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Since this blog is still pretty new and we haven’t attained a following yet (and may never!) I’ve been writing about topics that interest me, trying to gain some insight into who our readers are and how they feel about our subject matter. Unfortunately, the dearth of comments on our posts so far indicates that its still too early to gauge who is reading or if you’re even staying past the first paragraph. I hope you are, dear reader because despite the millions of blogs around the net that you might choose from, ours is unquestionably the best (of course)! Maybe you’d like to know who ‘we’ are, because if you knew us you couldn’t help but love us. This blog-site was created by my good friend Sally, who is very talented at creating and operating websites and social-sites, mostly for girls of the lesbian persuasion. We met years ago online and have been hanging around together ever since. And honestly, what can possibly be more fascinating than a couple of hot lesbians baring their souls for you right out in public?! I’ve already bared more than that on one of my posts for those of you with sharp eyes and a prurient nature. Mild nudity will not be uncommon here when topically appropriate so if you are shocked by women’s bodies… fair warning! I used to be a photo and life-model in college ten years ago so I’m not exactly the shy type! Sally and I have both owned our own online social networks, but she is much better at it than I am, so when mine folded four years ago I started working for her and together our individual talents seem to complement each other. She has the internet skills and I have…well nothing really, I’m just a big flirt, so… okay, she could have obviously succeeded quite well without me, but she kindly keeps me around because she is just a wonderful friend and knows I need looking after to keep me out of trouble, which is maybe why she created this blog. I’m the more talkative if not more outspoken of the two of us, and probably the one who’s more likely to offend you unless you’re a flaming liberal feminist like me.

Sally lives and works in Germany now but her heart is still in Scotland where she has a lovely home on the north coast. She is 100% lesbian. I’m 50% lesbian… maybe 60%, which is to say I’m a lesbian at heart, but happen to occupy a bi-sexual body that can’t seem to give up the attention I get from men. Sally forgives this slight flaw in my character for which I am grateful because if we both weren’t involved with other people we’d almost assuredly be involved with each other! We are both business managers by vocation. I live and work in America in a small college-town in east-central Ohio. I grew up out in the country with horses, a twin sister and a slightly dysfunctional family, then went off (a whole thirty miles!) to live in the city for college, modeling and my early business career and after ten years returned to take over my parents’ family-business. I’m also half-Cherokee by blood and Native American culture was a strong influence on me growing up thanks to my grandmother, so you will be reading a lot of Native American lore if you stick around. Sally and I are both very vocal about politics and social issues, environmental issues, and of course women’s issues, so if you are a male chauvinist we’ll be happy to convert you to fair-minded feminism, but if you’re a hard case, please don’t be a troll. We welcome all opinions (some more than others) but you know whether or not you’ll be comfortable with our slant on things here, but we ARE feminists, so our opinions may seem uncompromising if conservative orthodoxy is your thing, or if you’re a Republican, about whom I have absolutely nothing nice to say. Please feel free to contact either one of us, especially if you’re a beautiful lesbian or bi-sexual. Sorry… old habits die hard! ~smile~

(c) March 13, 2013 Bethany Ariel Frasier

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The Falls

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TS560x560You come for solitude, and solace. This place is your special paradise, farther upstream from where the lower falls gather into an awesome cascade attracting so many to its beauty. But these falls are smaller, more personal in scale, and a harder climb to reach for the throngs of tourists who crowd the base of the falls below, so you know you are alone, feeling the special beauty of a natural wonder which is yours to enjoy in peace. As you have done many times before you’ve waded into the foaming pool under the shower tumbling over the massive rocks of the cliff above. You’ve immersed yourself naked as you were when you were born, for this place is virgin purity in your mind and in your heart, drawing you in…beauty to beauty. As the effervescent pool rises around your perfect figure, circling your naked body with sparkling pure water, you close your eyes and cup your hands into its freshness, pulling up cool rivulets which chill your warm skin as it escapes through your slender fingers, following the sensuous curves of your figure as it returns down to the foam again. You cup your full, firm breasts with wet hands and feel your nipples hardening instantly into your palms. You look down at the marvel of your own beauty and are suddenly reminded that most of your body is still above the water-line, so you look to your sides and over your shoulder to see if anyone has intruded into your private world. You relax and close your eyes again as you move towards the mist that is flying off the waterfall. There is nothing but the roar of the falls all around you but again you feel you are not alone. You lower yourself instinctively into the water to hide your nudity until you are re-assured that no one is watching, but then you think to look up, and I am there.

