Best Bisexual Books Novels & Stories

It was at the playground, when she’d come to pick up Lisa–the extra cute little girl I’d instantly fallen in love with the moment I laid eyes on her. “Of course I do. How‘s little Lisa?” “She’s good. And she won’t stop talking about you.” “She’s a nice kid.” I admitted, “She is,” Rose agreed, before her gaze shifted to the book in my hands. “Interesting selection,” she commented, with a small smile and I looked down at the book I'd picked. ‘Beginners Guide; How to Ruin a Man in Bed.’ Out of all the books in the library, I just had to pick this one. Heat rose to my cheeks—good thing it was hidden beneath the curtain of my hair.

I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I

"I love Dane so much, Vivian, so damn much. But I can't be intimate with him because of my sexuality." "Are you sure it's your sexuality? I've heard of lesbians who has been into girls for years but when they had sex with a man, they loved it." Raine laughed and it came out hollow. Empty. "Bisexuals, Vivian. They are bisexual. There's a big difference. If there's hundred percent of girls in this country....sixty percent are straight, thirty-eight percentage are bisexuals and only two percents are lesbians." She paused, taking another sip. "We're that few in this country. Bigger in America but then again, only a few of us are that way from birth." she paused, "It's also the same with homosexu

Rather than feel ashamed, Jenn was exhilarated and turned on by her new found, bisexual lust. As she continued to rub her little clit, Jenn could see her mom's juices coating Andy's cock and running out of her pussy down between the cheeks of her plush ass. Andy seemed capable of fucking her mom like this forever. He didn't slow down, and Jenn could see that his cock was rock hard with the thick veins standing out as if his dick was cast in bronze. Fuck, Jenn thought to herself, if Andy fucks me like this next weekend, he might kill me. The thought of fucking her step-dad in just a few days drove her crazy and she started rubbing her clit faster and with more purpose.

Emmeline's nails dug so hard into her palms the skin nearly broke. The implication was clear, designed to make her feel like just another temporary body in an endless parade of conquests. But the sheer audacity of the woman standing before her ignited a vicious spark of defiance. "You know… I've read a lot of books about priestesses." Emmeline tilted her head, raking a slow, deliberately unimpressed gaze over Elainna's flawless figure. "They're usually described as holy. Pure. Above the sins of the flesh." Elainna's serene smile remained, though her eyes sharpened.

Rio said behind me, dragging me away downwards down a path to the village, “He never makes up his mind about anything! It’s not my fault all the women he likes end up coming my way.” “Le guh o me!” I demanded. Honestly, what was with me attracting literal psychopathic men anyway? Maybe I should start keeping count. Hell, maybe I should write about my life! Sometimes I wished I was a lesbian and find a calm and nice cottage-core relationship the way Aubrey and Jenna did. But then again, I didn’t have the capacity to deal with the dangers their community faced, and I had enough of my problems to deal with as a straight person. Like being kidnapped!

I had opened Pandora's box; no matter how much we wanted to close it, we couldn’t. I was so conflicted. How could I be attracted to my girl and attracted to Tristan at the same time? Was I bisexual? They were total opposites, but both brought out different sides in me. Natasha brought out masculinity in me, while Tristan brought out my submissive side, but he could also bring out my masculine side. Did this mean I was gay? Had I transformed into the downlow man that all the women talked about? “Baby, are you okay? You spaced out for a moment.”

I hope you will love Shawn and George's story as much as you loved Gunner and Layland's! Here is the blurb for After Hours Romance (Shawn and George's story): Shawn had already known deep inside of him that he is bisexual. But he did not want to accept it. He hid it and fought it, using his workaholic lifestyle as his own way of controlling his urges and the need inside him that wanted to get out and be free.

I saw another guy on the bus when I got on, blond, athletic, full of his own importance, but in that sexy kind of way, that way that oozed so much confidence you wanted to lick it up. Which I’ve never done, by the way, I’m a virgin after all. As the bus drove off, headed in the direction of my home, I started to wonder. Could a virgin really bring a paper back to life with an expose on polyamory? I might like to find out.

Bella’s plump lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She speared a piece of steak, calm as ever, but her eyes flicked to mine for half a second—long enough for my pussy to throb so hard I had to cross my legs under the table. “Actually, I’m bisexual,” she said evenly. “And right now I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I want a girlfriend.” Her eyes found and stayed on mine for another second and my stomach flipped. Was I imagining the… heat in that stare?