Bisexuality Book Novels & Stories

“This one’s not just about desire. It’s about power… and what people let happen when they’re caught inside it.” He went quiet for a moment, eyes still fixed on the page. “And that’s a dangerous game.” Adam closed the book halfway again, but this time there was no hesitation in him, just focus. “Whoever wrote this…” he murmured, “they’ve seen some real shit.” A faint, serious look settled on his face now. “Or lived it.” He picked the book back up properly. “Alright…” he said, more to himself than anything else. “Let’s see how deep this goes.”

He points out and I can see the look of conflict in his eyes, like he’s struggling with something. “Sexuality doesn't matter.” I say with a light shrug of my shoulders. Olga, Kuzma, Ilya, and probably Irina know that I also fuck men and women. I’m Bi and I enjoy and like being that, so why does it matter if anyone frowns upon it?

Then he added with a chuckle, "I guess I might have known. She seemed to be testing my open-mindedness by encouraging my bisexuality. I'm glad I passed her test." "And she was the first woman whose pussy I ever tasted!" Crystal said. "I want to thank her, too!" "She'll be along in a minute," Ted said. "And you're right about the bisexuality test. Everyone here tonight has at least tried same-sex. Some, like yourself obviously, discover that it's very pleasurable, which, of course, opens up far more possibilities. Others tend to stick to hetero-sex, and that's fine, too, as long as their open enough to have at least tried switch-hitting, once.

He hadn’t spoken to Douglas in years, but that hadn’t seemed to bother his old friend. They’d talked for quite some time about Rowena and her situation. Douglas had convinced him to trust that she knew what she needed and had recommended ‘Healing Sex: The Right Approach to Healing Sexual Trauma’ a book that encourages women recovering from sexual abuse to live a normal sexual life again and teaches them how to say ‘yes’ to their own sexual desires and on their own terms. He’d bought it immediately and had been racing through it, trying to nail down a game plan before contacting Rowena. There was no doubt… He’d be consulting it frequently and he wasn’t even halfway through.

"Interesting. You want to dig in the dirt instead of wearing fancy clothes and looking pretty?" "There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." "So you don't like sex?" He cut me off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Is he even listening to me? Talking to him is futile. "Most women in the harem are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You need to explore a bit to figure out what you are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dom-sub in my bed?" His stupid, irrelevant question confused me.

I said after a moment trying to change the topic, while glancing sideways at her, “you’re… you know, like gay?” With a sly smile, Roxy unlocked the passenger side door. “Bisexual, actually. I enjoy both. Why limit yourself, right?” she said casually, then leaned close that her breath brushed my ear, making me shiver. “You should try it sometime, you know.” I blinked from shock, stepping back a little, feeling my cheeks heat up. “Uh, no thanks,” I said quickly. “I…I think I’ll pass.” Roxy straightened and chuckled quietly “Suit yourself.”

In the twinkle of an eye he was gone, the door clicking shut soft behind him As my breathing evened out it began to really sink in that I had just had sex with Leo. Leo who was 33. Almost two times my age. And I felt good about it. Really good. In fact I wanted more. I wanted to feel him in my pussy, sliding in and out and stretching me there, filling me completely

He chuckled, and a warmth spread through my chest. "I don't know," I shrugged. "Most people are threatened by an androgynous girl with a working package. It's usually a competition thing or they find it 'disgusting.' Pricks." "Well, you have nothing to worry about with me. I'm fully accepting. Besides, I have something to tell you, too." I shifted in my seat to show I was listening. "I'm, uh...I'm bisexual. But I lean way more toward my attraction to men."

“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

He even heard him moan in pain because the full weight of his body fell on top of him. Alexander felt a bolt of electricity run through his veins that startled him. It was the first time that he instantly felt hot. He felt drunk again; he was not in his right mind. But this was different than his really drunken state. He never felt a desire this intense for anyone else—not even for a woman. He was bisexual, but only when he was too drunk on alcohol could he do things that he couldn’t do when he was in his right mind. “Darn, let me go, Alex!”