Bisexual Wallpaper Novels & Stories

Wanting to be clear, I added, "But I'd be perfectly fine with just one or the other." He pondered deeply. Confusion etched across my face, I asked, "If you never want to bottom, let me know now." "I want to," he asserted firmly. "Definitely." His jaw clenched, his abs tensed. "I'm considering which one you prefer more and if I've ever been selfish—" "Stop right there," I interjected, swiftly finding a way to explain. "You're bisexual—" "Am I?" he joked. That smartass remark made me roll my eyes, but I continued, "You're committed to me. You don't need a girl. But you're attracted to girls. It's the same for me. I like both, but I'd be content with just one forever. Understand?"

my laugh becoming more and more uncontrollable. “You should be happy I don’t crave werewolf brain, no one will be safe in this house” she says with a mouthful. As I step closer to her, I notice the intricately designed wallpaper in the room, adorned with delicate floral patterns that add a touch of elegance to the space. The room itself is neat and tidy, with soft lighting that creates a warm and cozy ambiance. “Are the wallpapers new?” I ask out of sheer curiosity and she gives a honest response. “Silver was out for some time and she thinks they’ll look lovely in the room”.

I was so happy that all these were available. And the walls were filled with different kinds of wallpaper that were emitting some rays, and it was so calm, they were filled with photos of celebrities like Selena Gomez, Zandaya, Rihanna, Cardi B, Nicki Minaj, and Billie Eilish, although I was not a fan of any celebrity, I just loved all their music. Then I took a closer look at the bed. The bed is king-sized, and on it is a light-dark blue duvet with a big blanket folded on the end, alongside two normal-sized pillows sitting on top of my bed behind a small, blue square pillow.

This wasn't the surprise I had in mind. The wallpaper was matte black with embossed fleur-de-lis, and a massive, wooden, crimson 'X' with black leather padding leaning against the far wall grabbed my attention. My gaze wandered over the lavish furniture with metallic hardware and leather upholstery. Two types of whips in various shades of red and black hung on the pegs of custom-made, mahogany shelving units along with various types of paddles, bars, restraints, and more. There were soft-bundled, black, nylon ropes hung on the far wall, framing a classical art piece of two lovers, ready to tie someone up with.

Gagging helplessly, Dianna returned her cellphone inside her bag and then reverted her gaze to focus on me. "I said I might try dating a guy, exclusively." I beamed at her expressing my desire to date men exclusively. I don’t even know if that disqualifies me for being a bisexual. "You are kidding right?" Dianna spat and gave me a "don't-fuck-with-me" look that translated perfectly. “Does that disqualifies me for identifying as a bisexual?” I asked out of pure curiosity.

Bella’s plump lips curved into a small, knowing smile. She speared a piece of steak, calm as ever, but her eyes flicked to mine for half a second—long enough for my pussy to throb so hard I had to cross my legs under the table. “Actually, I’m bisexual,” she said evenly. “And right now I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I want a girlfriend.” Her eyes found and stayed on mine for another second and my stomach flipped. Was I imagining the… heat in that stare?

"Wait! What do I need to do if I want to get fucked in the ass. That was kind of interesting what you did there at the end." "We'll show you after your shower," Rhonda said. "Be aware you will have something in your asshole for the next several days. You'll sit on it, walk around with it, sleep with it and if you don't want our parents to know what you're doing, you'll need to be careful they don't find out." "So which did you like better?" Julia asked. "Men or women?" "I liked them both a lot, especially together. Must be bisexual, because I don't want to give up either one. That was totally amazing. No wonder you fuck like rabbits."

He took her hand and led her into the bathroom, which to her was a wonder of its own. The beauty of the interior dazzled her. The floor was tiled with a warm caramel color that matched the wall, which was tiled to the ceiling. The ceiling, which was in a color combination of caramel and white, was of a decorative stretch ceiling film, lined with recessed lights. A three dimensional wallpaper displaying a realistic looking waterfall, dominated the entire length of a side of the wall. A large mirror rested on another part of the wall with a large sink attached to a fancy cabinet, sitting beneath it.

"No, I'm definitely a lesbian. If given a choice by my Mistress, I would never touch a real cock. I'm not given a choice." "Why aren't you bisexual then?" "Because I'm not and never have been attracted to men. I mean, I know your Master is handsome, but I'd never want him to fuck me. I'd much prefer to fuck you. Sexuality isn't really determined by who you have sex with, but by who you want to have sex with. Take people in prison for instance. I'm sure men have sex with other men in prison, only because there aren't women there to have sex with. They still have sexual needs and so they use other men to satisfy them. Once they leave prison, they won't have sex with men again. They have no des

I said, now stopping at my pace as I dragged the duvet above my breasts, my eyes darting back and forth. "Do not thank you. I owe you that much having been the one who kept you up all night." He said the last syllables in a low tone. I chuckled moving further to have a good look at the wallpaper he used in designing his private room. It showed two dragons, white and black as they fought themselves, their open mouths full of burning red flames.