Bisexual Wallpaper Novels & Stories

"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 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 sheets were silk, cool against my bare skin as I sat down, my legs spread slightly, my pussy still throbbing from his touch. Baron stood before me, his eyes smoldering with desire, and gestured to the space beside him. "Sit down and watch," he commanded, his voice low and commanding. Confusion flickered through me, but before I could question him, Baron reached out and grabbed Leon's cock. My eyes widened as the realization dawned on me. They were bisexual. And not just bisexual—they were hot, confident, and completely unapologetic about it. A thrill shot through me at the thought of what was to come. Baron dropped to his knees in front of Leon, his hands gripping Leon's hips as he pulle

EMBER'S POV Wolves shouting at each other, pack members staring at Gale with expressions ranging from shock to pity to something that looks almost like recognition—like they always suspected but never wanted to know for sure. "I'm bisexual," Gale says, his voice rising over the noise, trying to salvage something from the wreckage. "That doesn't make me unfaithful. I still loved my wife. I still wanted our marriage to work. The physical relationships I had on the side were just that—physical. They didn't mean anything."

Trigger Warnings: Adultery/Infidelity, power imbalance, rough sexual play, choking, spanking, anal play, breeding themes, and explicit language. Bianca The walls of the estate were thick, but not thick enough to drown out the low, rhythmic murmur of my husband's voice coming from the study. He was in there with my sister, Beatrice, discussing the logistics of the new merger, oblivious to the fact that his most trusted asset was currently pushing me against the cold stone wall of the gallery.

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.

I said as I touched the wall before we opened the room. I looked at the master bedroom, furnished and neat, then walked around the room opposite the master bedroom, which lacked any furniture. “It is baby proofed.” Reina stated as she tapped her knuckles against the wall. “Do have you any idea about the baby’s room?” “Yeah. I have to hire some painters for some mint wallpapers around, give a pastel theme than the cliché blue boy pink girl. I’d say yellow, but not my best or brightest colour.” I explained as I used my hand to create a virtual representation of the room.

my wolf whispered. She was so happy about the fact that I was back in the pack, and she felt and knew how scared I was about coming out of the closet. My wolf was full-time bisexual, but she preferred men to women, mostly because (according to her) men handled their shit and emotions better than women.

God, how embarrassing. Brit and I were always close. But I am tired of swaying in the background. Being wallpaper sucks. Being wallpaper is background noise. Everyone who enters a room looks at a table; the last thing they notice is the wallpaper. And that's how it's always been to me. I am the wallpaper of Brittany's decorative table. And it's so fucking unfair and intolerable. I can't stand it.

Her frames stylishly placed on the walls and on her bedside was a replaced frame of she and Josie. On the other side of the walls was a huge pastel pink colored wallpaper with the caption: 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒚_𝒕𝒆𝒒𝒔 which had fancy lights draping all over it. The curtains were a mix of peach and gray and the fluffy rug by the bed was a shade of light green coupled along the throw pillows all over the bed which were red hued, giving it a tropical look and an ombre effect.