Hotel Bliss Guest Blog

Seriers coming soon - Friends and Lovers

I want to have a series of “There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time.” Friends and lovers will be my soon to come series of the most special loves of my life current and past.

Does it sound interesting enough?

Vegas?

So my first venture to Vegas was pretty tame. Granted I went with the significant other but still. This time I’ve decided to venture out to the Fremont area. When I envision Vegas I think of all the lights. First time I went I stayed on the strip and was disappointed. I saw a lame show called Bite that consisted of topless vampires. Yes it was as bad as you are probably thinking. This time I really want a what happens in Vegas…type moment. I’m calling it Operation Sex Drugs and Rock n Roll just because I couldn’t come up with a better name. I am definitely going to Forty Deuce to see some good ol’ Burlesque. I’m a huge fan. That is my top priority. After that comes getting inebriated. I’m going roughly in October. I am open to recommendations and what stays in Vegas type stories. I’m talking fetish clubs, seedy underbelly type things. I want a memorable time. So any places you recommend are welcome!

AND THEN THERE WERE TWO - Chapter Four - The Taste of Tingles

This is the fourth chapter of a serialized true story of a girl, her man, and the female lover he introduced her to. Missed the first chapters in the story? AND THEN THERE WERE TWO: Chapter One, Chapter Two and Chapter Three.

I have a tendency to forget the endings of things…books, movies, TV shows. This is a strange inherited trait from my mother. On one level, I think it is a trick of the mind so that I can re-visit things time and again which I love or find moving and still experience an element of surprise. But also, I have learned that for as much as my analytical brain determines so much of my day to day existence that when I become involved with something driven by or experienced through the heart and body, it all resonates in a sensory realm. I can’t quote poetry or passages of a play or half the time remember the author of a favorite book not because of a lack of care, quite the opposite; because whatever it is has shifted my emotions around leaving an imprint on my heart.

The same is true with people. Certain specific details remain but after a meaningful exchange, I am left not with what travels through the concrete mind but rather the sensations and emotions carried, held close and dear within in my body. While my past experiences were varied and absolutely always from my heart, I knew I was entering into a different space. This romance, this exchange, this path, would continue beyond the immediate opportunity of the present evening. In spite of the true totality of love I felt for Louis in every dark and light cavern within my being…I had a life, even if small or brief, a life none-the-less to live with this woman.

For as much as Gemma and I were a sparking roller coaster of word-play and conversation when she joined Louis and I for dinner — or while sitting on the wicker bench of Marcus’ garden — or even with Marcus when he arrived home that night — as soon as the bedroom door closed behind me, words lost their place. There simply wasn’t room for them. Only the sounds of an old house settling in for the night, the wind tickling leaves outside, and the whisper of clothes slipping from our bodies floated around the room.

When I think of that first night with Gemma, it comes in flashes much like a succession of cut-aways in a film. When I stop for a moment, I can still smell her skin, taste the last of the red wine on her tongue, or feel the trail of tingles the entire length of my spine left by her fingers. My right cheek will still glow with the warmth from her inner thigh. The nape of my neck shivers at the flash of her palm slowly gliding along my back until her fingers playfully curled themselves around locks of my hair. Goosebumps prick my flesh with the memory my belly carries of Gemma’s eyelashes fluttering across my skin as she sprinkled kisses over my tummy…

Our rhythm moved us through the hours that night in true grace. Women are bold, unafraid, do not shy away from and seem to inherently understand the joy and thrill found in slowness. This is not to say that a fierce, quick taking of the body doesn’t have an important place within the scheme of things- of course it does. But, with her body, Gemma listened to mine and we took our time to understand that conversation, a conversation that grew more excited and intense with each new discovery, each new taste. Ours was not a goal motivated experience. The passion, the desire was deepened by the willingness to explore and sink below the waves in order to exist in the roaring quiet of how I, Violet, and she, Gemma, were waking up the other’s beating body.

Waterloo appeared before me and I climbed out of the car. Even though it was only 10am, I needed a nap and Louis, Louis, Louis… would be home from his business trip the next day, weakening my knees with a kiss of tingles all his own.

