Bougainvillea, ballet and dolphins

Virgin Gorda Flora

 The photo: Bougainvillea on the walls of my home on virgin Gorda. There are also violet and yellow plants as well and I love that some of it smells like honeysuckle.

Ballet and vacation: It’s a delight to get away where there isn’t someone always wanting a bit of my time and I can relax with almost no responsibilities. The only must is that the girls and I take at least one 90 minute class every morning, At my age I shouldn’t take any time away from the barre as it’s a struggle getting back in shape so it’s a lot easier to just make at least one class per day a normal part of my vacation schedule. As returning readers know I rarely wear slippers, preferring dead pointes or new pointes if I’m breaking in new shoes, for class. That way I keep my feet toughened. I have brought along my Gaynor Mindens to play in, but returning readers will remember that I prefer to train and perform in bespoke Freed Classics which I think, because the shoes have molded to my feet, give me much greater confidence and permit a wider range of expression.

Fertility: I’m CD 14 and ovulated today. I’m still closely enough involved with Bea and Cyndi that they are in menstrual synchrony with me so they are fertile now as well. Cyndi has a stringless GyneFix copper IUD inserted, but Bea and I are dependent on cervical barriers for contraception so we are wearing Suckers as well as Reflexions for dive-sex.

I love my fertile time of the month because all my senses and my creativity are at their height for these few days. Which reminds me that is another thing I love about Freeds, the scent of moist pointes after a hard class; damp leather, fabric, paste, rosin and sweat that makes a unique bouquet with the scent from the bougainvillea on the walls surrounding the protected patio on which we take class.

My studio: I’ve had the studio redesigned and relocated to a patio overlooking North Sound and the Atlantic in the distance. With the roof and the north and east walls of retractable glass the view is stunning - with Prickly Pear Island about two miles off to the north east across North Sound and Baker’s Bay to the south - and the breeze off the ocean is delightful. We take class with our backs to the ocean so we aren’t distracted. I had a fully sprung floor put down on top of the patio stone so there is no worry of training on hard surfaces. In addition to the bougainvillea there are several large Night Blooming Cereus plants below that patio that I hope will bloom while we are here. The large white blossoms are gorgeous and have a strong delightfully sweet woodsy scent.

Recreation: It’s off season with the temps high and occasional showers, but the weather has been great. We have the use of his Grace’s sailboat, the Lusty Lass IV, so we can explore the other islands or have a picnic in a deserted cove or dive the wall a few miles east of the islands. And with the ocean breeze time with a book by the pool is to be treasured. Then there is ballet-sex and dive sex with the guys and even in the rain swimming with the small pod of dolphins or exploring the lava tube on the bottom of the cove below the house are thrills enough for everyone.

Dolphins in the cove: I’m hoping for sex with one of the male dolphins while we’re here. I’ve written about it before and there is a young male of about 250 lbs, I’ve named him Junior, who is the right size.  He doesn’t seem to have a mate and I’ve been swimming with him as much as I can. I think he may be interested in me because he likes bumping me and pushing me toward the cove bottom. By caressing his genital slit I hope I can get him to penetrate me. In earlier dive-sex with ‘freckles’ my former dolphin lover I wore a mask, regulator and used an 80 cu ft tank. I wore an Oves then for flood insurance and even with his prehensile penis Freckles never pulled Oves off my cervix so I should be safe as far as upper reproductive tract protection is concerned.

Dive gear: This time I ‘m a bit better prepared with my dive gear.  I’m using an OTS Guardian FFM and a 130 cu ft HP steel tank. A 130 is far too large to allow rear penetration, but for dive-sex in the ocean I prefer missionary so I can watch my partner to try and avoid accidents. I have a cage guard over the valves at the top of the tank so if I get pushed into coral it won’t damage the valves and first stage. Ever since Anya had her upper arm badly torn several years ago, when a lusty dolphin forced her on to the bottom while trying to breed her, I’ve been wearing a 5mm vintage rubber beavertail jacket (with brass wrist and front zips and brass crotch twist fasteners) and hood to protect my trunk and arms if that happens to me. The twist fasteners allow me to be almost immediate available if a male is interested. I’m hoping that if I use lots of DiveGel and guide him inside me and wrap my legs around his tail my legs should be ok if I’m forced on to the bottom under him. Other reasons I’d like to avoid sex with one of the pods bulls are because their penises are too long and the older ones can have barnacles growing on their skin that can cut as bad as coral if his weight is on a diver.  .

