Bisexual Aesthetic Novels & Stories

A combination of hair dye, clothing choice, and makeup had transformed her from scared, heartbroken schoolgirl into resilient gothic artist, but being back in Rideten, so close to Havermouth and the Triquetra, that schoolgirl was too close to the surface for her comfort. “Beautiful,” Bianca declared turning off the straightener and running her hands over the straight, glossy silk of Aislen’s hair. “Here,” she turned Aislen around and took over the lipstick, finishing Aislen’s pout off with some powder. “Almost all done. Get dressed, and then I’ll give you your present.” “I get a present?” Aislen wondered as she went to sit on the bed whilst she pulled on her skin-tight sheer-panelled legging

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

More gasps filled the air and they all stared at me like I had committed murder. "Yes!" I shouted on top of my voice. "I was bisexual for a year. I was just having fun and wanted to know what it felt like to be touched by a girl. But after that year, I stopped and went back to the opposite gender. I must say that dick is a good thing!" I exclaimed, mirroring the looks of a mad person.

I left the call area and went to his profile, reading through it fastly and sighing. “I just went through his profile. Looks like he is bisexual.” “Oh, it happens, they are a lot of bisexuality men on the site so they can easily find a gay partner.” “But I am not gay. It is clearly stated on my profile that I love white women.” “Some of them believe that most gay men are not out of the closet yet and I think that you should change your interest. You can just say that you are straight or you are into women;saying that you are into white women makes you sound Racist.”

I still don’t think I would call myself gay or bisexual, as I’m not attracted to other men. As he says, I am André-sexual. The term fits because I don’t find anyone else sexually attractive. I suppose that is expected of a mated couple. “I never say no to a blow job from you. And I think I could be talked into going back to sleep in a post-orgasm glow.” André licked his lips.

I was currently living with my younger sister, (I still do when she isn’t at her boyfriends), and, basically, I was horny, desperate, even, for a good hard fuck. I am a confident girl; I am a bisexual girl, (pansexual might fit better now that I know what it means), and I have joined a swinging website. I am a petite girl, five feet, two inches tall, size 8 and 32b tits, a girl next door type; I have been described as having a body like Kylie Minogue and my face? Well, people have said, (that’s more than one person), that I look like a young Davina McCall.

“I still wanna know, bisexual women feel both dick and pussy, right?” Joe was drunk, talking in Zahn's face. “Now, people claim that lesbians don't feel dick at all. How's that possible?” Zahn looked at him like he was annoying her. “That's cause they don't.”

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 clicked on the link and it brought up a very professional looking site, which, for some reason, actually surprised me bit. I saw a link called “Learn more,” so I clicked on it and kept going. I was getting more and more interested as I read the page, which said, “Are you a heterosexual man who’s looking for new experiences? Do you have bisexual thoughts and fantasies that you can’t get out of your head? Do you want to act-out those fantasies with another man in a safe and confidential way? If this sounds like you, we will match you with someone who shares your desires.”

Lexi looked him up and down very slowly, taking her time, assessing him with that kind of insultive deliberate scrutiny that would make most people uncomfortable, and then she looked at him completely deadass serious and said— "You look like a bisexual horse." There was a beat of absolute silence where Marcus just froze, his brain was clearly trying to process what she'd just said. "What?" I choked on a laugh, trying to hide it behind my hand and failing completely, and Lexi repeated very casually like she was commenting on the weather, "A fucking bisexual horse." "I don't—what does that even mean?" He looks genuinely stupid now, trying to track how much damage those words has done to his eg