Hotel Bliss Guest Blog

CRUSHING ON THE TAKEN GIRL - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY

Tall shoes, short dress, long hair, polished, and glossy.

Fresh from head to toe? No!

It can’t be the same girl with what seemed to be day old dirt

crammed under her nails and outling her cuticles.

Her legs are shaved?! I assumed wrong.

Her hair is so shiny. So unlike the dull dirty brown I saw matted to the sweat on her face.

As cute as she was there dirty with a pick in her hand, I brushed her off as not my type.

Tonight she smelled like the tropical flowers in her garden.

Not like how she smelled while planting those tropical flowers.

Thinking back, how could I have mistaken that sweaty scent for anything less than pure sex?

How could I have missed her natural radiant beauty?

Was I blinded by the sun as I stood so close to the equator?

Does she carry the equator with her between her legs?

She looks like poetry and speaks in stanzas with no rhyme.

Or at least that is how I read her.

I watched her as she walked around her new yard

with an expression on her face like she lost something

when she sees me, her expression changes, relaxes

She says ‘Hi’ to me in a relieved tone of voice.

“There you are”, I say, “I was looking for you.”

She smiles and turns her head slightly

as she slips her hair behind her ear.

A silence passed while we held eye contact.

“I forgot what I wanted,” I said

She gave me a shy smile as her cheeks blushed.

He came up from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her blushed cheek.

She introduced him to me with apologetic eyes.

I shook his hand and studied his face.

I looked at him then at her then back at him.

Trying hard to reserve judgement,

I wondered if those apologetic eyes were for me or for herself.

The girl disappeared for minute to pace around her new yard,

again like she lost something.

The boy and I sat to get to know each other on their porch

I was skeptical, hyper aware of his personal hygiene,

but holding out hope for great redeeming qualities

There had to be something special about this guy.

He had her.

I can say now that she is the special thing about the guy.

And that is about it.

When she comes to my house, she lingers.

I want her to stay and she stays.

Her eyes remind me of Venus.

I wish she didn’t have to go home.

Somewhere inside her, she wishes she didn’t have to either.

Why do women settle? I realize that I do not know the details of my girlfriend’s relationship with her man, but I can feel her sadness. I can see that the spark is there and then it isn’t when he comes around. It makes me want to hold her. I want her to see her own beauty. I want her to be appreciated. Ultimately it is none of my business so I keep my distance.

On the special occasions where we get to sit down and have girl talk over glasses of red wine and loaded bowls, I make sure she knows I’m here for her if she needs a friend. My hand is out to her and she can hold it whenever she wants.

XOXOOXOX

Jungle Jane

A GIRL’S FIRST VIBRATOR - A BABY BI-GIRL SHARES HER STORY

As I contemplated writing this blog on masturbation in the laundry mat, a large group of young adult church campers came crashing in. More girls than boys. A couple of the girlies looked like they may have been outgrowing their camp. One in particular had a dyed pink patch in the back of her curly, bleach bobbed hairdo, a pierced lip and nose, skinny jeans, and a quote tattooed across the bottom of the outside of her foot. I couldn’t make out what it said, but I used my imagination. She took the washer next to mine and I couldn’t help but notice the dirty pink, lacy g-strings she had to wash. I tried hard not to think blasphemous thoughts. I tried hard to think about writing. Oh, the mental tug-of-war! How could I stay focused when she had an entire collection of pretty, lacy g-strings?

I had to sit down, but the pierced pink patch came to sit right next to me! She picked up her tatted notebook and proceeded to study her notes. I peeked at her page hoping to see something sacrilegious, but I only saw the gospel. I looked back at my blank page half expecting some sort of guilt trip to talk me out of writing about the pent-up innocence that sat right next to me, but nothing. Just the warmth of the dryers and the hum of their vibrations reminding me of the subject at hand: masturbation.

Dear God, I hope this girl masturbates.