Perched high above you in the rocks near the top of the torrent you see me through the spray sitting with my legs hidden in a side-pool looking down over the falls, in awe of the beauty I see. You. We just stare at each other. Against the glare of the sky you can only see the outline of my body, but I am naked too. My long hair is lifted in waves of silkiness as the breeze generated by the updraft of the falls pulls it away from my shoulders. I stand so you can see me better and know that I am like you, a kindred sister drawn to beauty. A sister who like you, is beautiful. I stretch my arm out and give you a friendly wave and you relax. More than relaxed, you rise from the water to let me see you in all your naked perfection, and you feel aroused when you see that slight movement of attention I make and know that I am aroused too. You watch anxiously as I thread my way down slippery rock crevices and draw closer to you. As I stand upon the edge of an out-cropping you see my whole body for the first time, no longer haloed by the glare of the sky. You see my smile. You see my beauty. But as I teeter on the edge, your excitement becomes tinged with alarm for you are afraid I am about to dive and the water in which you are standing is too shallow for me to survive the fall. But I know these falls, and angle my leap to the side where the pool is deeper. You wade through the water and enter the falls to cut across the distance directly, fearful of what you will find when you emerge from the cascade. Your footing upon the rocks makes the traverse slow-going and your heart begins to race with fear for me, but when you emerge from the shower I am there waiting for you with my wet hair pulled back over one shoulder, my breasts bobbing in the buoyant, oxygen-filled water. You reach out your hand and I swim over to you through the deep pool into which I plunged and regain my footing where the rocks rise beneath you.

“Hi”! we both say together and laugh as I take your hand and you pull me towards you. My foot slides down the slippery face of the the rock upon which I’ve approached you and you catch me, pulling our bodies together. I feel your warmth as my soft breasts press into yours and I hold onto you for support. Underwater my bare feet search for footing and briefly caress yours. I widen my stance so I can stand with you unsupported and feel the rushing water tickling my opening lips between my legs. My mind fills with erotic excitement at the rushing stimulation of my bare-shaved sex and I know the current of water is hitting you the same way. “It feels wonderful, doesn’t it”? you say, but the roar of the falls makes talking difficult so we just stand arm in arm and enjoy the exhilarating feelings we are sharing together. Whether by some magic of the falls or the perfect beauty of the moment, we both feel the connection between us and without even needing to know each others’ names we draw together under the rain of water to kiss. Tentatively at first, and then feeling a welcoming sense of oneness we close warmly upon each others’ mouths and make love with our tongues, learning and sharing not with words, but familiarizing each other with every wordless expression of passion our mouths can impart. As the thrill of the moment sweeps us up together as one pillar of fire the foam swirling around our joined bodies seems more like steam, for the coolness of the whirlpool cannot overcome the heat we are generating together! My thigh lifts and I wrap my leg around you pulling your mound tightly against mine and we both know we are going to share everything together, that the falls which were once our companions in solitude had given us both the gift of each other. Our passion would forever be linked to this place… to this moment, and our union would be consummated under its perfect veil. Hands caressing each others’ breasts in needful urgency and fingers exploring each others’ burning-hot pussies in the cool, swirling waters. My hair whips around in a wet twirl as your fingers find my G-spot and my body shudders in ecstasy. My knees start to buckle and you pull me tightly against you feeling my heartbeat pounding under our breasts. The fire burning in my eyes builds with yours and you smile a wicked grin that melts my heart. I want nothing more than to taste you, to bury my tongue in your sex and deliver you into paroxysms of pleasure.

