Bi Sexuality Quotes Novels & Stories

I asked, struck by an idea. "Either would probably be fine by me. I seem to enjoy both equally. I loved having sex with you last night, sir, but I loved being with Rose too. I didn't even mind Edward and Regina except for Ron suffering her invective and insults. For me, sex is sex and I'm not fussy about who I have it with." "Thereby doubling your chances for a date on Saturday night." "What, sir?" Reneé asked. "It's an old joke. Being bisexual doubles your chances of a date on Saturday night."

It could've been five, fifty-five or five-hundred. She stared at my ceiling. "Most lesbians I know avoid bi-curious women 'cause it doesn't end well... But I'm never looking to 'turn' anyone. And yeah, if a girl who's questioning her sexuality wants to experiment with me for a bit? I'm all in." "Makes sense."

, he teased. I rolled over to the other side of the bed so I wouldn't have to look at his face. "Oh c'mon now, tell me, how was it?". I shook my head, "Epic", I summarized. "Do you want to try having sex with women to see if you're bisexual?", he asked me. I shook my head negatively. "I don't think there will be any need for that", I said. "Why not?". "I'm fully gay", I replied

he asks, eyes narrowed on me and bumping his hips up, "Is the universe making you gay, Saint?" "Yes!" I growl, but he shakes his head and laughs like he thinks I'm being so ridiculous, " If you weren't such a bisexual slut, you'd be in this predicament too and you'd be angry as fuck as well. About the universe making us gay." "I'm not a deranged control freak, I wouldn't be such a whiny bitch about it," he throws back, eyes heated, "If my dick enjoys it, why question it? The universe doesn't have control on your body, I'm pretty sure the universe does not give a shit about you."

“I just had the best lesbian sex of my life.” My mouth fell open. “Wait…what? Are you gay?” “I’m bi, babe. What’s there not to love about women?” She leaned back, counting on her fingers. “The ass? Soft, round, perfect to grab. The boobs? God, the way they bounce when she’s riding your face. The pussy? tastes like fucking heaven. But back to what I was saying…you should see the way this girl fucked my brains out.” She launched into it, voice dropping low and filthy.

"I've introduced you to over six of my friends, and I mean the most beautiful ones among them, but you rejected them all. Perhaps you need to reevaluate your sexuality." Ken banged the table, spilling his glass of water. "This is the second time in a row that someone is questioning me about my sexuality, and I don't appreciate it. I love women, and I will find one at the right time." Everyone in the dining room fell silent, watching Ken storm off, but trust Elen to be the first one to speak up. "Dad, what is sexuality, and why's Uncle Kenneth worked up?" Fuck me. Sarah scolded Lisa for ruining her brother's mood and I offered to go talk to him.

Christian's voice makes me stop laughing, but Sienna and May are still not done with this shocking news. "Never have I ever being fucked in the ass, Christian?" Sienna asks him as she giggles. Christian looks at Toffer who's holding the empty glass, raising his eyebrow in shock. "Before you guys think otherwise," Toffer quickly says before anyone draws a conclusion, but May interjects somehow, "I believe the word is bisexual? Or gay? Which one is it Toff?" "Neither." "Neither? Then how were you fucked in the ass? Don't tell me you shove your asshole with a cucumber?" May's question makes him roll his eyes as Sienna and I start to laugh again.

Well, when the situation calls for it… I don’t think anyone should feel bad or ashamed for wanting it, but can’t deny the high I get with the turn around of flushed cheeks and uncertainty to the wails, of the moment. “I love your fat fucking dicks…. Ooo. I’m gonna cum so…..” Something I live for. Females admitting that bigger is better and how bad they want the dirty, kinky kind of sex we provide. The kind that everyone’s inner freak dreams of. Letting them be open and empowered by their sexuality, rather than ashamed of kinky shit that vanilla lovers can’t accept.

he asked plainly, like he was asking about the weather. My mouth opened. Closed. Heat crawled up my neck. “Wow. We’re jumping right in today, huh?” “Answer the question.” I swallowed. “Yeah. I did.” He nodded. “Why?” “Because I was thinking about what you said.” “Which part?” “That I use sex to disapear.” He tilted his head. “And did it help?” “No,” I admitted. “It made me feel more alone.” “That’s progress.” I rolled my eyes. “It feels like hell.”

I said to myself, I’ve accepted my sexuality. I’m bi.