The cove: The bottom where the lava tube collapsed and the aquifer empties into the cove is at about 60 feet and that depression covers around 1200 sq feet while the rest of the cove is an average of 35 feet deep tapering to 120 it the mouth where it empties into the sound. The outflow of cold fresh water is great enough and the aquifer current strong enough that the water in the lava tube depression is mostly fresh causing divers weighted for seawater diving to be a bit over weighted for the less dense cold fresh water in the depression so it’s best to wear a BC to prevent continually adjusting weights. On the bottom of the lava tube depression I’ve had anchors sunk in the rock to attach ankle leash tethers for dive-sex to hold the couple in place in the current.

The other girls and I usually breathe regular air diving the cove, but if I intend to play with Junior I’ll dive Nitrox to extend my depth and bottom time and wear my Scuba Pro Ladyhawk back flotation BC with air2 as well as an inflator hose off an octopus so if something happens to my main air I stand a better chance of getting to the surface. With dolphins you can never be sure what they will do. The nice thing about the back flotation of the Ladyhawk is that it allows me to get closer to my partner to be easily penetrated in missionary.   My cove can be such an exciting place!

Brenda and lesbian sex

Purple Freeds in which I dance my signature Bolero solo.

The Photo: I love this photo! I think it allows a non dancer to get some idea of the power, beauty and magic that a trained ballet dancer experiences in a pair of pointe-shoes.

Brenda and the fetish aspect of diaphragms:

[Brenda] I do apologize and was unaware of the limits on your viewing longer posts. What you refer to was an update on my diaphragm play and I really do not know whether others are interested or not. No one, other than you, has commented. My present primary relationship is with another bi- woman who has not been aware of your awakening my interest in diaphragms.

[Jill] It may well be that there is a way to view longer comments before posting them, but if so I’m not aware of it. So thank you for commenting in multiple shorter comments. Actually, I think my readership is quite interested in reading about the sex-lives of Bi and Lesbian women, but may be a bit modest to comment or ask questions perhaps fearing being misunderstood. However, when I have ‘lesbian’ in the title of an entry that seems to increase the page views, so there is interest.

[Brenda] She was giving me a vulvar massage (heavenly), I knew that she would be delving much deeper and I was curious of her reaction to finding the spring. She completed the massage without hesitation until I had a crashing orgasm. One of those near out of body experiences. She maintained pressure on my pudenda, cuddled me and asked, "Why the diaphragm." This led to a long discussion of earlier experiences affecting present sex life and we each learned much about the other's sexual history, desires, likes and dislikes. Very educational.

During the discussion, she mentioned that she had never had a diaphragm inside her. I immediately removed it from me and inserted it into her. I went down on her and we fell asleep. Over tea in the morning I asked how she liked a diaphragm in her. She looked confused and, recovering, admitted she had forgotten all about it. She removed and I washed it and set it to dry for the day. I do believe that it was just a bit small for her but that did not matter. Please feel free to publish, or not, anything I send you. I do wish other participants would join in more. You host an interesting blog.