I was 22 before I learned about the joys of a solo orgasm. I lived in Los Angeles and worked across the street from the Penthouse store on Sunset. I was newly single and had no interest in finding new love. I wanted to focus on myself and was still in love with my ex-now-current boyfriend. It was hard to go from sex every day to nothing at all. I tried one night stands, which were sometimes a blast, but overall not worth it. My body was nagging, insatiably. If only I had read Between Boyfriends, Date Girls back then!

So one night after work, I visited the sex toy store. Low and behold they were having a 75% off sale!!! I purchased a large box that was originally a hundred dollars. The box was your typical sex kit with the oils and massage gloves and chintzy crap for the most part, but something drew me to the vibrating silver bullet in the box. Something about it appealed to me over the fancier dildos. It was fate.

I took that box home to my apartment on Venice Beach boardwalk. The place had a gigantic living room with a fireplace, a wall of sliding glass doors and a balcony facing the ocean. My roommates were gone, so I locked all the doors, put music on low, poured a glass of wine, lit the fireplace and slid open the glass so the sea breeze and the sounds of the boardwalk could drift in. I laid a blanket down in front of the fireplace, lit my smoke, and sat with my new box of toys.

I looked at each trinket and considered its usage, envisioning scenarios. I made my way to the bullet and disinfected its silver surface, put in fresh batteries, took off my clothes, got comfortable on my back with my knees up, a pillow under my head and legs and a light blanket over my belly - thinking I may get chilly. I took the control in one hand and reached down with the shiny silver bullet in the other. I turned the vibration on low and held the wire to let the weight float on my clitoris. The toy seemed to have a mind of its own and landed on a particularly sensitive spot. Low was nice, but medium was better. I became wetter and warmer quick. No need for the blanket! I wanted to take it up to max right away, but thought I would take it slow to let my mind wander.

I felt like a little boy discovering his newly hardened penis. I had not fully discovered the nuances of my vagina until that night. I did not know that my right side is more sensitive than the left. I did not know what an orgasm felt like all by itself, without a partner to share it with. I hadn’t had a need in the past to masturbate, or so I thought. I was wrong! Masturbation is key to understanding our sexual organs and our deepest desires. I unlocked a closet in my mind full of dirty stories and fantasies and images and memories that I had stored away and lost touch with. My hidden desires for women came rushing into my mind’s pornographic imagination mixed with memories of heavy love making and hard core fucking. I am at my best when I take away my thought boundaries and dive into the tabboo.

I felt and watched as my folds filled up and pushed against the vibrations. I slid the control to full blast while my hand pushed the vibrations against the build. Full blast is where it’s at for me. My ears began to ring and I saw white. For the first time in my life ladies, I ejaculated. I ’squirted’ all over myself. It made my eyes water and my heart beat like I ran a marathon and I was sweating and I was smiling and I was hooked!

I mean hooked. I discovered six things that night:

1. I love the vibration.
2. I can get off whenever the hell I feel like it!
3. I can ejaculate. It’s not a myth!
4. I can hide the desires, but they don’t go away.
5. The imagination is a terrible thing to waste.
6. Give yourself permission to be perverted while masturbating and see where it takes you!!

You just might make some discoveries of your own!

Tune in next time when I attempt to make some of my fantasies reality and soon realize that some fantasies are best kept where they are….blissful in my imagination.

Jungle Jane

Any Requests?

Aloha Girls,

First of all let me say THANK YOU! You incredibly diverse, dynamic, and *ahem* extremely foxy ladies have helped Hotel Bliss achieve our vision of creating an online, bi-friendly community full of sensuality and intelligence. We are learning so much more about the site through YOUR help. I, personally, am moved everyday reading the lovely, heart bearing, and sincere blogs and bulletins. I love the honesty we are all bringing to the table. I am all about bringing it and you girls make me extremely proud. Boastful! Forget being shy. This community is my ultimate ‘coming out’ tool and guide!

We have received all sorts of constructive feedback. We have worked hard to solve all the trouble shooting as it comes our way. Hopefully ya’ll are enjoying the sexy Penthouse pictures a little more with the clean up our Christian so brilliantly coded. We hope you are enjoying the browse function a little more now that you have more options. Our number one goal here at Hotel Bliss is to answer the question “How do I meet a bi girl in my area?”. We hope that you will use the browse tool along with the ‘Find a Warrior’ map page to find girls in your area.

