Novel & Cerita Bisexual

"So what is your definition?" "Given a cock or a cunt, which would you prefer to have sex with. That's my definition. By that one, neither of my slaves is a lesbian, because given the choice, they will always pick a cock. If you'd always pick a cunt, you're a lesbian and if it's something in between, then I suppose you're a bisexual of one kind or another." "Doesn't it depend on circumstances. If I were faced with a nice clean freshly washed cunt and or a dirty, filthy cock which hadn't been washed in two weeks, I could easily pick the cunt over the cock."

I said carefully, “does that mean... are you both... bi?” Doug gave a small nod, but it was Jennifer who responded. “We’ve shared a few men over the years. Doug realized he was bisexual a while ago, and we started exploring that side of ourselves together. Sometimes with couples. Sometimes with single partners. It’s not a free-for-all. It’s intentional. Consensual. Sexy as hell.” She glanced toward Doug and smiled. “With me, he usually submits. But with men… he leans dominant.” The firelight danced across her features, softening her face. My panic began to untangle, replaced by something warmer. Heavier. A quiet hunger I hadn’t let myself feel in years.

"Don't worry. I've disvirgined my fair share of girls." "What are you trying to say?" She held my gaze, completely serious now. "I'm bisexual, Sheila. I sleep with both men and women. Have been since I was eighteen." My eyes went wide. "You're..." "Bisexual," she confirmed. "Into boys and girls equally. Sometimes more into girls, if I'm honest. We're softer in the right places." I sat down hard on the bed, trying to process everything she'd just said. Zuki. My cousin. Bisexual. Offering to take my virginity.

He points out and I can see the look of conflict in his eyes, like he’s struggling with something. “Sexuality doesn't matter.” I say with a light shrug of my shoulders. Olga, Kuzma, Ilya, and probably Irina know that I also fuck men and women. I’m Bi and I enjoy and like being that, so why does it matter if anyone frowns upon it?

"Thank you. I was worried you'd do something rash." "It was a stupid thing to say, and I'm glad you wouldn't let me do it." "Do you have a preference," Rhonda asked, "boy or girl?" "I liked both. Can't I have both a boyfriend and a girlfriend?" "I like both too," I laughed. "I have both. Just realize there will always be some people who don't accept your desire to be with both. Some people who don't think you should be with women like your parents, some militant lesbians who don't think you should be with men. They'll believe you can't make up your mind and can't accept your lesbian nature. Rhonda has told me it was hard being a lesbian, and she would wish your road was easier. It's hard eno

she said. I was silent for a moment as I stared at her in bewilderment. I was confused because I didn't understand what she was saying. "Jaya, you are getting me confused. I don't understand what you mean by you must give your consent before you share your man with another girl. Can you please, expatiate?" I asked. "I'm bisexual. I am attracted to men and also attracted to girls especially, girls with big breasts and big ass," she said bluntly as she gazed steadily at me.

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.”

Tristan said flatly. “Too easy,” Jim snapped. “Tell me something that no one in this room knows but me.” Tristan looked at Jim long and hard before sighing. “You are bi-sexual, but you prefer men. You have been wrestling with the idea of declaring yourself gay altogether, but are afraid of what people will think.”

, he started laughing again, making it obvious that he didn't understand the gravity of the situation. Actually he wouldn't. He was as straight as a tree, and probably wouldn't understand my ordeal as a bisexual man. Even though I had told myself that I was bisexual, there was still a lot to discover about my sexual orientation. I was into girls, but was also on the low into boys; although I'd never had any serious sexual encounter with any guy. " Get a grip", I said to him, leaving him there and moving over to the weight lifting equipment.

“I’m not—I’m not gay, Don Pedro. I’m bisexual. That’s different.” I scoffed dismissively. “Bisexual, huh? Spare me the excuses, Sergio. The way you sob and wail like a bitch, it’s impossible to take you seriously.” “Bisexual, gay, whatever you choose to name it doesn’t change the fact that you were lying to her. And now, you want to play the victim?” I shook my head. “Pathetic.” He hesitated, his voice faltering as he attempted to explain, “But Tessa… I just—”