Bisex Sex Stories Novels & Stories

Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses. "Collection of short stories for ladies," the title read. "Stories of desire, of awakening, of the first time." Pinky blinked, her eyes widening as she read on. The handwriting was feminine, secretive, as if the writer were sharing her most guarded thoughts with only the pages. It was a confession. A revelation. As she began to read.

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. "Are you surprised?” I gulp, resting my gaze to land on her thick hard cock. It's so... big. "Lessy," She drawls, her voice pulling me from my open gawking to look up at her.

His thoughts of what could become of their little hookup were disrupted when Toussaint dropped him on the queen-sized bed where he claimed Jace’s sore lips without mercy. The kiss wasn’t harsh; no. It was simply lustful and beautiful. Toussaint was like a beast with an insatiable desire and Jace was willing to be his prey. They could never get enough of each other. Jace gave in to the pleasure as their tongues clashed, their body melding into one as sweat and cum and sex lingered thickly in the air. Toussaint broke the kiss abruptly and reached for the nearest drawer on his left, his hot gaze never leaving Jace. He pulled out a lube and condoms; the latter he tossed on the bedside table as h

As they sucked each other's tongues and bit one another's lips, they twisted their bodies together mashing tits and grinding pussy mounds. By the time they moved into a scissor position, forcing and rubbing their wet cunts together, Paula looked to see the two guys standing side by side, stroking each other's stiff cocks as they watched the hot, live p**n in front of them. Bobby had her phone in his free hand and took pictures of the two women as well as their two cocks in each other's fists. She was so happy that their bisexual experience was apparently not going to be just a heat-of-the-moment one-time thing. She loved awakening others to the hidden, frowned-upon joys of taboo sex.

I had to observe the whole thing first. The whole setup was quite rich and I could tell right away that the mansion belonged to a billionaire who had a horny son. The billionaire was probably out of the country spending some of that excessive dough as most billionaires did. The swimming pool was filled with naked girls and somewhere in the corner were two people fucking in the water. I’d always wondered how that worked. Now watching it happen up close didn’t help me settle my curiosity. It was still like magic to me. Naked girls in body paint walked around holding a silver tray loaded with a variety of condoms in different flavors. There were some of these girls who had sex toys on their tra

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

He burst so quickly that he looked a bit embarrassed by the fact that he couldn't hold himself from coming inside my mouth. "Okay, that's enough for you. Go now. Leave me to enjoy my alone time." I peeled myself from his lean muscular body. "But you haven't..." "Look, this is not for everyone. I got you off, and that's that, we don't have to talk about this. Ever again." I got enough bad dates to remind myself of that. People think they could handle being bisexual, but being fuck by a man can be very intimidating. And not many people are actually adventurous enough to go down that road.

"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

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

Jackson raised his eyebrows, while Liam blinked in surprise, the corner of his mouth twitching between irritation and amusement. “Indulging in therapy now? Is that what we’re doing?” Liam asked, his voice teasing, but not cruel. “No,” Janet replied firmly. She sat straighter, her tone slipping into something sharper, wiser. “I’m saying people always reduce it to sex. Like it’s only about who you can drag into bed. But bisexuality is about affection, about attraction, about connection that doesn’t stop at lines people draw. It’s seeing someone, man, woman, or beyond—and wanting them not just for their body, but for the chaos and beauty they carry.”