Bisexuality Books Novels & Stories

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

“That’s not what I meant. Being straight means I only have sex with men. Bisexual means someone is attracted to both genders.” “Girls can have sex with girls, too?” My eyes widened in surprise. She nodded. “I want to have that too,” I said with a small smile, my eyes bright with curiosity.

I ask as we arrive at the sexuality section. "Funny, I thought they had dispelled that old myth about different types and everyone agrees there's just the one kind now," she says. "Type of book, I meant!" I feel my face flush and I know I'm probably blushing. "I knew what you meant," she says, patting me on the arm, playfully. "I was just kidding!" Her smile shows beautiful white teeth between her thick, ruby lips. "That was good!" I return her wide smile and recover my composure. "There really are a lot of different types of orgasm books. Here's one called The Multi-Orgasmic Woman," I tell her, pulling a book from the shelf.

"I love Dane so much, Vivian, so damn much. But I can't be intimate with him because of my sexuality." "Are you sure it's your sexuality? I've heard of lesbians who has been into girls for years but when they had sex with a man, they loved it." Raine laughed and it came out hollow. Empty. "Bisexuals, Vivian. They are bisexual. There's a big difference. If there's hundred percent of girls in this country....sixty percent are straight, thirty-eight percentage are bisexuals and only two percents are lesbians." She paused, taking another sip. "We're that few in this country. Bigger in America but then again, only a few of us are that way from birth." she paused, "It's also the same with homosexu

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

“I love black holes.” I squirmed in my seat. “What are you doing?” I looked around. We were near the back of the planetarium with no one around them, but we were still in public. When I felt Kai’s hand slide inside my pants, his fingers finding my wet folds, I let out a hiss. I gripped the armrests as he slipped up and down my slit. “Kai, we shouldn’t do this. Not here.”

"And, if there are any indications of bisexuality, they are buried...only to bubble up as something taboo and even more exciting. Denial or repression only leads to awful problems with marriages and relationships; it's really shitty what people have to endure." "Rach, I agree; everybody is different with unique DNA, unique desires...it all defies our need to neatly label people with gay, lesbian or hetero...black or white..." "I have always considered myself to be heterosexual with some bisexual tendencies..." "That said, I've rarely had the courage to act on the any of these thoughts/desires." I usually satisfy myself with p**n, stroking to bisexual or gay videos...especially JO scenes. Rac

I swallowed hard, "I.. I don't know I don't think -" "Do you want me or not Isabella?", he asked again, this time with a hint of desperation in his voice. I nodded, "I do". "Good, because I want you too". I'm dreaming again, aren't I? This is one of those my sex dreams isn't it? Before I could say a word, his hands slipped under my robe, going straight down and slowly under my legs. His hands played with my pussy lips. "You're wet already? damn", he mumbled.

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.

No one knows the quiet, glasses-wearing bookworm is actually a dripping wet slut online. But now I’m trapped in this house with the three men who star in my darkest, most forbidden fantasies. My pussy has been aching since the moment the snow started, knowing I’m alone with them. I’m in the living room trying to read when Kai walks in, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips. The deep V of his abs and the outline of his heavy cock make my thighs press together instinctively. He’s your stepbrother. Stop it. But the ache only worsens.