We just recently received a request for darker background hotel colors like black and grey. Since I do the colors around here, that question is for me and I say, no problem! I’ll hook up some hotel colors for you girls that aren’t into the ones we gots. I’ll whip us some black and greys and dark reds and what else? If you girls have any questions, comments, or requests please always feel free to drop me a line. I aim to please! wink.

Have fun and flirt and meet and share and…………

SHOP!!!!!

Our boutiques are opening very very soon! Woohoo!

I can’t wait to get a made-to-order, glasss di…

I mean, a pair of hand knitted mittens, that is!

YEEEAAAHHH!

Go Hotel Bliss!

xoxoxo,

Jungle Jane

Violation

Ok, I know this doesn’t exactly fit in with what Hotel Bliss is all about, but I’m so angry right now I need to put this down.  I had a beautiful stone gargoyle that was a gift from my parents almost 10 years ago.  I hand painted him and christened him “Herbert”.  He’s been with me through 2 marriages and god knows how many changes of address.  He always stood guard over my front door.  And believing the myths about gargoyles, I always felt he kept any malignancies away from me and my family.  Well, some a**** stole him right off my front porch today!  I have good suspicion it was one of the worthless kids that live around here.  (Apologies to those moms on here….I’ve never liked or wanted kids, but’s that my choice and opinion.)   I’m so mad right now I can’t even cry.  The cops pretty much laughed at me and I doubt our property manager will be much help.  But I have to try something.   I’ve never been victimized like this before and I don’t like the feeling.  But I’m gonna try and get another gargoyle this weekend and we’re installing security cameras as well.  I’ll never replace my Herbert and can only hope and pray that Karma will be an absolute bi***** to whoever took him.

Comments not neccesary, I just needed to vent.

Edit:  Went and picked up a new gargoyle this weekend and got him all painted yesterday.  Herbert II is now proudly sitting on my hearth.  I’m so happy to have him back.  And he’s never going outside.  For those interested I’ll have a picture in my penthouse here shortly.  Thanks for all the kind comments and understanding.  You girls are the best! 

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)

SHALL WE PLAY A GAME?

For my 33rd birthday, I decided to have a slumber party. I invited my six sexiest bi-girl friends and told them they had to come in lingerie. These friends did not know one another, but they trusted me to invite girls like them: smart, sexy, savvy bi-girls.

My man and I spent an entire week getting the apartment ready for the big fest. I covered the floor in red and purple satin cushions and balloons draped ribbons from the ceiling. Candles were everywhere and the music playlist was just right - setting the stage for a sensational event. It was the slumber party I couldn’t have imagined as a little girl, but always wished could happen as an adult.

But before they could come to the party, I asked them to help me plan for the main event: THE GAME.

Even when girls know each other are bi, it is tricky to feel comfortable enough to be their open, flirtatious selves until they feel they KNOW the other girls. With my man’s assistance, we created a game to help my friends get to know one another.

A few days before the party, I e-mailed each of the girls, asking them to answer three questions and e-mail me their answers before the party.

The questions were:

1. WHAT IS THE NAUGHTIEST THING YOU’VE EVER DONE?

2. WHAT IS A FANTASY THAT YOU HAVE MASTURBATED TO?

3. HOW DO YOU COME? (OR, WHAT MAKES YOU CLIMAX?)

Each girl sent me their answers, and I printed them out in the same font onto individual index cards. When they all had arrived, we began to play the game.

The first round was, What is the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done?

A girl picked one of the index cards and read the answer printed on it. She then had to guess who had written the answer. If she guessed right, she got to dare the girl to do something. If she guessed incorrectly, the girl who wrote the answer got to dare her to do something.

Let’s just say… we never got to round 3.

LET’S PLAY THIS GAME AT HOTEL BLISS. OBVIOUSLY, WE CANNOT DARE EACH OTHER TO DO THINGS IN THE CYBER WORLD, BUT THIS WILL HELP US TO GET TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER IN NEW AND FUN WAYS.

