Bisexuality Book Novels & Stories

Elise’s POV I stayed exactly as he had left me, bent over the reading table, cheek against the cool wood, skirt tangled around my ankles, the open manuscript only inches from my face. Grant’s cum was already sliding down the insides of my thighs in slow, warm trails. The air in the special-collections room felt heavier now, thick with the scent of sex and old paper and the faint trace of his cologne. He stepped closer. The wet head of his cock brushed my lower lip. I opened without being told.

I clicked on the link and it brought up a very professional looking site, which, for some reason, actually surprised me bit. I saw a link called “Learn more,” so I clicked on it and kept going. I was getting more and more interested as I read the page, which said, “Are you a heterosexual man who’s looking for new experiences? Do you have bisexual thoughts and fantasies that you can’t get out of your head? Do you want to act-out those fantasies with another man in a safe and confidential way? If this sounds like you, we will match you with someone who shares your desires.”

At that point, I was not sure if I would rather be the guy doing the fucking or the girl getting railed in the ass. I had recently come to grips with the fact that I was bi-sexual. If I was given a choice, I would almost always choose to have sex with a girl as opposed to a guy, but I would sometimes get these urges to take another man’s penis. I had never had much luck with the ladies, as for I did not spend much time around them. I went to an all-boys’ high school, and did not spend much time out of my house when I was not at school. I had spent so much time around guys that I guess they had started to rub off on me.

“You are far from fixed, sweetie. I wish it were as simple as a couple of orgasms. But maybe you are opening yourself to healing those broken places in you. You are beginning to take steps toward accepting your bisexuality and facing your indoctrinated homophobia, but they are good and big steps for you. Shadow and I are so proud of your efforts so far. So proud.” “Does that mean, I have been good enough to f–k you up the arse next time?” Raven tried for levity. Shadow and Vixen laughed. “Getting there,” she answered, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Maybe you have been good enough to get to f–k Shadow up the arse next time, we shall see.” He clung to her and found comfort in Shadow’s big body

“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.

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

“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