he got too jealous?! so my ultimately me having a girlfriend broke us up—said girlfriend and i also broke up–she lives out of state anyway–and now my first fling is said and done–and it was good in showing me contrast after 20 years what a different man may be like and perhaps even what was missing with the ex who i thought i had crazy abundant hot sex with–and yet–something happened to me when touched first by girls–and now also by a different man–leading me to know much more about the TOUCH and stuff…and what i want to look out for–

i slept cuddled up and all over the guy i fucked that one night–it was awesome good night and fun sex and i found it wasn’t as scary as i thought it was going to be to be myself with a new man after 20 years–but yeah–i slept all around him and all around me and HOLY SHIT Y”ALL–i never used to ever sleep cuddled with my ex–in fact that was a problem during 20 years–but i didn’t get that it was a problem?! and it was one for him too–but i realize now i was lulled into thinking it WAS MY PROBLEM (just like i spent 40 years no 39 years of my life–i started the healing processes at 39–until then i thought EVERYTHING was MY FAULT MY WRONG MY PROBLEM)–and writing this blog is great like cheap therapy–i slept cuddled up with my girlfriend and all curled up with her too and i even sleep that way with my dogs…GOD! GOOD THING I GOT A DIVORCE!!

so this first crush after the hubby and girlfriend was hard but so good since it taught me i can have the next new feelings and the next new everything and i want it all–the man and the woman and the wahoo and i have no idea where i stand with jealousy as i never got realy jealous and/or competitive in my whole life–been more of a giver share-er but also more of a doormat–i don’t want to be a doormat anymore and i dshine a light on the vampires that come around me now and try to not let them in anymore–no more eenergy/blood/life suckers–okay–so –so so–

so crush-a-roo is gone—leaving behind gangs of males in his wake–all of who i know in weird ways just like i knew him once i woke up–which took days–when you have had no sex and finally get some and it is good–i found you can truly fuck your brains out and it takes weeks for memory cells to fall back into place–to wake up–to remind you what and who you know–he and i have the crazierst of connections–i am lucky he wasn’t one of the other assholes in his bunch to be honest–ha ha ha–so YEAH DILEMMA–off he moves to hawaii–no i got the 8 to1 ratio still going for me–but let me tell you–these are men scared of women–they are the kind of guys in their 40s still living where the boys are and the girls ARE NOT?! in fact even the crush had got dumped by a woman he inported from his past–she couldn’t take the man-life of crested butte–AND THIS IS WHAT I AM GETTING AT–i do “get the man life” here–in fact–if crushy hadn’t moved he coulda been a good match–cuz i do get how to be that kind of girl–and i kinda like it–for me it is lots of freedom to do my own thing and also lots of time supporting dudes or dudettes who are busy being more athletic than i want to be–i love being homey home girl–doing my own thing–and get to to cook enetertain and have sex–so i don’t need the man with me 24-7 —my ex loved that freedom and loved that i gave him no rules–he just did not afford me the same carefree rules or life–somehow he had two sets of rules for us–yet i digress—that is my old story–BACK TO THE DILEMMA—which is gonna be lack of females–lack of bi-females–will be really really hard to figure that out with the whole town watching–and i already have told people–the other day–sitting in the sun shooting the shit with an old time guy friend–knew him 20 years–it came out me being BI and he shot out of his chair–apparently for a new beer and did not speak to me anymore the rest of the day but leered at me from weird corners. i DID tell my first crush the truth of my BI-ness and break up of my marriage and he liked me still and didn’t act weirdly–so going for that with next crush boy or girl!! total honesty!! don’t want a guy who gets freaky jealous like my ex or like the guy who married my girlfriend who she isn’t being honest with (the guy hooked and controlled HER by using her fear of the word lesbian against her–when he would catch her flirting with me or anything at all attention he wasn’t getting –she and i were playing not girlfriends at the time–even though it still shone through–but he decided i was a perv he would yell at her and call her a lesbian and “what team are you batting for” all abusive and i almost hit him a few times when he got in my face–but he was military and i AM GETTING SMARTER at not trying to get in physical confrontations with men–but she was scared of all that and scared of what her granny and parents think–so now she married to a guy with two exes 3 step kids–both chicks dumped him–why why marry that?! back to just have some sex! ha ha ha)