WANT TO PLAY THE GAME?

FIRST, COMMENT HERE SAYING YOU ARE IN. DO NOT POST YOUR ANSWER HERE AS IT WILL GIVE THE ANSWER AWAY.

SECOND, E-MAIL ME THE ANSWER TO QUESTION ONE - “WHAT IS THE NAUGHTIEST THING YOU’VE EVER DONE?”

STARTING NEXT MONDAY, I WILL POST ONE ANSWER A DAY ALONG WITH THE LIST OF PARTICIPANT NAMES. THE FIRST GIRL TO GUESS WHO WROTE THE ANSWER WILL BE HIGHLIGHTED AS A BLISS HOTEL GODDESS AND WILL THEN BE ABLE TO ASK A “TRUTH” QUESTION TO THE AUTHOR. EACH DAY, A NEW ANSWER WILL BE POSTED, ALONG WITH THE LAST PERSON’S “TRUTH” RESPONSE, UNTIL IT IS TIME FOR ROUND TWO.

Don’t be shy, girls. We are all here for the same reason. To get to know each other and make new fabulous friends. Comment here to show you are game and encourage your friends to do the same.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

BLISS WARRIOR

School is in session. . .

You would think in my line of work, I would have seen and done it all. And I will say that even I am amazed at some of the things I’ve tried. But it still catches me by surprise when someone requests something I’ve never done before.

Back when I was a newbie, I received an email.

“Do you do foot jobs?”

That was all it said. Now, in my line of work, this is the ultimate in rudeness. Though there is no question that I am going to do unladylike things, it is expected that I will be approached respectfully and professionally. I was offended. And at that point I put foot fetishes into the same realm as ear licking.  It doesn’t really do anything for me, but if it turns you on, I’m on it.

I mentioned the email to my mentor and best friend, Robert. He said he knew the man and also knew that he was very inexperienced and timid and had been mistreated by the one girl he had seen.

Now, I know you don’t know me, so I’m going to tell you something about myself here. This man was yearning for his particular turn-on so badly that he was willing to take a second chance at finding a girl, despite a horrible first experience. That touched me. I hate to see someone in need. And it also made me want to redeem the art a bit.  Seeing a professional should be a wonderful experience. And it should be respectful, kind and caring at the very least. I didn’t want him to base his understanding of this business on that one girl.

So, over months of time we talked online and made ourselves comfortable and developed an understanding of what he was looking for and also of what I could offer. I admitted that I had no idea what a footjob was. Admitted that I had never been interested in feet during sex. But also enthusiastically agreed to letting him teach me a bit about it.

So, flash forward to the day when we’ve finally managed to work around his severely erratic schedule. And he’s running late, so this won’t even be a full hour appointment. But we’ve built it up in our heads for so long that it just has to happen. I’m driving to the hotel. And I’m stressed. I took special care in dressing. . .toes painted a lovely raspberry shade, just the right amount of cleavage, skirt just short enough and heels just high enough to accentuate the feet and legs. I know I’m looking good. But it’s the first truly warm day of the year and my feet are sweating. He has mentioned sucking my toes and my feet are sweating. Ugh. Adding to my stress is the image I have of foot fetishes.  While everything we’ve discussed seems pretty straightforward and easy to do, I can’t help feeling that there must be more to it.  There must be something that makes it hot. But I can’t imagine what that might be. So, my feet are sweating, my appointment is rushed, and I’m prepared to simply tolerate something that does nothing for me.  Not the most ideal of circumstances.

I arrive at the hotel, and a handsome young man is waiting for me. His youth puts me at ease, and my nurturing instincts come out. He’s just so cute I want to take care of him. Upstairs in the room, I quickly slip away to the bathroom and wash my feet. 

