Bi Gender Novels & Stories

"Shut up." "I mean, it's not biologically possible to be both genders at once." I gasp, an idea coming to my head. "Unless you're an hermaphrodite. An hermaphrodite is a person who has both male and sexual organs, Incase you don't know. Oh my God, do you get monthly periods too?" "You've got to be the most incorrigible person I have ever met." "I want information." "Try the internet." He drags me towards the playground at the backyard and gives me a not too gentle shove on the swing, making me sit.

"The correct way to say it, is I am non-Binary." "Non-Binary?" Vaughn asked, a little perplexed by the question Sam asked him. "What is that?" "In the simplest of ways, you see me," she pointed to her body as she went on. "As a woman, yes. However, what you may not know is that to me---Gender is inapt. I deride at the notion of Gender being a constant debate between either a Man or Woman, since Gender is so fluid and switching. However, I still use my regular name, and she/her/hers, pronouns so you're safe."

He sneered against my ear, making my skin crawl. My stomach churned at his threat of raping me. I’m non-binary, so I don’t identify as a girl, but I know I have all the biological parts of a female. And situations like this remind me how fucking shitty males can be. I hate feeling weak. I hate knowing that I wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight outside of catching him by surprise.

Pathetic, I know. I don't know what it is about him that's got my knickers in a twist. And the guy clearly said he wasn't gay. Hell, I wasn't even fully gay before yesterday. I mean, I always knew I was bisexual. I did try it once, or twice, because why limit myself to one flavour when I can have them all?. But I've never fully come out as bi. Now? I don't know. The guy treats the dirt on his shoe better than he treats me, and I don't know why I find that hot. What is wrong with me?.

Electric shivers. He gripped my ass pulling me between his legs as the kiss deepened with his tongue exploring my mouth. I involuntarily moaned as he pressed his hard-on to my lower stomach then it clicked. He's into guys. Holy shit. I pulled away from him catching my breath as my hands fell running over his hard bulge biceps. "You're into guys?" I asked him "Sure and women too. Even trans but I prefer being called bisexual because I'm not into the straight-up freaky gay stuff. It's just the sex" He said to me laughing.

I yelled, watching his red face add shock to the lIst of emotions he was already feeling at the moment. This was a pretty life changing event for me. Would I have to tell him everything about what is true and what isn't? Would he even accept me if he finds out that I'm a female? “You're fucking gay?” Thane asked. “No, but I'm bi. I kiss boys too.” I said, trying to be funny. “Stay the hell away from me.” Thane snapped at me, walking out of the room immediately. The anger he carried, walking outside scared me.

Prem laughed at his explanation but decided to humor him anyway. “Before I start the story, I should tell you this…I’m bisexual. So I can like whoever I want to, both men and women. Take that into consideration as well, before you think being attracted to men might outright make you gay.” Kit’s cheeks colored at having being confronted so openly, but he only nodded and let Prem continue on with his story.

My name is Chrissy. I’m 20 years old. For a long time now, I have suspected that I am bi-sexual. Up until the events I am about to describe, I had not had anything sexual with another woman. Plenty of men have come and gone. I love sex with men, but I often fantasize about women when I am masturbating. I wanted to wait until I had experienced another woman before I could say that I was bi or not. I didn’t know how to go about “getting with” another woman, but one day it kind of just happened…..

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.

The cat was out of the bag. I took a few deep breaths and rubbed my hands through my hair. “I’m not gay; I’m bisexual. There is a difference.” “Is everybody gay now, damn? You can’t even tell anymore.” “Are you going to listen to me or judge me?” “Fine, I’ll listen.”