BUT I AM GOING WHERE EVERYTHING IS SMALL–no urban sprawl y’all–no bars to hide in or spy from–it is small town and home sweet home–but man–i am scared–of lack of opportunity?? or stupid bad opportunities or or or?! do you know what i mean?! even when i walked in a bar one saturday in the middle of the day with the crush–oh god–i got my head bitten off “what are you doing with HIM?!” and had to hear a rant or two–and thats how it is here–i may have moved away for awhile–but more or less i known most of these people since 1990–which is why it is home–but also why i look around and know something about something about something about everyone–and they know it about me too–they all know about my hook up ya know?! and everyone had an opinion–which in some ways makes it so good my first one could come and go in 6 weeks–but yet…still….and it played out not so good–he and i both looked like assholes from both sides too–just for pretty start to my new life–ha ha ha ha–

sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo when any of you are lonely…feeling blue…wondering how you will hook up…imagine me out here really looking for a MIRACLE and MAGIC to show up–i think 1600 people maybe live inCB? maybe 2000? i don’t know how many in gunni–beeen in rural gunni too–on 15 lonely acres–so at least will be back around people–

what a ramble…..

The Wedding

I went to the wedding today. Over the past few days, I thought about the wedding. Who wouldn’t? And I had come to the place where I was just really happy that they are getting married. I wasn’t even thinking about all the benefits my children would reap at this point. It was all just about the happy couple. When I see the two of them together, it really does feel like it was meant to be. I’m involved in a beautiful relationship with the most amazing and understanding man. And every day I marvel at the wonderland that my life has become. So everyone wins in this situation. We’re all so busy being happy that there really isn’t time to fuss about anything. Corny, huh? But it’s true!

I make my polite hellos and exchange hugs as I walk through the house in search of a family member. And I find my sons looking astoundingly handsome next to their father. They are wearing three identical tuxedos and they are just lovely. My ex-husband introduces me to someone and says “This is Polli, my ex-wife. So now I get to just call her my friend”. And I know that everything is going to be just fine. So, I settle in to catch up a bit with the people I haven’t seen and drink a screwdriver or two to pass the time. Surprisingly, I run into a good friend of mine from college. We haven’t seen each other in ages and she really is a kindred spirit. Just as spunky and wild as I can be, and a true hedonist! And we chat and flirt and have a great time until the wedding starts.

My little ones are both ring bearers, and are proudly carrying their pillows next to their dad. And the bride comes down the garden path in a stunning white gown. And she is just so very beautiful. I’m snapping pictures like crazy and just thrilled to be there. And as I watch the ceremony, and the sincerity and conviction in his eyes as he says his vows, I’m reminded of the time when I stood across from that same man. And we spoke those same words, and laughed as the justice of the peace called him by the wrong name. Their formal wedding is a contrast to the white mini-dress and 6 guests at my wedding. And as I watched, all I could think was that we were so young. We had no idea who we were or what we were promising. We fumbled around and played at being a married couple. But we made so many mistakes. We’re just lucky to have two beautiful boys to show for our time together. I really feel like our marriage was the dress rehearsal. We were each learning how to be one half of a loving pair. And it prepared us each for the wonderful relationships we get to have now. Seeing them hold hands and kiss and cheering them as they proceeded off to the reception was one of the true and pure joys of my day.

I went to find the bride. And we kissed and cried and as I hugged her, I whispered “Blessed Be” in her ear. And we just stood there and gushed at each other, grinning from ear to ear with happy tears running down our cheeks. My ex pulled me aside to tell me that he’s really glad that I’m the mother of his children. And my old college girlfriend chimed in with “She’s the mother of Becky’s children too!” And we all laughed and hugged and dabbed the tears some more.

I went there worried that my presence would upset people, or that they would pity me or show some other upsetting disdain. And I will say that there was more than one raised eyebrow today. And I got to relish the surprise and the shock and just not care. Because the people who mattered. . .the core of people who were a part of our marriage and divorce, were surprised, but in a good way. And each one of them took me aside at some point to let me know that they were so pleased that I made it to the party. I loved being notable without detracting at all from the most important couple. And look at this. . .

Isn’t that the look of love! It is so good to see two people who matter to me so happy together.