XOXO
V.
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August Brunch

I am the first to arrive as usual but this time I have sexy Susie to keep me company and get some tables together. Now as usual we had a ton of girls RSVP that they were attending and the norm is only half show up. We gathered together about four tables and 8 chairs in anticipation of my guestimate. I excuse myself from the table and grab some fruit and tea.

As I am waiting in line the two most sexiest women, whom I was lucky enough to spend some time with alone last night, come prancing in all dolled up so fantastic. Anna and Dee!!! Now let’s get this party started! They both are dressed to nines and let me tell you did they turn some heads that day!! Anna in her pink skirt and stripper shoes, Dee in the black slit skirt and off the shoulders top was enough to make any girl/guy hot!!!

Carly was the next to arrive and for the next 30 minutes it was just us four. Carly was talking about bringing a session to Albuquerque for women sexuality wich we all agreed would be a great idea and the conversation picked up from last night about female ejaculation. “The first time I ejaculated I though I peed!” That was my statement about it and come to find out almost every woman there thought the same thing. “Every man should be instructed on how to perform it!!”, “In fact I sent a thank you card to a lovers ex-girlfriend for teaching him the things he did.” said Dee.

Everyone one of us promptly agreed that there should be more instructional videos on the female ejaculation. Tell me have you ejaculated? Have you made a woman ejaculate?? Just would love to know……

Soon after we were joined by five other fabulous women and I actually was able to introduce them all to each other. (very proud because I am bad with names) I love the diversity in the women you meet at events like this. We had a couple of ladies brand new to Albuquerque and I think this was a great introduction to them both having moved from larger areas.

9 fabulous women showed to this brunch, the best turn out yet!! Conversations ranged from raising boys and how do single mothers deal with penis issues to wanting to plan a float in next years pride. A few of us were discussing attending a Dominatrix show later this month when Gina informs us, “The dress for the next show is duct tape.” “Duct tape?! You mean we make an outfit from duct tape!?!?” I was in shock to hear this in Albuquerque of all places. Being from the San Francisco bay area someone could say that and I wouldn’t flinch. There was a sense of glee that washed over me and thought to myself, how wonderful a place I have chosen in Albuquerque.

We then discussed the different colors and uses of duct tape and all the connections Gina has to costuming, including liquid latex. Ahhh latex!! One of my most favorite things to play with!! We soon learn that her connections could possible get us a large penis and vulva costume for pride next year on our float. We all agree what a great idea!!! And here begins the spawn of Albuquerquer’s Bliss Warriors float for next year! I am so excited!!! (anyone with thoughts and ideas to do this would be greatly appreciated!)

This blog is a short one because I just can’t properly represent how wonderful this month’s brunch went! Ladies thanked me for hosting and I informed them of Thursday’s Happy Hour open to all men and women. We huged and said our goodbyes.

If you would like I have posted a short, not very good quality video that you may view in my basement on Hotel Bliss. Special thanks to Bliss Warrior for creating the forefront of a bi-sexual movement. May you continue to inspire world-wide!! Much Love!!!

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Work and pleasure

Until about a month ago I was a proud member of the Lusty Lady - the only worker-owned, unionized sex business in the world. Yep, co-op, union and naked chicks. Only in San Francisco, folks! 

The Lusty is a peep show: customers come in, find a booth, plug in their money, the window goes up and what they do in there is their business. And they do everything. Yes, everything. I saw more dick in my first month there than I had seen in my entire sexual life and I haven’t exactly been unpopular. 

The work itself is almost boring: window goes up, girl bumps, grinds and shakes, window goes down. Next!  My co-workers are what made it fun. Over half the Lusty dancers are lesbians - the rest are bi. There were a handful of outlier straight girls, but the general consensus was that they just hadn’t met the right girl yet. 

One of the features of the Lusty is The Corner Booths. The corner booths are there for ADA compliance. The windows are larger and the booths are big enough to accommodate a wheelchair. However, no one could ever remember seeing a wheelchair-using patron - what the corner booths were mostly used for was S.E.X. 

The window would go up and we would suddenly find ourselves treated to a live sex act. Woohoo! A fair number of couples would use the booth for a quickie. In, out, back on the street in under 10 minutes. My favorites would linger, they were having a threesome with me as the non-touching third. Yeah, baby.

