First Time Bisex Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Blood raced from one extreme to another until finally her grip on Jean’s aching hand relaxed and her body slumped backwards on to the bed. Such incredible pleasure from one hand. Afterwards, collapsed in exhaustion on the bed, Clare asked him, ‘Do you play guitar?’ He looked at her blankly. She smiled contentedly. He hadn’t even managed to get his trousers off - what a gent! *** It was obvious from the noise floating into the centre of the suite that Francesca and Bertrand were far from finished. Clare had wandered out of her room to the mini-bar and couldn’t help noticing that Francesca hadn’t bothered to shut her door. This was yet another first for Clare after her first Sapphic situation

It is me or he sound jealous. “A pretty woman with a girlfriend” I said. I don’t know but I need to explain. We enter his car and he started to drive. “Oh, she’s like that” and he already understand I remember, he already knew that I am bisexual so, but does he knew that I like him? We are too quiet and it is always like this while on the way. So I don’t have anything to do but to stare at his name for the whole time. I wish he accept my feelings for him but I am still shy to tell him, not afraid because I know Rick he wil not judge anyone.

Emily's POV; I have always been interested in literature, not just about fantasy and science fiction, but about the other side of the coin. It's funny, how I never thought that something like this would ever happen to me. Not because I'm not a good girl or anything like that, it's just that I've had so much experience with relationships in my life and yet it feels as though this is the first time. I mean, yes, there have been guys at school who I've liked over the years, but those were all in highschool, right before college. After that, it was more of a case of if you're into me and I'm into you type deal. This is probably going to sound cheesy, but I think I might be bisexual. That means t

That is, until recently, which was outlined in the first chapter. After my first bisexual experience in over twenty years with the anonymous stranger in the hotel room during a recent business trip, I gained an increased desire to do it again. I was frustrated in my efforts because Craig's List got rid of their personal ads, so I wasn't sure how to find another willing male partner. It felt wonderful to have a dick in my mouth again after all these years and I wanted to have my mouth filled with cum again; the sooner the better.

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.”

I stated. “True, but you weren't there for me give another one.” His voice softened. “I needed something to remember you by.” I stared. “Why would you want to remember me?” At this, he shrugged, looking away. “Maybe because you were my first?” It took me more than a minute to comprehend what I just heard. “I was your what?” “My first.”He repeated. “First what? First kiss? First hug? First… sex?” “First sex, Maya.” He finally looked at me. “You were the first woman I slept with.”

America" that's all... They both laughed till they hit each other. Anaisha couldn't easily decide, it felt like being between the thorns of a dilemma, and hell it was! More like being caught fucking a girl when you are and having a cock again (bisexual) and then getting to be asked to choose right away, you can relate... You like a cock but it keeps on breaking your heart again and again and again. You probably need to read this twice to get it, yes! It demands your attention🤓.

I asked, struck by an idea. "Either would probably be fine by me. I seem to enjoy both equally. I loved having sex with you last night, sir, but I loved being with Rose too. I didn't even mind Edward and Regina except for Ron suffering her invective and insults. For me, sex is sex and I'm not fussy about who I have it with." "Thereby doubling your chances for a date on Saturday night." "What, sir?" Reneé asked. "It's an old joke. Being bisexual doubles your chances of a date on Saturday night."