Novel & Cerita Bisexual Aesthetic

I, Audace, have always been a lover of the finer things in life. My passion for the Belle Époque era has led me to cultivate a refined taste for exquisite cuisine, elegant attire, and, of course, the most exquisite pleasures of the flesh. As a life coach and a cross-dresser, I've found that my unique perspective on life has allowed me to create a niche for myself in the world of sexual liberation.

I can now understand why the ladies and the men are so interested in Axell. As much as I hate to admit it, These men are both so good-looking and look so exquisite. I had to hold and control myself for two reasons.. I am a man, and this man tried to kill me, so therefore he is my enemy. I am a Bi-sexual, so I get turned on mostly by men. I would say I am more Gay than I am straight. “What do you mean by ‘we are in your clutches? You lured us here using the godfathers, huh? More than anyone else you know the consequences of your actions, right?”

America" that's all... They both laughed till they hit each other. Anaisha couldn't easily decide, it felt like being between the thorns of a dilemma, and hell it was! More like being caught fucking a girl when you are and having a cock again (bisexual) and then getting to be asked to choose right away, you can relate... You like a cock but it keeps on breaking your heart again and again and again. You probably need to read this twice to get it, yes! It demands your attention🤓.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

I say, feeling my cheeks heat at the suggestion I had yet to discuss with him. I enjoy sexual play where he dominates me and doing things that people refer to as feminizing. I also enjoy when Adonis acknowledges that I am a boy. It’s confusing, but both speak to something in me. I am not fully either and I think that people don’t often think about how Omegas can be both at the same time.

I was greedy enough to bask in it. “There’s no way he said that!” I exclaimed, shaking my head at the audacity of some boys. “Oh, he definitely did,” Bianca snickered. “And he was serious. He wanted me and my ex-girlfriend to make out for his entertainment. As far as he was concerned, lesbians exist to turn men on. He reduced an entire sexuality into a fetish, and he was too tone-deaf to even realize it.” “This world is filled with guys who gouge themselves on lesbian porn, yet those same guys would swear up and down that girls loving girls is not a real thing.”

Wisps of hair hang here and there, giving it a natural but sophisticated look. “Well, that’s a pity. The tall blonde one is extremely yummy and right up my alley.” Turning around, I know Merrick will probably kill me if he hears me saying it, but I give the woman a pitying look, “Oh, you like bisexual men? Jory and Merrick are into both; I thought everybody knew that.” I throw in and place my hand on my chest as I feign surprise. “Oh my, no, I did not know that. Such a pity. Good men are going to waste.” The look of disgust sends me on the defense.

The start of us. We spent the next few weeks getting to know each other, and it wasn't long before I realized that their connection went deeper than friendship. They were both bisexual, and not in the casual, maybe-this-is-a-phase kind of way. They were open about it, comfortable in their skin and in their attraction to each other as well as to women. It was part of what made their friendship so strong. They didn't need to hide anything from each other; they embraced it. It made everything about them magnetic.

Women like me don’t usually get paired with men like that in other people’s minds. Before Sienna changed her style, before the glow up, nobody would’ve pictured her with Knox either. She looked like a brilliant bookworm, soft spoken, layered sweaters, heavy glasses. Nobody saw that coming. And me? I’m very Afrocentric, with a natural, earthy style. Dashiki vibes mixed with African aesthetic. Natural thick curls. Minimal makeup. Big hoops. Lip gloss. Skin oiled and glowing. I smell good. I dress well with clothes tailored to my body, not hiding it.

I said, holding up the shirt to admire its soft sheen. “Trust me,” she said with a wink. Then she turned back to her side of the closet and started rummaging through her clothes. It didn’t take her long to pick out a pair of high-waisted black pants that hugged her hips and a white linen shirt tied casually at the waist, leaving just enough of her toned stomach exposed. She added a black leather harness that draped over her chest, an accessory that screamed confidence and her unapologetic bisexuality. I raised an eyebrow as she spun around to face me. “That’s your look?”