Novel & Cerita Bisexual Romance Novels

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Lisa wasn't worth it and Rosa wasn't going to let Lisa inside her head. "I make him feel things that you can only dream of," she said. "Men don't just want me for my body, you know. I let him do dark things to me and he enjoys it. You can't make him happy, Rosa. You are far too vanilla and plain. You couldn't take the types of dark fantasies that Axel has. I can." She turned and showed rosa a long white scar that ran down the length of her back. It marred the perfect golden tan she had and rosa mouth dropped open in surprise.

“And you’ve only met him once! How do you know he’s not into those things?” "You don’t mention sports because you’re actually gay! And I think he’d have mentioned one of those sports on the very first encounter, all straight men do." "Oh my God." I could practically envision him pinching the bridge of his nose. "You’re aren’t exactly straight either and that's not how things work." "I’m bisexual, their’s a huge difference.” I corrected, then continued. "He also wears moisturizer. Like, really nice, popular face moisturizer. I saw the jar in their bathroom last week. It’s the popular Korean snail mucin moisturizer."

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Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

He licked his lips, still looking. I looked down and realized my nipples had already hardened beneath the fabric. “Say you want us, baby sister, and we'll have you so weak you won't be able to walk again,” Devon said, smacking my ass. The sound echoed through the silent basement. “No. I'm your big sister.” I still protested, but my voice was weak. I had never been involved in a threesome, and I had always told myself I never would be. But with them around, I didn't know if I could keep that promise.

Every encounter left me sore and satisfied but craving more. The guilt sat heavy in my chest sometimes, especially when Ben kissed my cheek goodnight, but the resentment burned hotter. Julian made me feel alive, wanted and filthy in the best way. One afternoon I sucked his cock in the hallway while Ben was in the shower, my lips stretched wide around his thick shaft as he gripped my hair and whispered how good my mouth felt. Another night he fingered me under the dinner table while Ben sat right across from us, completely clueless. My face stayed flushed the whole meal, pussy dripping onto Julian’s fingers.

The man’s low groans. Thessaly pressed a pillow over her head. Tried to ignore it. Failed completely. She was a romance novelist. She’d written fifteen books. Sex scenes were her job. But listening to real people, hearing the intimacy in every sound, made her chest ache in a way she didn’t want to examine. When it finally went quiet, she stared at the ceiling. Her manuscript was open on her laptop. Three thousand words from finished and she couldn’t write a single sentence. The sex scenes felt hollow. Mechanical. Like she was going through the motions.

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Love replied. “Okay love, what about me? Huh?” Belle asked wondering. “What do you mean, what about you?” Love replied. “Well I mean, do I also not strike you as a romantic? Do i strike you as the sexual type?” Belle asked eagerly. “Well Belle, if you must know, you’re never open about these things. You always talk about how much you hate and despise guys. How you think they are all so disgusting and disrespectful. Literally, no guy who has ever had a crush on you, didn’t end up getting crushed by you.