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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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IF YOU ENJOYED OUR GUEST BLOGGER’S WORK, YOU MAY ENJOY READING WORK FROM:
JUNGLE JANE:
CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
GETTING HER NUMBER: A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY
DAPHNE:
PLAYING WITH GENDER: DAPHNE STRAPS IT ON FOR HER MAN
TIE ME UP, TIE ME DOWN: A BI-GIRL SHARES HER FIRST S&M EXPERIENCE
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WEDNESDAY - TALES FROM TORONTO, PART 2 - More stories from the first fantastic international Bliss Brunch
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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…..

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

Natural Beauty: The first installment - Guaranteed to be the funnest!

Well, my first natural beauty suggestion isn’t necessarily about beauty. At least, not on the outside. But since I discovered this little trick awhile back, I’ve been dying to tell people about it. Some of you may already know the benefits, but everyone else, get ready for a treat!

What’s got me all excited? Well it’s the beauty of coconut oil. But not just for its uses on the skin and hair (though there will definitely be more posts about that in the future). It’s about what a fantastic natural lube it makes!

I was surfing the net one day, looking for information to back up my belief that coconut oil is one of the healthier oils you can use for cooking, when I came across a blog talking about using it as a lube. I hadn’t really thought about that one, but the idea intrigued me, so I started doing some research. I’ve been looking to replace as many of my personal products as I can with natural alternatives, and you can’t get more natural than that!

After lots of reading, I decided to give it a shot. One night I blindfolded my man, smoothed some on my hands and started ‘working him’. He instantly knew it wasn’t our normal water based lube, and he definitely liked the difference. After playing with him for awhile I went up to kiss him. He was pleasantly surprised! (Well, he was already happy by that point!) We both love coconut, so the taste was an added bonus. After that first time, we haven’t gone back to our regular lube. The coconut oil is just too much fun!

If you’d like to give it a try, here are some pros and cons to consider:

Pros

1. It smells tastes like coconut! That is if you buy the right kind. You’ll want to buy a quality coconut oil. A good coconut oil will smell like fresh coconut. Avoid any that is RBD (refined, bleached, deodorized). Look for coconut oil that is extra virgin. Organic is best. This also applies to using coconut oil cosmetically – but that will be in another blog.
   
2. 100% edible. This makes it really fun to work with. I’ve found that the edible, store bought lubes taste weird, and I just never really trusted putting that stuff in my mouth. Also, if you are of the variety that is hindered by the smell or taste of oral, this can be of a real benefit for you!
3. Moisturizing. My man tends to be frisky in the morning. The problem is I tend get dry over night, both my mouth and my intimate parts. Using lube was our best option, but as I said, we don’t care for edibles, so it limited our options. That’s not a problem any more. And if I’m using my mouth my lips get super soft!
4. Good for him and her. My man and I have both used it on the other, and oh my we both love it so! We’re also very excited to someday use it on someone else *blush*

Cons

1. It tastes and smells like coconut oil. If you don’t like coconuts, well then this won’t be for you. Although you could try the RBD kind. The bleaching and processing takes the taste and odor out of the oil, but it also makes it less natural. I have not tried this kind (the smell and taste are the best part for us), but have read of others using it and enjoying it. I wouldn’t recommend it for cosmetic use, and definitely not for cooking. The more it’s processed, the less healthy it becomes.
2. Not for use with latex condoms. Oils are bad with latex. It is however completely safe with polyurethane condoms. I know that Trojan and Durex both make poly condoms.
3. Some clean up required. Me and my man use it liberally, so a shower is usually necessary afterward. This isn’t the stuff you would want to use during a quickie before you need to be somewhere.
4. It is an oil. I know that some women are wary of oil based lubricants. They say that oils leave a coating on the vaginal wall that is difficult to get rid of thus increasing the chance of bacteria and other infections. At the end of the day, you should make the choice best for you. We have been using coconut oil everywhere, and I mean everywhere, and haven’t had any issues yet. If you are worried, you can still use it safely for external fun. Great for massages!

Working with coconut oil

Coconut oil is solid until around 76 degrees. If your house is cooler than that, you’ll notice it has more the consistency of butter. It melts quickly when rubbed in your hands, so you could scoop some and start an intimate massage on the body part of your choosing. We put some in squeeze bottle and if it’s become too solid, we pop it in the microwave for a few seconds. (Don’t get it too hot! Ouch!)

As I said before, it can get messy (but fun messy!). Being an oil, it has the chance to leave oil stains on sheets and bedding. As of yet, we haven’t noticed any, but if you’re worried about that, perhaps put down a blanket that you don’t care about.

Where to find coconut oil

I’m a frequent shopper at the natural food store down the street from me, and they usually have no less than four brands of good quality coconut oil. I haven’t really looked in a regular grocery store, but if you find any, as I said before, make sure it’s extra virgin and (if possible) organic.