With a devilish plan I throw us off-balance and we plunge into the foaming water laughing in each others arms and floating with the current towards the edge of the pool. Reaching a flat ledge we pull ourselves up onto the rock which has been warmed by the morning sun and sit together exploring each other with desirous eyes. We kiss and kiss again while I comb my fingers lovingly through your long, wet hair. Rivulets of water trace trails around your sensuous curves raising erotic goosebumps on your flawless skin. My fingertips lead my eyes as they caress their way to your nipples finding the delicious contrast of hardness upon softness. I knead you tenderly between wet fingers and you close your eyes, tilting your chin to the refreshing mist billowing from the falls in tenuous wind drafts. Your thighs part as I kneel between them and I gently lay you back upon soft mosses while my lips descend over your flesh, closing around your nipples. Your sudden intake of breath lifts your breasts into my face and I fill my palms with their soft weight, pulling them together as I suckle you needfully. A shiver trembles through you and I feel your ragged breath blowing away droplets of water as they collect upon your quivering lips. Your body shudders with an urgeful moan and I release your nipple, trailing my tongue down your tummy towards your welling sex. Your fingernails dig into soft moss in anticipation as I round your mons and soon your soft petals are gathered into my tugging lips. I cleave you with my tongue, tasting your sweet, silky discharge and your cries of joy are lost behind the roar of the falls. You look down and see the delighted smile in my eyes and weakly surrender your body to me as I slide my hands under the soft globes of your ass. You squirm and writhe as my tongue wiggles playfully into you and then climbs to tease your hardening nub from under its hood. Your thighs shake and I hold you fast to my lips feeling your climax approaching with every thrust of my tongue. At the edge of ecstasy you hover with your breath caught fast and I finally push you over the precipice like the water falling from the rocks far over our heads, and like the falls you spill your love into my mouth in surging convulsions of pleasure until you are utterly spent, and I am thoroughly satiated. The waterfall now belongs to both of us. We met under its watery canopy as strangers and emerged as lovers.

(c) 2008 Bethany Ariel Frasier

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Bisexual Pride

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Don’t you just hate it when you’re the last to know something? Especially when its something that pertains to you and you have to wonder how you managed to stay uninformed for so long? I just found out that we bi-sexuals have our own flag! It was designed by Michael Page in 1998 to give bi-sexuals a symbol of cultural identity similar to the rainbow flag of the 1970’s which identifies the entire LGBT community. I don’t know exactly where the bi-sexual flag is intended to be displayed. I suppose I could put one on my bedroom door, or carry it proudly in the next Gay Pride Parade, if we ever HAD a gay pride parade around here. I wouldn’t have guessed flag manufacturers have much demand for bi-sexual flags, but surprisingly I just found that I can buy one for $19.95 from BiPrideShop.com. How long has THAT been there? I’ve been bisexual for 20 years and I’m suddenly finding out that I can fly my flag proudly to the world!

That might be really helpful, you know! Each of us could wear our flags conspicuously in public so we know who we are. It could save me a lot of embarrassment when I’m attracted to another girl and if she’s wearing her gay flag or her bisexual flag, I know I’m not barking up the wrong tree! Although I’ve found a disappointing number of lesbians who won’t date bisexual girls! What’s up with that?? I DO bathe after I’ve been with a man, but apparently to some lesbians no amount of ablution is sufficient to cleanse the filth of male sperm from my body. In college I pretended to be a lesbian just to avoid that stigma with strict lesbians… the stigma of smegma! I wonder if gay men are as fussy about being with bisexual men after they’ve been with a girl! Somehow I doubt it! Girls can be pretty catty!

We bisexual women DO have our problems though! Besides lesbians who won’t sleep with us, it can be challenging to find two guys who are willing to be in a threesome with us unless the guys are bisexual too. Straight guys can be so homophobic sometimes that they won’t even share a pretty girl in bed if they have to get their cocks in contact with another cock while doing it! I found that out the hard way, if you’ll excuse the pun. In fact, the best of all possible worlds is for bisexuals to just stick with other bisexuals, male and female! Gays and straights both seem too often to have the unfortunate habit of being jealous about sharing their partners, while bisexuals rarely seem to exhibit any such possessive tendencies and quite often enjoy sharing a lover with someone else. So it seems to me that bisexuals are the most versatile and possibly the happiest of any of the sexual orientations, not only because we have twice as many partners to choose from as opposed to gays and straights, but we have the fewest problems with intimate relationships because jealousy is so rarely an issue. So fly your flag with pride, my fellow and sister bisexuals! Assuming you were even aware that we HAD a flag!

(c) February 18th, 2013 Bethany Ariel Frasier

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