After some cordialities and chatting, he takes my foot in his hands and compliments my polish. It’s a new dynamic for me. . .suddenly I’m the student, and shy in that role. I’m not sure what to expect, but I’m willing to let him lead.  But the feeling of uncertainty doesn’t sit well with me. I reclaim my foot and stand to strip off my blouse and skirt to display my lacy white bra and panties.  And I manage to distract him from what I consider my least attractive feature for long enough to get his clothes off. But when we climb onto the bed together, I know I can’t put it off any longer. 

I’m leaning against the pillows and he kneels at my feet and gently takes them into his hands again. And I can tell he’s worried that he will upset or offend me. And again, I feel that nurturing feeling that makes me want to give the little boy with the teartracks on his face a cookie. I wiggle my toes just a bit in his hands by way of encouragement. I made him chuckle, which broke the tension for us both. With a new air of excitement, he focused on my feet. At first he just massaged them and laid gentle kisses along the tops and insteps. And it felt so fluttery and light. . .almost reverent.  He ran his tongue along the backs of my toes to end at my big toe with a sucking kiss. . .and my world. . .and my puss exploded. 

I came to this appointment expecting to tolerate having my toes sucked. When I mentioned this to my girlfriend she said “Well, duh, Lola! There’s a direct link between your toes and your pussy”.  And I have to say that I just never thought about it. Feet were always just a way to get around. 

Most feet are ticklish to the touch. And that is one of the things that makes this so delicious. There is that undercurrent of tickle when someone is sucking and licking your toes. But it adds only one very subtle flavor to the experience. He ran his tongue between my toes, sucked each little piggie in sucession, then nibbled the balls of my feet. And with each new sensation I felt a corresponding pulse and tingle in my pussy.  I could almost feel the texture of his tongue rasping over my labia as he licked the creases between my toes. It wasn’t long before I was writhing and moaning. I must have had that wide-eyed surprised look on my face, because he asked if I liked it. And if it shocked me that I did. And I answered yes to each question between panting breaths.  In his passion, he continued to lick one of my feet while placing the other on his swollen cock. My mind had tried in the past to conjur images of how I could love a cock with my foot without hurting the man involved. Feet can seem so clumbsy and awkward. But I was so inspired that I think instinct just took over. And a formerly odd appendage became a perfect object of pleasure. His cock fit perfectly between my two biggest toes. And the arch of a foot can be made to perfectly cup and cuddle his package.  It may sound silly or strange, but one properly motivated tootsie can do an awful lot to stroke and excite a man. 

It was later that same day that a girlfriend of mine took me for my first pedicure. I’m sitting in the wonderful massaging chair, talking with my girl about men and life and the universe as a lovely petite Vietnamese woman is massaging my feet and legs. And I realize that I have done a serious disservice to feet. While they may be a champion way of getting around, they are so much more than that. An undiscovered country of sensations and pleasures that I never dreamed existed.

So, let’s all raise our glasses to my ignorance and misconception. To appreciating the beauty in even the most mundane of things.  And to a whole new fascination with sexy strappy sandals.

Kisses
Lola     

Why no one can view your photos…

Hi girls!

Christian here, mostly-silent programmer of Hotel Bliss.

I have received a couple of reports that girls aren’t able to view other girl’s photos. After looking through the code numerous times and staring blankly at the raw data, trying to understand where I had gone wrong, I began to realize that it was not a coding error at all.

It was simply an aspect/feature of the photo area that I had not made very clear. I am here to clarify it so you can start showing people your photos:

When you upload a photo, it is viewable by you, but no one else. To make your photo viewable by anyone at all, you need to set the “permissions” for the photo. You can do this by visiting your photos control panel, finding the photo you would like to make available to be viewed, and clicking the “permissions” option underneath the photo.

From this screen, you will be able to make it viewable by everyone, or just select users.

So now you know! I apologize for not making this clear from the get-go, and I am making steps to make the process more intuitive for future users.

Thanks for reading! If you continue to experience issues, please leave a comment/send me a message from inside the hotel at my profile: http://hotel.blisswarrior.com/christian

Serendipity

Lila is a tall, stunning blonde with a pervasive air of innocence and society about her. I would expect to meet a woman like her at a charity brunch or other philanthropic function. Instead, she is sitting in my livingroom drinking coffee and talking to me about becoming a prostitute.  

