Bisexual Wallpaper Novels & Stories

I said, holding up the shirt to admire its soft sheen. “Trust me,” she said with a wink. Then she turned back to her side of the closet and started rummaging through her clothes. It didn’t take her long to pick out a pair of high-waisted black pants that hugged her hips and a white linen shirt tied casually at the waist, leaving just enough of her toned stomach exposed. She added a black leather harness that draped over her chest, an accessory that screamed confidence and her unapologetic bisexuality. I raised an eyebrow as she spun around to face me. “That’s your look?”

she said, her smile broadening as she stood behind Nina, kissed her neck, and slowly slid Nina's zipper down, letting the short silk dress fall to the floor. Nina was completely naked underneath. Such an attractive, tight size-ten body. Her small breasts had surprisingly large nipples – I literally couldn't wait to lick and suck them – and just a delicate sliver of hair on each side of her inner labia. "I am bisexual, and I want to pleasure and be pleasured by three people," Nina whispered, her eyes dancing.

Running my fingers to the center as she said, I unintentionally touched her pvvsy lips from behind. She m0@ned, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh jeezzz" "Should I stop, Ma?" I enquired. She m0@ned, "No no, please don't stop ahhhhhh." I massaged her some more before going down to her thighs and legs. After that, I returned to her back and then to her a$$. Afterward, I suspected that she was bisexual and concentrated on her a$$ crack.who are attracted to both men and women. I considered how I could use and discipline Terrence, and I chose to comply.

Yup it is a gay club. Inside the club is a typical scene for this sort of thing. Fog machines and strobe lights and sweaty bodies writhing against one another, BUt what catches my eye is the huge mural on the wall behind a small stage. It is a huge Rainbow Butterfly and the neat script angled below it reads “Maripossa”.

James, who always bragged about her satin long tight dresses that her beloved husband had bought her from London. "Are you suggesting that I and this, um... boy-girl look alike? Are you losing your sight, darling?" mimicked Ms. James walking up to her husband. "What's your name, girl?" "Bisila ma'am," she uttered, trying to keep her peace. "I didn't believe you would be so quiet, dear. Tell me. Are you afraid of my wife?" smirked Mr. James, pinching Bisila's humor. "Of course not, James. She is a very impressive lady. I was listening to her talk. She explained—"

Lance whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. It's a large room with a king size bed and a mini bar. The walls are black, and the carpet is soft. The walls are decorated with pictures of different sex styles. Some are so explicit that I blush just staring at them. " Which one do you prefer first? " Cliff asks as he serves me another glass of wine. I look at him and then at the wall. I bite my lower lip, and walk to the picture of a woman who is on all fours while the man behind her is playing with her pussy.

Ergon and Valeria both sat on her bed. Ergon busily stared around her room. It wasn't that big, but it was nice, neat and cozy. The wallpaper is a nice pink color with lovely white flower designs, carrying the posters of Arianna Grande. "Wow!" Ergon exclaimed. "What?." "I didn't know you were a big fan of hers?" Ergon said, pointing at her wallpaper. "Of course I am, I love her a lot. In fact, I love everything about her."

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.

“Why are you sighing anyway?” “Come here and help me pick a product.” She quickly stood up and walked towards my chair and I pulled her on my lap, inhaling her sweet cherry scent, and showed her the screen of the laptop. “This is purple damask wallpaper and this is red and black vinyl wallpaper. Which one do you think will suit this room?” Her eyes were wide and glittery as she squinted at the three-dimensional model of the room and aped at me. “Is that a pole?”

She said with so much confidence that it made Anthony giggle. Anthony could only laugh and shake his head. Maybe he should've just taken her to a mental institution instead. "What kind of drugs have you been using these days, huh?" He teased with a smirk. "And I've told you, I'm not really a hundred percent gay." He breathed in deeply then looked at Lissa momentarily before looking back on the road. "I'm bisexual, remember?" "Bullshit!" Was Lissa's un-ladylike reply. "If you're bisexual then why won't you accept my offer of being fuck buddies then?"