That’s it for my first installment. I hope you enjoy this one as much as we do (and we really, really do). Please share any thoughts or stories if you’ve already tried it!

Getting Dressed Up for Myself

It’s a quiet afternoon and no one is in the house. I fidget in my computer chair because all of a sudden I am in the mood to pleasure myself. I strip myself down and stalk into my closet to find something to wear for myself. I pick my clothes more carefully than when I go on dates. I have worn my lingerie more for myself than anyone else.

I’ve selected a corset and I am pulling on thigh high stockings when I begin debating wearing underwear or not, and my body gives a little shiver. Just the preparation for myself is foreplay. When I am done, I look at myself in the mirror. Finding women attractive, I can appreciate being sexy and looking at something I find sexy…

I begin to fantasize as I watch myself. I am running my hands over myself, enjoying the feeling and thinking of both doing it and having it done to me. I pull each piece of clothing off in a slow, deliberate way that no one else can quite manage in terms of anticipation and sensuality.

There are times in which this is enough, just the way I undress myself is enough to send me over the edge but it always leaves me wanting more and maybe a half hour later I will be pleasuring myself again.

If you’ve ever dressed up just for the hell of it, then you might know what I mean. Dressing up for yourself is sometimes the perfect complement to self-pleasure. You do it for your lovers, but you are also your own lover.

Sometimes, we become too focused on pleasing our partners and masturbation is seen as a second-best alternative to the emotional and physical intimacy you have with your partner. Yet masturbation is important in its own right. Wooing yourself is important to a healthy self-image. Dress up for yourself.

How gratifying is it, to look in the mirror and realize how sexy you are? To get pleasure from realizing what a goddess you are?

It is vital to know the path to pleasure, to traverse it often alone and enjoy the discovery of all that is sensual and unique about yourself.

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)

Lover and Beloved

Hello everyone, sorry for the long silence. I have been incredibly busy. <3 Evokateur

Lover and Beloved 

Do movies inform our opinions on how life should be, or do they reflect what we think life should be like? Maybe it’s both.

I ask, because I have been thinking about romantic movies lately. Can you remember the last one you saw? Boy wants girl, boy chases girl, boy messes up but eventually repairs things. Boy chases girl. And for many women, this is how it should be. This reflects how we are raised and what we expect out of romance. A man is supposed to ask a woman out.

Now think about the last movie you saw where a woman has an obvious interest in a man. She will do one of three things. The more common one is that she is a part of the movie from the previous paragraph and will blush and stammer demurely and wait for her Prince Charming to make a move. Then there’s the smoldering temptress who is almost alarmingly forthright and is trying to take the guy’s pants off as soon as look at him. But face it, how many women are actually like that and not the byproduct of fantasy?

Then the most insulting option of all, the girl who tries too hard. She’s the girl who offers to help him whenever he needs it and throws herself out there to show him she’s into him. This is almost always portrayed as negative, clingy, needy, and desperate. This just reinforces the idea that the girl who gets the guy is the one who sits around and waits for him.

Now, as a bi-girl I want you to think about the implications of this for your love life with other women. You are both raised with the expectation that you will be pursued.

This brings me to the important, rather poetic duality of relationships: the lover and the beloved.

Usually women expect to be the beloved. The beloved is the object of adoration, the person being chased, the subject of poetry and love letters. Some of the most beautiful art has been created for and about the beloved. The lover is the troubadour, the seeker of love, the creator of beautiful things, admirer of the beloved. They are the one that chase. I doubt you could be a poet without having some of the lover in you. As an aside, my sociology of love professor mentioned that loving someone was far more important an experience than being loved.

Now, while you can be both lover and beloved in one relationship, it is rather unlikely for two people expecting to be the beloved to start a relationship. You both are expecting the other to make the first move. The lovely woman you’re admiring from afar may be doing the same thing to you, waiting for you while you’re waiting for her.

Don’t you hate feeling so passive? In the past, I have felt almost like men are cheated because the female body has so many wonderful things to adore about it. Most men will not let you explore and enjoy the majority of their body. So, women become the receivers, the beloved, in sex as well as in relationships in general. When two women get together they have to overcome this expectation and routine that their partner will do most of the work.

And yet I say a resounding no to this vision of the way it is supposed to be. I am not just going to sit there and wait. There is nothing wrong with being pursued and being loved. But loving and pursuing the object of your desire in an active, not passive, way… It has its place and its moments in your life.

Wanting and pursuing someone does not make you desperate. It does not make you sad. You are richly sensual with powerful desires. You are an Amazon, hunting out your quarry. You are a troubadour, for some of the troubadours were women disguised as men, searching always for your lady love.

Sometimes it’s not enough to be beautiful and be loved; sometimes you have to worship the beauty in others.

So… go be a tiger and chase down that lovely deer.

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.

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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