So, all is rosy in my world! My old college friend gave me her number with a saucy wink and a promise to “get to know each other again”! And in one week, I’ll be in Valdosta getting the house ready for my pilot’s return from Africa! I’m all but twitching from the excitement of just thinking about seeing him again and the wonderful mischief we’ll dream up! Oh, and the kisses. . .mmmm

~nuff said
Dirty Gurrrl

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

AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - CHAPTER TWO

Dearest Readers, This is chapter two in our guest blogger, V.’s, serialized blog about her and her man, and the women he introduced her to. If you missed Chapter One, CLICK HERE. Enjoy!
XOXXOXOXO BLISS WARRIOR

As I traveled beneath the London streets towards Gemma’s dinner invitation, the cautionary ‘Mind the Gap’ announcement at each Tube stop suddenly resonated in a new profound way. A commonplace subway platform safety warning took on a whole new dimension. And then when considering those three words as it might apply to the body of a female, well my mind really began to wander. I was fidgeting and acutely aware of the upholstered subway seat against the backs of my thighs.

Because of the extreme expense of UK cell phone plans, texting is very big. Meaning I hadn’t actually heard Gemma’s voice since we had said our goodbyes four days prior. I only had the crafted phrasing of a few text messages guiding me into this unaccompanied encounter. Plus, most Brits even cloaked in an aura of general formality will after the briefest of connections sign off using an ‘x’ so at times it can be difficult to decipherer an intention.

At this point I knew by now what Louis’s ‘x’s’ meant by their number and if they appeared in lower or upper case. Even a mix of lower and upper case revealed a specific meaning. Louis was still away.

Was I heading towards a date or being blessed with a new friend, or both? Again, useless analyzing. I was meeting Gemma at the home of her friend where she stayed when in town- a place where I would eventually live, but that’s another story. His name and work were familiar to me but I had yet to meet him. Perhaps he would be home, perhaps not. In the end did it really matter? These thoughts, thoughts, more thoughts circling each other…

The subway service in London ends at midnight.

Finally I reached her stop and made my way out of the station and onto the street. My heart pounded as I found the house. I took a deep breath and rang the bell. There she was, smiles, hugs, bright eyes, and her spicy perfume. Awkwardness and a strange familiarity surrounded us as she led me into the kitchen. We exchanged benign pleasantries as she poured two glasses of ruby red wine. She reminded me of a pixie- tiny, bright, intense. After a tour of her friend’s home (he was out) we made our way to into a beautiful garden. Blooms, trees, and couple of statues looked on as we sat ourselves down on a sun bleached whicker bench. The air was soft and slightly cool.

Our conversation turned to common-ground, Louis. Gemma wanted to know our love story, so out it poured. She confided that for the first time in their five year long professional relationship, I was cause for him to reveal his innermost personal feelings. Being such a private man, she was stunned when Louis opened up to her. Apparently his heart and body hadn’t been hit so hard (no pun) in many a year provoking an immediate need to talk to someone. I blushed. Blushing is not something I tend to do but while unlocking such sexual freedom within me, his place in my heart apparently could now inspire deep crimson to creep into my cheeks.

Our conversation became one of shared secrets. Our loves, our pain, our sexual pasts and present as well as the challenge of current romantic entanglements. With her own revelations she was placing her trust in my hands so I would know with absolute certainty that I could trust her and that in that knowledge nothing I chose to reveal would cross her lips to another soul unless I so desired.

I have steadfastly come to believe that anything made for the cinema or stage only wishes it could come close to the true life stories which, if we allow, unfold before us everyday. The more we opened ourselves, the closer our bodies naturally moved towards each other. Because our conversation flowed so freely I hadn’t even noticed this until she got up to get more wine and the coolness of the air touched the warm place where her thigh had been resting against mine.

With full glasses in hand, she returned to the garden and the smooth skin of her leg rejoined mine. The talking continued as if we couldn’t say it all fast enough to one another and then in an unconscious move I felt her fingers on my neck as she rotated the clasp of my necklace back to its rightful place. With the light touch, tingles erupted throughout my body. Here’s the thing, a touch to any part of my back or neck will send my cognitive mind directly to a ‘time out’ and I sink into the warmth of sensation.