The diaphragm games continue. Eva spent the night last night [Thursday Oct 25, 2012] and expressed she has a male date for this weekend. She is looking forward to a little penis time and had a request. Now that she has experienced a night with a diaphragm in her, she wants to experience a penis along with a diaphragm in her. I gave her my Reflexions and, at the same time, washed and gave the old silicone diaphragm a vinegar soak. I need something for inside me the next few nights. She has no real need for the protection but is simply curious to know what it is like to use a diaphragm and remove it the next morning. Agreeing with you that latex is more likely to give her the whole experience, that is what I chose to share. I also recommended that she fill it with Surgilube instead of the unnecessary spermicidal vaginal jelly. It is, after all, pretty much the same except for the Non-9. There are not many diaphragms that experience two different vaginal environments and soaking with different semen potions

[Jill] I do hope Eva knows and can trust her male partner about being free of STIs. Using a condom takes all the fun out of having a diaphragm inserted, but if his sexual history is unknown it can be risky. But you being a Gyn I imagine you have discussed all that with her. If it turns out that she likes wearing a diaphragm, have you considered gifting her with one in her size? It would be such a loving and intimate gesture. Here, because we have so many different male partners STI testing is frequent, but there are still cases of YI and BV if the girls aren’t fastidious about their hygiene.

[Brenda] I read your posts about screwing dolphins and passed them off as a bit of your amazing imagination. Today I was looking for a dive vacation and ran across this "warning." The described behaviour of the animal was not dissimilar to your description. Except it was trying to fuck a guy.

[Jill] Male Dolphin’s have been known to attempt sex with inanimate objects; pilings for example, as well as humans and it can be dangerous having sex with them even in the best of circumstances. I try to find a young and small male, not that 250 lbs isn’t plenty large! And young because not only the weight of the older larger ones, but the fact that the older ones can have marine growths on them that are razor sharp so when they rub against you they can shred a wetsuit and whatever part of the body that’s under it. Getting pushed to the bottom and held there for breeding is a standard dolphin maneuver against an unwilling partner. I have a woman friend who, while wearing a 5 mm wetsuit, had an arm badly cut up when a frisky male pushed her down and dragged her across coral before her human dive buddy could get him off her. It can be such a thrill mating with another species but it’s very risky!

Intimacies between species

Bottlenose dolphin


Inter-species encounters: During the first few days of July we had a marvelous opportunity while at my villa on the north shore of Virgin Gorda There was a pod of dolphins nearby for the entire time we were there. The calves and their moms, called cows, and the bulls and their harems were offshore and the young males were in the cove below my house looking for someone or some thing to have sex with. So we brought the boat around and anchored in the cove and used it as a diving platform. Some years ago I had had an intimate relationship with a dolphin I called Freckles. I was hoping to see him again but if he was there we never connected. I had told the girls what a wonderful time I had with Freckles and when we found the male dolphins were in the cove Anya suggested we try and duplicate my cross-species adventure again. I was all for it but cautioned Anya and Taryn that being around randy male dolphins could be dangerous especially if the immediate object of their affection attempted to avoid mating with them. The male’s standard technique with a female who is proving elusive is to force her on to the seabed and hold her there while he penetrates her and fills her with semen. Male dolphins are known to frequently initiate sexual encounters with humans and so we were thinking if we were lucky perhaps we could each have an intimate encounter with one of the younger males. We were hoping for younger males because they are smaller than the fully grown ones though at 300 lbs a 2 y/o is massive when you are belly-to-belly with him. And because the older bulls can have barnacles on their skin that can shred a wetsuit or open a girl’s belly or thighs like a scalpel if he is pushing against you. So if you have the chance it’s a good idea to check out a male’s under side before mating with him to make sure that his skin is smooth.

Size does matter: Another critically important reason to stay away from fully grown males is that their penises can be 10 to 14 or so inches long and 2 – 3 inches thick something any woman would want to stay away from even if it wasn’t delivering 300 to 500 pounds of thrust at the tip of a 2 or 3 inch diameter rod. A young male can be sexually mature but not fully grown so if you are able to get a small one chances are that he may be 8 or 9 inches long and 2 inches thick so an experienced woman wearing a strapless FemCap as a sports shield and thrust buffer may be able to take him in relative safety. It’s all in his size and how lucky you feel that day. Once you are penetrated you are pretty much at his mercy. There may be the possibility of reaching his flippers with your hands and pulling yourself off his penis but the current due to his forward motion is very strong so it would be a struggle, and, if he is too large or the woman too small that option may not exist at all. In preparation we all inserted a 10ml applicator of dive-gel in our vaginas and we all wore only the tops of our Tankinis as rash guards. There was no point in wearing the thong bottoms as all the men who were along could recognize each of us by our vulvas but more importantly we needed to be fully and immediately accessible if we found a suitable dolphin to mate with.

