Amateur Bisex Novels & Stories

I was eager to learn and expand my professional network, but I honestly never expected that I would raise my ass for a lovely gentleman with a huge cock. On the first day of the event, I arrived late afternoon, and since I am bi-sexual, I was looking for a hot single mom attending the event to flirt and potentially play with. Since my industry is very male-dominated, the selection was limited, and I had little success. As that day's activities wrapped up, I retreated to my room to relax and surf some porn. During surfing and jerking, I started chatting online with several people but never committed to meeting anyone: just friendly chat and solo fun.

I hope to add Max to my inner circle. Now that there is a hope to have a happy marriage with my arranged husband things have changed. I’m certainly more determined to keep him interested sexually. I know that Max is rough with women when it comes to sex. Most mafia men are, and like typical mafia princess, I like rough too. I’m curious to learn what Max enjoys when it comes to sex. I’ve learned a lot about men and sex thanks to my moms good friend Dedra, who now runs the brothel and burlesque club. Dedra is part of the reason I was able to figure out I was bisexual. She has played a key role in many of our sex lives for one reason or another.

I said as she came closer and begins to undress me and I pulled her in a kiss immediately dipping my hands down to her honeypot, I pulled out from the kiss and pushed her on the bed and I got on her in a 69 position as we suck on each other, moans were heard loud in the room I got up from her as we both got in a tribbing section intertwined our legs together grinding our Virginia's together, I slapped her breast hard causing a red mark as she moaned repetediously. Oh fuck go on baby" "Harder, faster" Fuck I love you" She moaned continuously as I jerked her off really hard and we soon reached our climax and I lapped on all her juice then pulled her into a kiss. Well this is the truth I'm bis

I step back and look him in the eye. “Dude, I love Nova. I don’t know what that makes me but they aren’t exactly a guy. They are non-binary so regardless of what sexual organs they have it isn’t really the same as being into guys. If you must label me then label me as Nova-sexual, because they are the only one I have wanted ever since meeting them.” I blink as the other bouncers kind of cough and I hear a muffled “Queer” before they all start laughing and pat my back.

I clicked on the link and it brought up a very professional looking site, which, for some reason, actually surprised me bit. I saw a link called “Learn more,” so I clicked on it and kept going. I was getting more and more interested as I read the page, which said, “Are you a heterosexual man who’s looking for new experiences? Do you have bisexual thoughts and fantasies that you can’t get out of your head? Do you want to act-out those fantasies with another man in a safe and confidential way? If this sounds like you, we will match you with someone who shares your desires.”

I said carefully, “does that mean... are you both... bi?” Doug gave a small nod, but it was Jennifer who responded. “We’ve shared a few men over the years. Doug realized he was bisexual a while ago, and we started exploring that side of ourselves together. Sometimes with couples. Sometimes with single partners. It’s not a free-for-all. It’s intentional. Consensual. Sexy as hell.” She glanced toward Doug and smiled. “With me, he usually submits. But with men… he leans dominant.” The firelight danced across her features, softening her face. My panic began to untangle, replaced by something warmer. Heavier. A quiet hunger I hadn’t let myself feel in years.

APRIL 8, 2025 Dear Diary, Oh, where do I even begin? So much to tell you, especially after today. You know, I've always been one of those women with a rather high sex drive, and thankfully, my husband Ryan and I, both in our early forties, are perfectly matched in that regard. We're both bisexual, and we've cultivated this wonderful open relationship where inviting another man or woman into our bed is quite common. It keeps things wonderfully vibrant, if you know what I mean.

“What? Really?” “I’m not putting my cock anywhere near a homophobic guy’s mouth.” He said it so casually it took me a second to catch up. “So yeah.” I opened my mouth, then closed it. Kael was bisexual. Openly, publicly, famously so — he’d said it on national television during a magazine interview with the particular bluntness of someone who found the concept of softening their words deeply unnecessary. “I don’t care about gender when I’m dating or when I’m fucking.” His exact words. The interviewer had blinked. Kael had looked bored.

I had come to the club to find a man that would satisfy me because I have been feeling hit yet and I need some sex. That’s actually my life , I pay men or women to have sex with me because I like to be dominant. I am bisexual , sometimes I get to have sex with both. I had entered the club and picked a man and a woman to have sex with. The club management already knew me, so I paid for a room which I and the men entered to have sex. We had sex and I stepped out to leave then I saw Mikel and his bought girlfriend enter the club. I wanted to attack them both but I knew I might get hurt in the process so I called my girls to come and join me.

Okay fine, Ma'am Ken will be quiet. He started to dress me, he put on my panties. Pfft, I'm actually laughing because he closes his eyes tightly and then keeps looking away from my body. Is Hubby jealous of my body? He really wants to be a woman. I'm sorry Ken because it looks like you're really made of juice, this god to me. It's ugly if you became a woman and then you were made for me, right? Hmm, so what are we bisexual? Or maybe lesbian? Oh my, maybe gay??