One couple in their mid-forties came in on one of my last nights. They started slow, I think it was his idea to be there. She was shy and looking down. I finally managed to catch her eye and she instantly softened. Her partner pulled her to her feet and moved behind her so there was nothing between us but a plane of glass.  

As they fucked, her eyes didn’t leave me the whole time. I think her partner forgot I was there, but neither of us cared. They stayed until they both got off, her eyes roaming my body while I moved in front of their window. 

I have no idea if she was bi to begin with, I hope that night started her down a path of self-discovery. At any rate, it made my job a lot more fun that night.

First blog

I’m going to post something innocent and friendly until I figure out just where this will appear. I have a lot of Hotel Bliss-specific stuff to write, but I need to get comfortable with the medium. 

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

Missed Parts One and Two of She Danced Into My Fairytale? CLICK HERE to read Part One and CLICK HERE to read Part Two.

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

Toronto Alley Catz

Last Saturday Night, a group of Toronto Bigirls went out for a night of dinner, dancing and debauchery.  We had met previously at the Bliss Brunch and some of the ladies had sparked up a few flames before the night even started.  Thanks to Hotel Bliss, we passed on emails to eachother in anticipation of our evening out.  What a great way to create sexual tension!

We met for dinner at a Jazz Club called AlleyCatz.  Situated in a cozy and dark corner of the lounge, we were able to flirt and fondle eachother unabashedly.  I was treated to a most delicious kissing session in the bathroom by one of our luscious ladies.  We giggled over our meals while exposing our breasts to each other and nuzzling naughtily!

After dinner, we headed downtown to Slacks, a lesbian bar in the gay district.  The party continued as we danced, flirted and teased eachother playfully.  From this point in the evening, I was whisked away by 2 of our gorgeous bigirls to a hotel room where we indulged in each others sexuality.  It was electric, erotic, exciting and enthralling…I am still pinching myself to wake up from this experience!  All I can say to all of you Bliss Warriors out there is that our Toronto Bigirls are bodacious, beautiful, brilliant and brazen.

I can’t wait for our next events coming up in August…the Back Alley Sexy Book Swap and Lunch and the Sensual Dinner at The Sultan’s Tent.

Please contact me for more details and stay tuned for our next racey report from Toronto!

Are you coming out or staying in?

You’ve seen someone do it. You’ve probably done it yourself. I have.

I had recently been introduced to someone by my friends, and I made the casual-yet-daring remark that I was bi. As soon as I said it, I hit myself mentally. I felt overextended, overexposed. Here was a near stranger, and I was already telling them I was bi. Is this how I want myself defined? As the bi girl?

Well, you’re probably saying, where’s the harm in that? You should be proud to be bi. And yes, I know that people tend to describe others by things like gender, sexual orientation and race. But is that the thing you want to sum up your identity? Is that how you want to be judged by others, by who you have sex with?

Love is one thing, and sharing who you love with people is quite different… but what kind of sex you have is not something people have to acknowledge you for. Many women are with men, married or dating… yet like to play with girls on the side, or have a secondary relationship with a woman… Why would you need to tell your parents you have threesomes? Who really is on a need-to-know basis about your sex life besides your lover(s) and your gynecologist? Why does being private and secret about one’s sexuality/sex life equal being ashamed of who we are? It’s not shame; it is reserving the knowledge of who we are to our lovers and friends.

It is none of your parents’ or boss’s or coworker’s business whom you have sex with. Long term relationships, marriages, those things are different. But the type of person or acts that are involved in your sex life is not their business. Do you need to know about your boss’s or parent’s sex life (besides the obvious your parents had hetero sex at least once to have you thing)?

In a perfect world, we would be loved for all the depth and breadth of who we are as people. Yet most everyone sees only a slice of who we are: who you are at your job, who you are with your parents, or your siblings, your friends, your lover, your spouse. You will show different aspects of yourself based on who you are with. That may or may not include your sexuality. You can be respected, admired, loved for an aspect of you without being loved for all of you. That is why it is so special when someone comes along who does love all of you.

Being bisexual is not the only thing that makes you lovely, lovable, interesting, sexy, or open-minded. There is much more to you than who you have sex with and someone can appreciate who you are without knowing or appreciating your sex life.