The dive: Our dive started well. Cyndi went down with us wearing a thong. She was supposed to stay close to the yacht and watch for possible trouble as I didn’t want to chance a 16 y/o being injured during a sexual encounter with a dolphin especially if she had initiated it. Taryn, the 18 y/o was the first to attract male interest. He was a bit larger than I would have preferred about 10 feet long and 250 lbs but he seemed to be young and his belly was smooth and pink which meant that he was sexually aroused which was already obvious since his eight inch erection was on display and he was rubbing it against Taryn’s belly and wrapping it around her wrist. He easily separated her from the rest of us and as he covered her she spread her legs and adjusted her hips to help him enter her. We could all see when the moment of penetration came as there was this great rush of bubbles as she gasped and arched her back which caused their direction to move sharply downward. I swam along side for a minute or two and motioned that she needed to lie as flat as possible against him to prevent being taken deeper and perhaps trapped against the cove bottom. She signaled she was ok and snuggled against him and the mated couple’s depth settled out at about 40 feet, 20 feet off the bottom. It was over in less than three minutes with the young male ejaculating in her with such force that I could see her back arch, her legs shot wide in a spilt and her head was lost in a cloud of bubbles as she tried to deal with the release of his semen under pressure that would cause it to spew ten or more feet under water. Then he headed up while still penetrating her and at about 20 feet he withdrew and nuzzled her then swam away. She waved that she was ok and I swam to meet her. She gave me the thumbs up and I saw she was Kegeling his load which was thick and in creamy strands as she forced most of it into the water.

My interested friend: As we were swimming leisurely back toward the yacht the same dolphin appeared next to us again and this time he was interested in me displaying his pink belly and rubbing his 10 inch erection on my belly below my BCD. He suddenly pushed between Taryn and me and before I knew it I was alone beneath him with his tip wriggling to get inside me as he propelled me away from the yacht. Even though I’d taken a dolphin a few years ago I was very concerned about how I was going to do this time even though Taryn had come through being first just fine. I tried to relax my pelvic muscles and he shoved his 2 inch diameter shaft through my oculus and as he pushed deeper into me the muscles of my vaginal barrel automatically tightened but there was no slowing down much less stopping his penetration until he hit the dome of my strapless FemCap. Then I suddenly felt a swelling in my vagina as his penis balled itself up and it felt as though I was being fisted! Then it straightened again and I felt his prehensile tip feeling the FemCap which was sucking tightly on my cervix. I was so glad I hadn’t worn just an Oves for the dive because with the flexibility of that tip he could have grabbed the tiny cap and pull it off. He couldn’t have gotten my preggers of course, but he might well have given me a pelvic infection or an embolism if he forced his semen into my uterus. I kept my legs spread enough that he could settle his genital slit over mine and could feel the wash of his powerful fluke as it propelled us through the water.