She has been considering taking this path for most of her life, but really feels like the time has arrived. She talked to me of tarot readings and meditation that all pointed her in this direction.  She spoke of her visit to see an escort two weeks before the birth of her child simply to experience the kind of loving connection she couldn’t get from the man in her life. She was so beautifully spiritual and giving even in just discussing her hopes that I just wanted to hug her and not let go. What a shining soul! 

But as we were talking, I felt a bit of despair. I hoped that the business wouldn’t hurt her heart. While it is probable that she would reach the point where she had a nice group of gentlemen regulars,  it would require kissing a lot of toads. And though her hope was to work with special needs individuals and women, I just didn’t know if that market was going to be large enough to meet her needs. Luckily, she came to me. At the very least, I could warn her about the pitfalls and be there to hold her when it got to be too much.

I sent her home with a required reading list and a laptop to borrow until she could get hers repaired. And was feeling the enormity of the mentor role for the first time in my life.  I had to protect her. I had to help. If she was set on this path, I wanted it to be as positive an experience for her as it has been for me.

The next morning, I met a prospective client for coffee.  I was somewhat surprised when Stephen walked up and introduced himself. His shirt proclaimed “I’m not gay, but my boyfriend is”.  My curiousity was piqued to say the least.

I quickly learned that he wasn’t seeking my services for himself. Stephen was in the awkward position of seeking a female companion for his good friend James.  The difficulty lay in the fact that James is severely physically disabled. Stephen was sure that he had been given an impossible quest. Even one bad experience would be devestating for James. He had to find the perfect woman for the job.  I was impressed that he would show such care for the well-being of his friend. The second time I’ve talked about sex for the disabled in two days? Sounds like a message. . .hmmm.

So, I sit listening to Stephen wax poetic on the type of woman needed. . .polished, lovely, firm and in charge, yet fully loving and supportive of exploration and growth. And as he’s speaking, my mind is dancing and goosebumps cover my arms.  Even the physical description fits. What a perfect match!

When I contact Lila later to see if she would be interested in meeting with Stephen to discuss the possiblity. Her reply email came so quickly that it left skid marks in my inbox.

 ”this really gives me Goddess bumps

i can’t imagine a finer thing to do than to meet this man and explore. 

How lucky i am to have you here right now.

In wonderment

Lila”

Blessed Be! After talking to each of them, I just know that they are looking for each other. And I was lucky enough to be an instrument of their meeting.  Stephen and Lila will meet. And they will work together to help James explore his sexuality in any way that he can. And I have the feeling that Lila may have just found the niche she was hoping for.

What to get an escort for her birthday

I’m sitting in the shade on a pleasantly hot afternoon. The condensation on my glass of whiskey is making a small puddle on the glass top of the bar that Dani and her man Bart have set up on their patio. It’s a birthday barbeque for me and Dani.  I’m surrounded by the people who know me best. My chosen family. Each and every one of them knows my secrets and would protect me with all that they have.  They know that my work takes so much out of me, in spirit and love and energy. They know I’ve been feeling a bit of care-giver burnout.  And every one of them is making sure I simply enjoy myself for a change.   I’m in the most comfortable space I can imagine.

But we’ve been drinking for hours now. The sun is starting to sink, and I’m feeling the heat and liquor. I ask Dani if I can lay down for just a bit. She leads me into her bedroom and pulls back the covers while I strip off my pants. I climb between the cool sheets and she tucks me in and places a sweet kiss on my forehead.

“I’ll come wake you in just a bit.” she says, as she’s walking to the door.  But as she opens the door, there stand Lia and Jane. These two are my partners in crime. And though Dani offers to shoo them away, I tell her to go ahead and let them in.  My girls are always welcome.

They come to the bed, one on each side, and stroke my hair and face, kiss my fingers, ask me if I’m feeling ok. I assure them that I’m just laying down for a bit. Recharging.  A look passes between them. A sly smile. They peel the covers down to my waist and encourage me to let them take my tank and bra. “To make you more comfortable”.  And they are right. I’m more comfy without them. Especially when Jane runs her hands up from my bellybutton to gently stroke my breasts. They are such dolls. Being soothing, kind, loving. And I’m feeling like the most loved being on Earth. 