The sky was still light but stars had begun to glow through the waning daylight. Darkness was almost ready to eclipse the blue and I turned my head to look directly into her eyes. A moment passed and then another, utter stillness. I wasn’t even aware that her hand had slipped under my shirt until my nipple hardened to meet the tip of her finger. Her lips found mine while her finger continued to just barely touch my right nipple. The slowness of our kiss allowed me to taste the wine on her tongue and step inside her energy, to truly feel her, Gemma, her essence for the first time.

My hand had slightly parted her legs and so, so gently I took my fingers all the way up her thigh. Then we heard the front door close- Marcus was making his way out to greet us…

XOXO
V
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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

AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - CHAPTER ONE

Dearest Readers -
Please welcome our newest guest blogger from New York City, Violet. V. is a Ph.D. candidate, performer, writer and all-around fabulous bi-girl. In a serialized blog, V. will share the true and powerful tale of her relationship with her man and the female lover she met through him. Every other week, V. will return with a new installment of this passionate, true tale.
XOXOXOXOXOXO - BLISS WARRIOR

AND THEN THERE WERE TWO

There is a moment, we all have them, just a moment maybe only long enough to breath in and out and blink a couple of times but you know something compelling and immediate has passed, a contract, a promise has been made with another person. Sometimes you aren’t even sure what it is you have signed on for but are acutely aware a silent pact has been made. A promise which you know somewhere in your heart you will honor. In my opinion, desire works in just this way and in my experience it always wins; it stems from an ethereal inarticulate place and waits to be manifested.

I was sitting with my man, my love, at a Moroccan restaurant in London. Months before, our silent contract began. I was conducting an interview in his office and without warning, in a split second, the air shifted and his gaze suddenly became intently steady and my once direct look dissolved into a series of sideways glances. After I concluded the interview and the tape recorder had been turned off we shared a passionate kiss and with spinning heads we handed each other our hearts. Anyhow, here we were many months later, and he was quietly eating some hummus. As he ate, his fingertips occasionally found the inside of my left thigh and he listened as I became immersed in a passionate discussion with the vivid but slightly nervous creature to his left. She and I were nonstop with words, laughter, and the occasional gentle verbal poking at this man whom we both knew from entirely different vantage points. He was my lover and she was his colleague, well employee to be more precise.

After our dinner plates had been cleared from the table, there was that moment again. As the moment passed between she and I, the tone in our voices changed. I unwittingly began to bite my lower lip and look at her from under my now slightly-lowered lids. While not being remotely predatory, I could feel her eyes taking in my collarbone, hands, neck, and I did nothing to dissuade or disconnect the silent exchange. Just as quickly as it arrived, the moment vanished, and the tempo of the conversation picked itself up and we ordered a round of coffee.

As she had a two-hour drive home, our goodbyes were rushed and hasty but with the promise of connecting again when she was back in the city. I took that extra second to kiss each cheek allowing the spicy scent of her perfume and the lovely smell of her freshly shampooed hair to mingle and flood my senses. She hopped in her car and was gone. Louis wrapped his arm around my waist and the light summer night guided us back to his flat.

I am no withering flower nor am I an innocent, far from it, but my heart still races when faced with these moments. I never expect them and suddenly I am nervous. A person can never fully know where this unspoken promise will lead until the journey has already begun and had it begun or had I imagined it? These instances thoroughly disrupt my sense of order and control. Attempts at effective or productive analyzing are utterly futile. I am forced to surrender into a familiar territory, but a territory made disarmingly new again by an unfamiliar person. Initial surrender has never been my strong point.

The next morning, I opened my eyes for a second time to find Louis but instead of feeling him moving inside me, gently fucking me out of slumber as he had earlier, he was now packing for a week away on business. The soft white cotton of the sheets caressed my bare skin and he came over to deliver one last deep kiss before leaving for the airport. He looked into my eyes, his finger lovingly traced my tummy and my breasts as he lightly kissed each of my eyelids.

“I love you, every cell of me will miss you, and I will call you when I land.” He started for the door, but then stopped and turned. “Oh, and while you were sleeping, upon request, I sent Gemma your mobile number.” I blinked at him. He regarded me for a moment and finished with, ‘”I only ask that you tell me if anything happens while I am away.”

In all honesty and genuine seriousness I asked him what he meant. My answer came as a sideways glance as he headed out the door.

As the front door closed behind him, I looked at my phone and there she was…

XOXO
V.

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GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
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TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
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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