He gets off deep inside me: The best I could tell he was taking me in a circle around the boat when he could have just as easily taken me straight out to sea, but I hoped that was unlikely as he would meet the bulls in his pod and a larger male might take me away from him. I really didn’t want to think of two dolphins fighting over which one of them was going to fuck me. Even when scared I was so turned on because of his thickness and the texture of his shaft that he quickly took me to a series of the most wonderful G-spot orgasms. At 10 inches I was comfortable with him ramming my FemCap and as with my human male partners I could tell when he was about to come as his shaft began to swell even more just before he reached orgasm. When he came if I hadn’t had my spit-strap fastened I’m sure I would have expelled my reg! It was at the same time softer but much more intense as he released probably 100ml of semen into me under such pressure that it hit the silicone barrier of my FemCap and then formed a bulge as it moved down my vagina as it was forced back along his thickness and squirted out into the ocean between my labia and around his shaft. I’m guessing about the quantity based on the amount that was forced out around his shaft while he was still inside me and the amount I Kegeled out after he withdrew. I had forgotten what an amazing feeling it was to have such an intelligent marine mammal complete its mating ritual leaving its seed in me. Sexual intercourse with a dolphin is certainly not for everyone, but for an adventuresome woman who is properly protected it is an amazing experience not to be missed!

Anya on the bottom: My mate left me at about the same depth, 30 feet, at which he found me on the other side of the boat from Taryn who, when I got my breathing and heart rate under control and looked over to where she was, was pointing to Anya who was struggling with a larger male which was trying to mate with her. She wasn’t winning. As soon as she rolled out from under him he was back on top of her and each time he was steering her toward shore. At that location the beach slopes down to about 20 feet below sea level then drops straight down another 50 feet to the seabed in most of the rest of the cove and as we watched he forced her into the sandy bottom just on the land side of the submerged cliff. There was this great cloud of sand as her tank dragged along the bottom and I prayed that her equipment didn’t snag on something and tear apart with the stress. As we swam closer the sand began to settle and I could see that her air hose had caught on a coral spike and since her spit-strap was fastened she still had her reg in her mouth, but her head was at an extreme angle against her tank. The coral spur was acting as a pivot. She was being turned in a tight circle around the spur by her 500 pound lover. Her air hose tethering her to the spot and as she revolved the hose was being abraded. I was able to get close enough to try to lift the tightened hose off the coral spike but by then it had worn a grove in the coral and the armored sheathing was showing through the outer layer of the hose and I couldn’t get it off the coral. The huge male paid no attention to me and continued turning her for a minute or so longer until he finished inside her and a cloud of creamy semen floated out from between her legs. After that he lost interest, withdrew and swam away. I sent up an emergency buoy which meant that the medical team was to meet us on the beach. Once Anya was out from under the dolphin she signaled she could move on her own and she and Taryn headed for the surface and the beach while I went back to get Cyndi.

Cyndi’s clear choice: I got back to the yacht just in time to see a 200 pound male finishing inside Cyndi with the now familiar cloud of creamy semen jetting from between her legs! After he withdrew she rubbed his dome and they seemed to kiss and he swam away. Well, so much for looking out for the welfare of my 16 y/o ward! I knew that she is extremely practical and seems to get calmer the worse a situation gets so I was never too concerned, but I’d have rather she had the experience a bit later in life. But, given that she was diving with us she really had no choice when confronted by an eager male. Fortunately we were all protected with FemCaps and in that regard they worked extremely well. She was right to acquiesce to her admirer’s attentions rather than fight a battle she knew she would lose and quite probably be injured in the process. We swam back to the boat and a crewman took us to the beach in a zodiac where we could be with Anya and Taryn while Chuck and a servant came down to the beach from the villa.

Anya’s injuries: When we got to the beach Chuck had just arrived. Her arm was bleeding but was able to walk up to the house where Chuck cleaned as much of the sand as he could out of her badly scraped right arm and packed the wound with an antibiotic ointment and started her on Zithromax. He also put her in a cervical collar for her sprained neck. She has been in NYC with her parents for surgery to repair a rotator cuff tear and plastic surgery on her upper arm where she was forced into the sand as she pivoted around the coral. She should make a full recovery but will require physical therapy for her neck and shoulder and perhaps another operation to remove the remaining scars from her arm. . Fortunately there was no muscle damage. She is back to taking class but can’t tie her ribbons so has had thick elastics crossed over her insteps sewn on her pointes – stripper style - so she can slip them on and off. She won’t be performing for a few weeks as her shoulder and upper arm recover.