Bisexual Quotes Novels & Stories

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 am just reminding you as you instructed! 'Oh, okay!' I said. 'Thanks alot'. I got up from the bed, I was still as hard as rock. I need a cold shower, I decided. Damn! What kind of dream was that? I smiled in self derision. Dream on! Iris would never agree to any such thing! But liking both make and female, it meant that I was a bisexual. I never knew that. Which would I prefer,being gay or heterosexual? I thought of Iris, and I thought of Lyndon and I just could not decide because as disgusting as it might sound, I wanted them both.

Prem laughed at his explanation but decided to humor him anyway. “Before I start the story, I should tell you this…I’m bisexual. So I can like whoever I want to, both men and women. Take that into consideration as well, before you think being attracted to men might outright make you gay.” Kit’s cheeks colored at having being confronted so openly, but he only nodded and let Prem continue on with his story.

K holds her head, “Oh girl, you really are in trouble! The curse of the soul ties probably befalls on you, that’s why you can’t get over him!” Art enters the conversation again, “So what? There’s a term bisexual, in case you forgot, ladies. Interested in both men and women,” Art insists on his idiotic speculations. But my heart and mind just can’t take it. “I know for sure, my body knows that Dmitri is damn straight!” “No!” I scream, “He can’t be! One heartbreak is my quota for the day. I can’t have anyone breaking my heart again!” I proclaim.

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🤓.

He was only in the shower for a few minutes, but he took a sip from his beer, and said, "I asked Rob already, but how do you feel about being bisexual?" Marty was silent, and thinking for a second, before answering, "Speaking from experience, I think it's more common than what people think. Guys are always talking about women, and they drive big macho muscle cars and trucks, but it doesn't make them straight...I mean they're still checking out guys in the locker room."

I said. "Yeah, it's fun like I see in movies. Never Have I had ice cream on top of the counter with anybody." "Me neither," Diana said. "Never Have I kissed a girl." "Do you want to kiss a girl?" I asked with a surprised look and she laughed. "Don't be so shocked, every girl is bisexual, some just tame their bisexual nature. We call each other sweet names and we touch ourselves and you guys think we're not lesbians, you guys think it's a common thing but it's not."

"I mean, it wasn't obvious, even you, I didn't—" "Yea," she cut me off, still smiling. "When it comes to bisexuals and lesbians, you wouldn't easily see it by just looking at us." "I have to look deep within?" She nodded, "Hmm. But, there are also some bisexuals and lesbians who are very vocal about their gender identities, so you would easily know if they are one or not. And there are also some who keep their sexual identities secret. You know, there are still some people especially religious ones whose minds are not open enough for us."

The cat was out of the bag. I took a few deep breaths and rubbed my hands through my hair. “I’m not gay; I’m bisexual. There is a difference.” “Is everybody gay now, damn? You can’t even tell anymore.” “Are you going to listen to me or judge me?” “Fine, I’ll listen.”

“You’re too fucking rude. I’d like to say your intimacy problems fall only on your trauma and your choice to stay by yourself, but part of it because you’d probably be a sucky lay.” “I don’t know whether to be insulted-” “Be insulted. Take it from someone who is bisexual. There’s nothing I love more than an expressive man or woman who lets me love them. If someone had sex with you, they’d realize it’s the same as masturbating because they would still feel alone, you’d show no reaction to whatever they do, making them feel unsatisfied and dirty at the end of it.” His expression was amusing to me. “You.... what? How dare you? Dirty? They would feel dirty and unsatisfied? Wow, you think you kno