we're still here.

let's make it like a tent revival, y'all.
get your minds moving, okay?

Awkward Sex

Negotiating soft curves
and round tummies
and hands and arms and pillows
glasses clinking catching
giggling grinning
kissing.
Yummy.

distracted.

i look at my painted fingernails &
believe that they'd look best
making tiny welts against your back

i think that
this shade of lipstick would
compliment your clavicle better
than it ever would my mouth;

i might make better use of these thighs
if they were utilized as a cushion
against which you could thrust.

i don't know how it is,
but i believe i'd smell better covered in your sweat
than i do in tunisian myrrh

& i'd like to think you're as
unsettled as i am right now
open off the speculation
of what it would be to move inside me;

but if that isn't so,
i'll allow these meandering fingers
to do what i wish you would
at the behest of my racing mind.

sweetness

he came just for me--all excited and nervous about being 8 hrs from home.

always sweet. always loveable.
always reaching for my waist or kissing my cheek...

he met everyone...then
we went to bed and stayed there.

dancing in the center of my dorm room to maxwell, he took his time...
i felt him aching to touch me, but he rolled with it--
let our hips talk for awhile first...bent me over fully clothed.

we teased each other
when it got to be too much
we laid down and merged.

we never made love like that again...we finally had all night.
and the morning.

i cried when he left--bitter, horrible tears.
my last taste of home for months.

...i always say i left him for a shadow.

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in my head

in my head,
i've already had you a hundred different ways,
all of them miraculous
my imagination has made your mouth a legendary thing
full
damp w/ expectation
pressed against my breast
your hands gripping my ass through my clothes
while your eyes lock mine down
i'm frozen in this one moment
whispering into your ear what i want you to do to me next
& all the while
inhaling the scent of us
the lovely funk of
thrusting, pushing & pulling
all sorts of
thunderous fucking
gone to another plane
we are easy,
clever lovers
trading energies
jumping over waves
& landing in that sticky sweet
doped up place
. . . in the back of my mind.

The Bliss Project

he picked me up and held me
breast to eyelash
ass to hand.

Digital Envy

I am now in posession of an obscenely short denim skirt
And a pair of black lace stockings
Damn, why don't I own a digital camera?

pink

i painted my fingernails pink
and imagined you underneath that shining enamel
imagined seeing you between the short shorn off ovals
imagined that you didn't have to work tonight didn't live in another city weren't ignoring me like you'd had your fun and were now moving on
imagined that i was scratching you
hearing you groan as little pink stripey welts appeared
imagined kissing those welts away

i knew that you could seduce away my resolve to resist you
seduce away the anger
because all i had to do was remember the things that you'd already whispered in my ear
cock that's harder than it's ever been
and all of the things that still make my clit spasm
so all i'm left to do is revel in small pleasures like clean sheets
and the lingerie you and i were supposed to buy
and the heartbreaking pink kisses
your eagerness to touch and taste
that i don't know will be repeated

just out of reach

it's all in my mind
the touch and the feel
of lips and hands and finger tips
calluses take over
along with unawakened stubble
dry lips gotta move
oughta move
tasting pure sweetness
craving gripping touch
just out of reach
-K

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lenée

Kiss

I kissed her lips
Gently licking
nibbling
tasting
As I would love to be tasted
Allowing my teeth to graze her
Lips while my tongue
Frolicked in a playful dance
Back and forth, mirroring in kind

As her lips closed around mine
Trying to hold me close to her
I looked down
Into the writhing beauty
Of her sighs as he slowly
Moved her to orgasm
My fingers encircling her breast
Trying to hold a moment
Where she could find peace
Trying to find my own ecstasy

untitled

we...
started out almost like strangers
gently petting,
stroking,
touching...softly.
getting to know each other
each
kiss
at a time.
by the time your mouth reached my thigh
i was ready to cry
and i wanted you to feel the warmth inside.
so we stopped the foreplay
because by this time
the desire for lovemaking
became a thing for teenagers.
the words "fuck me baby"
came from parted lips
and then
you
slipped
inside.
the sigh that came forth could awaken the dead.
we toss
we turn
moans become mumbled words
broken sentences
... faster...
the sweet smell of your sweat hits me
mumbled words become stifled screams
...deeper...
my back arches as your teeth graze my breast
our bodies pressed together tightly
unforgiving
you
punish me for past transgressions
with each push
with each pull
nails go farther into your back
hold on.
...harder...
we've become lost in one another
i shadow your every movement
the rhythm
stronger
stifled screams become whispered requests
…please…
…please…
with each push
with each pull
…please
squeezing my eyes tight, I beg.
don't stop
whispered requests become deep moans
…right there
…don't move.
we shudder together- deeply.
wishing that the moment wouldn't end
you
touch my face
i wipe my eyes and smile
we fall asleep
satisfied
as one

mission statement | 1st post

the bliss project.

we are anonymous women who write. we are here to write about love, loving, lovemaking, and the desires intertwined with such. we are not planning to save the world with our words, but to share with the world what's crossed our minds. we are not here to satisfy anyone's need for erotica other before our own needs for catharsis, for jubilation or revelation. this is a safe space to express how we feel about ourselves, our lovers, friends, and experiences. this blog is not limited to fiction, nor is it limited to fact. this blog is an exercise in trust. none of the posters will know who's shared what, as the blog is composed strictly of remote blog entries. that is, if girl 1 and girl 2 are best friends and they both know about the blog, the only way one will know the other has posted is if she has shared that information. we don't want anyone to feel obligated to the rules of polite internet society. this is where we let go and let loose. we are not here to stifle.

we are here to create, inspire, and be as full of bliss as possible.

send requests for the remote blogger e-mail address to me with "the bliss project" in the subject header. i thank you all in advance for your participation.