First Time Bisex Stories Novels & Stories

I was eager to learn and expand my professional network, but I honestly never expected that I would raise my ass for a lovely gentleman with a huge cock. On the first day of the event, I arrived late afternoon, and since I am bi-sexual, I was looking for a hot single mom attending the event to flirt and potentially play with. Since my industry is very male-dominated, the selection was limited, and I had little success. As that day's activities wrapped up, I retreated to my room to relax and surf some porn. During surfing and jerking, I started chatting online with several people but never committed to meeting anyone: just friendly chat and solo fun.

Damn him for luring my boyfriend away. I’d known Ben was bisexual when we met. It hadn’t bothered me. When he ditched me for Hunter, I told myself it didn’t matter if it was a man or a woman who stole him. But thinking about them together made me obsess over what Hunter had that I didn’t—besides the obvious. We didn’t talk much as he cut my hair. I tried not to look at his torso or his crotch as he leaned over me. Think about work, I instructed myself. But now that Ben’s boyfriend was right here, I wanted to unzip his jeans and take out his cock. I wanted to see and touch every part of him.

I pulled out my phone, opened the app, and for a few seconds, just stared at the empty post box before typing. “I’m done staying silent. My personal life is not public property. Yes, I have feelings for Kyle, and yes, I have feelings for Maddox too. I’m bisexual and polyamorous. I can love both of them, and I won’t apologize for that. So stop twisting my story. I know what I want, and I’ll fight for it.” I hit post. Within seconds, notifications started flooding in—likes, reposts, arguments, and people taking sides. The entire feed lit up with my name. Some were cheering, some were cursing, and others were just gossiping like they always do.

“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.

He never minded traveling for work, even though he sometimes described their adventurous sex life to me in detail, almost as if to underline how secure he felt. I was a recently divorced, closeted bisexual man, and it didn’t surprise me when Jim half-jokingly told me to “keep an eye on things” while he was gone. He’d laughed and said, “You suck too much dick to keep a woman happy.” I never knew if he was teasing or quietly referencing something from the distant past—something I might write about someday. Either way, I knew he trusted me not to cross a line. But none of us could have guessed what would actually begin that day.

And I wasn't feeling the same way for other guys, just you, I still liked girls, I knew I found girls attractive but, I don't know yours was different. So just imagine how I felt like that day and I was like, fuck it I'm going to Greece next month and I'll probably never see you again, that's why I kissed you, I regretted it immediately and pulled away hoping you wouldn't kill me, what I don't understand is why you kissed me back " . "I'm Bisexual ", he said casually taking a sip from his drink. "I had a couple of flings with some guys back then, though it was a secret, couldn't afford people finding out then but right now honestly I don't give a fuck, my mom is proud of me and that's all th

I saw the tips trickle in, I told myself it was just for money but when the first tip hit—it was fifty dollars from someone named Regular47. Then he typed—“show us how wet you’re getting, beautiful.” My breath hitched. I slipped the strap down my shoulders, then the other, letting the lace slip away until my breasts spilled free. I rolled my nipples between my fingers until they ached. The first night I came quietly with two fingers buried deep inside me while the camera caught only my mouth parted and my thighs trembling. I whispered things I’d never said out loud to Mark. “I need to be filled… I need my pussy to be stretched until I couldn't think.” The shame hit right after orgasm but the

He dropped me onto the bed, and before I could even settle into the mattress, he was on top of me, his hands ripping my shirt apart like it was nothing but tissue paper. I felt like a slut beneath him, and I loved every second of it. I arched my back, offering myself up as he stripped me bare, his eyes devouring every inch of my skin. He took off his clothes as well, leaving me breathless. This was our second time having sex but yet, it somehow felt like our first time. “I've always wondered if you're sensitive there,” Taye said as he leaned closer. “Wh—” a moan especially my lips as he pinched my nipples.

He was unwilling but who knows, a conversation with him might help him understand his place. "You know the only moment I confirmed myself that I was bisexual was when I starting feeling love on both guys and girls" Jethro began, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I mean I love girls, I've dated a few of them, fucked a lot of them but then I fell in love with this one guy and the saddest part of that was he was my best friend" Jayler heard a soft crack in his voice like he flinched for a second and he was vulnerable to say that he was dressed properly to the impression of a strong man. "He was actually the better version of me but yeah, to cut the story short, we fell in love with each o

"There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." You don't like sex?" He cut her off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Was he even listening to her? Talking to him was futile. How could he even think she was asexual after their first sex? "Most ladies in the slave quarters are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You and your twin sister need to explore a bit to figure out what you both are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dub-sub in my bed?"