Novel & Cerita Bi Sex Stories

Just me, my nerdy glasses constantly slipping down my nose, and the three ripped, dangerously attractive stepbrothers I’ve done everything possible to avoid since they entered my life. Kai, Jax, and Ryker. All tall, heavily tattooed, muscular, and packing the kind of cocks I describe in vivid, vulgar detail in my secret online stories. The ones that made my anonymous account LunaLustWrites explode in popularity. Faceless videos of my body — heavy tits bouncing, my tight pussy stretched and creaming around thick toys, my ass arched high showing that small heart tattoo and distinct mole on my lower back. I write depraved taboo fantasies and film myself living them out in secret. No one knows t

“I don’t need a visual of you shaking your dick in some poor girl’s face.” He laughs. “You should try it.” “No way would he do it,” Quinton says from the chair, his attention focused on the hockey game. “More like no way would you do it,” I shoot back, giving him a pointed look. “Hey, the ladies like their dark men thick,” he says, rubbing his hand over his not-that-thick belly. “Trust me, I don’t need to dance at bachelorette parties to get the goods.” “You’re both pathetic,” I say. “I would have thought that our days of university were behind"

“Better than those dirty stories you write in your diary?” I winked at her and saw the coldness in her countenance. “I only write, I have never really experienced them.” “What do you write about then? Your fantasies?” “Even better…I write about how I fanstasize other people having sex.” I was dumbfounded. “Oh my goodness, that is the horniest thing I have ever heard.”

He never minded traveling for work, even though he sometimes described their adventurous sex life to me in detail, almost as if to underline how secure he felt. I was a recently divorced, closeted bisexual man, and it didn’t surprise me when Jim half-jokingly told me to “keep an eye on things” while he was gone. He’d laughed and said, “You suck too much dick to keep a woman happy.” I never knew if he was teasing or quietly referencing something from the distant past—something I might write about someday. Either way, I knew he trusted me not to cross a line. But none of us could have guessed what would actually begin that day.

A gift for all my slow romance erotica lovers, a short story from: dividing and conquering the professor I,II,III Lily's POV With my tongue tucked in my cheeks, I press the new toy against my pussy wall and the strong vibration causes my body to shake. “Ahh…” the small whimper that slips out, bounces off the bathroom wall. Biting my lips and pressing my thighs together only makes my moans come out louder. It's been too long since I got fucked, too long that a vibrator feels like paradise to me at the moment.

“I tried to fight it, I swear I did, but….” “But what, Maya? You were just so overcome with desire for mediocre dick that you couldn’t help yourself?” She flinched. “Don’t.” “Don’t what? Don’t be angry that my girlfriend of two years has been lying to me? Don’t be hurt that you’re fucking someone else?” “I’m bisexual!” she shouted. “Okay? I’m bisexual, and I’ve been trying to deny it because I knew… I knew you’d react like this!” The accusation in her voice stunned me. “You’re blaming me? For your cheating?”

she begged, pushing back to meet him. And over by the staircase, a bisexual trio had formed a messy 69 chain, two women and a man tangled together. One woman lay on her back, the man eating her out while she sucked the other woman's clit. The second woman straddled the first's face, grinding down while reaching back to stroke the man's cock, fluids swapping everywhere in a slick, sloppy exchange of tongues and fingers.

She rolled onto her back, legs still trembling, looked up at him. “How…?” she asked finally. “Born this way,” he said simply. “Rare. Real. Doctors called it diphallia with vertical fusion. I call it useful.” She reached up, traced the twin shafts, still half-hard, glistening with their combined mess. “Very useful.” He smirked, leaned down, kissed her slow. “Stay the night?” Maya smiled, lazy, sated. “Only if you promise round two.” His eyes darkened, promise in them.

Their laughter was filled with mockery, and Judy even spewed out her drinks when Lissa told them the reason why she returned on their table empty handed. "That's what you get, you bish!" Nina screamed while driving. "That's what happens when you let your pants think for you, eh? You didn't even notice that the guy was bisexual and was clearly uninterested!" "She has a point." Judy replied while gasping and catching her breath from too much laughter. "Use your head and not the puss, okay?" Lissa stayed silent all throughout the drive, and she thinks, maybe even until she meets the love of her life and finally marries, they'll never stop telling this story. And as evil as they are, they might