After just a moment, Lia and Dani leave me to Jane’s tender care and go back to the party. I’m thinking she is going to just tuck me back in and send me off to a lovely nap. But that isn’t the case. It’s isn’t long before Lia and Dani are back with company. They’ve brought Bart, Olivia and Steve, and Carl.  

Now, at this point, instinct kicks in and I reach down to pull the covers up. While every one of them has seen me naked before, being the only naked person in a room with 7 other people can be a bit uncomfortable. I’m feeling exposed. And vulnerable. But Lia and Jane won’t let me pull the covers up. They each gently take an arm and pull me back down on the bed.

“It’s ok, sweetheart, we’re here” Lia says as she leans down to press her raspberry lips to mine. I look up, switching my glance from one to the other. Then I scan the faces in the room.  Olivia and Steve have their arms around each other and are smiling wickedly at me. Carl’s face is a mixture of concern and excitement. Dani is holding Bart’s hand.  And they both look fiercely protective.  And Dani says the magic words. . .

“Lola, honey. Say the word and I kick them all out. Nothing bad will happen.”

I could have sent them away. I could have refused the gift. But as I lay there looking up at the people around me, I realize that not one of them would ever disrespect me, much less hurt me.  So, I lay back, relax, and just let them take charge.

Lia and Jane each take a seat beside me and continued to stroke my hair and face, occasionally straying to caress my torso and shoulders. Olivia steps up to the foot of the bed and pulls all the covers off onto the floor to expose  me completely.  She hooks her thumbs under the tiny strings on my hips and pulls my black thong down my legs. She spreads her blonde curls over me, her forehead on my pelvis so her warm breath washes over my pussy. She teases me with it. Alternating between that warm wash of air and cool streams, stroking me as though her breath were fingers dancing over my labia.  It is maddening. And wonderful. I can’t help myself, my hips twitch, aching for her to touch me.

That one little movement seems to be the signal. Suddenly, almost ravenously,  she pushes her tongue into my folds and takes a long lick. And everyone in the room descends on me like a flight of angels. Dani is the only one who does not join in. She stands in the background, watching, hovering, ready to eject anyone who makes a wrong move.  Safely in the arms of my dearest friends, I surrender the last of my cares and let them take me away.

They touch me, they stroke my thighs. Six pairs of hands dance over my body leaving bliss in their tracks. Mouths on my breasts, nibbles on my hipbones, gentle pinching for my nipples.  Other heads and hands replace Olivia’s.  And kisses. . .a hundred kisses.

It isn’t long before my hips are a foot off the bed, my back is arched and my panting and small moans fill the room.  Jane, who understands my hunger better than anyone, brings me a cock to suck. . .I think it is Steve kneeling there by my head.  But by this time, my senses are so overwhelmed that it could be any of the men present. What is important is that there isn’t a single thing I could desire that they will not bring me.  Carl, Olivia and Bart are at the foot of the bed taking turns licking and sucking and nibbling at my pretty pansy while Lia and Jane dance attendance at my breasts.  Lia pours her Cape Cod over me and starts a frenzy of licking.  Again and again, she pours drinks over me for everyone to lick.

At that moment, Dani yells “Stop!” and the entire group freezes. We all look up at her in concern; a tableau of debauchery just waiting for her to tell us what is wrong. She sways her sweet ass up to the bed, puts one knee next to my hip, and declares “That is mine!” before leaning in to slurp the puddle out of my bellybutton.

For a full hour, my friends shower me with love, liquor and pleasure.   And as they leave the room later, each one kisses me tenderly and wishes me a Happy Birthday.  

I’m used to being the giver. I’m accustomed to taking care of everyone around me. I have never in my life been showered with that much unadulterated acceptance and love. For one hour, I was the client.  And as I tell this story now, I’m getting misty just thinking about them and the most beautiful, loving birthday gift ever.