First Time Bisex Stories Novels & Stories

— You mean with the others it was just sex? — No. I’ve never touched another woman. Ever. I always wanted you to be my first. — Bastien… you’re almost 30. How did you survive without sex? — The way you saw me in the shower this morning — he smirked, and Kate turned red — I wanted you to be the first. And the only one. — Bastien… — I studied a lot. Learned techniques to make it less painful. But that day… that day should’ve never happened. I felt disgusted with myself. I’d never hurt a woman, and I had to do it to the only one I ever loved.

I really wanted Bisi to join us, this would have been his first pride celebration and also my first time coming with my partner. Before I met Bisi, I was not involved in a steady homosexual relationship with anyone, because of my marital status, I preferred one-night stand or casual dating. But I fell in love with Bisi and wanted something more steady with him. Moreover, he was so young, innocent, and confused when I met him that I wanted to hold him and tell him all would be okay.

I said as she came closer and begins to undress me and I pulled her in a kiss immediately dipping my hands down to her honeypot, I pulled out from the kiss and pushed her on the bed and I got on her in a 69 position as we suck on each other, moans were heard loud in the room I got up from her as we both got in a tribbing section intertwined our legs together grinding our Virginia's together, I slapped her breast hard causing a red mark as she moaned repetediously. Oh fuck go on baby" "Harder, faster" Fuck I love you" She moaned continuously as I jerked her off really hard and we soon reached our climax and I lapped on all her juice then pulled her into a kiss. Well this is the truth I'm bis

Jackson raised his eyebrows, while Liam blinked in surprise, the corner of his mouth twitching between irritation and amusement. “Indulging in therapy now? Is that what we’re doing?” Liam asked, his voice teasing, but not cruel. “No,” Janet replied firmly. She sat straighter, her tone slipping into something sharper, wiser. “I’m saying people always reduce it to sex. Like it’s only about who you can drag into bed. But bisexuality is about affection, about attraction, about connection that doesn’t stop at lines people draw. It’s seeing someone, man, woman, or beyond—and wanting them not just for their body, but for the chaos and beauty they carry.”

He’d go rogue day and night, just to piss them off. Needless to say, little fucker fell in love with the bad boy. That was the time I knew that I was bisexual. He was the first man I ever liked. As miserable as I was, I was also shy, so I kept that shit to myself, until a few years later. When the Romans moved, I’d thought that my so-called crush on him had died, but it came back tenfold when I saw him again, at my father and sister’s funeral. I was bulking up, but it turns out I was nothing against him. Back then, I couldn’t hold back on my feelings. We were both adults, so I was determined to make my feelings known.

One of them noticed her at the door. "You're probably off bullying someone again," he teased, causing the others to laugh. "You wish!" Bisila shot back, strolling into the bar. "Hey, Donnie," she called out. "Speak of the devil. Bisila, why are you dressed like a male worker?" asked Donnie from behind the bar, raising an eyebrow. "It’s a long story," she replied, taking a seat. "We love stories!" one of the men chimed in. "Who’d you terrorize today?"

Babs is getting some fucking tonight when she gets home and I tell her this story. I'm a novelist. I have a character who appears in a series of thrillers. Babs is a V.P. of a bank. Good thing. My books make money, but not a living, it's our vacation fund. This arrangement has me at home. I do the shopping and meal prep. I jokingly refer to it as "Hunting and gathering", much to my wife's amusement. And now I live a bi-sexual life through my attic window.

BLAIRE The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My neck was a map of dark bruises, and my pussy throbbed with a heavy, relentless ache. I stood under the spray of the shower, the hot water hitting my sensitized skin like a thousand needles. I watched as the milky remnants of Raymond’s thick cum swirled down the drain, mixing with the steam, but I couldn't wash away the intense, complicated realization settling in my gut. I wasn't just Manuel’s widow anymore. I was the center of a storm I had walked into willingly, a woman caught between two brothers who wanted to claim every inch of the life I had left. I must confess ,I like every bit of it

The girl kisses my swollen clit one last time before sliding out from under me. People are waking up. Whispering. Staring. And I’m still on all fours, tits out, skirt around my waist, thick cum gushing from my ruined pussy down my thighs… caught red-handed between two strangers who just destroyed me in the middle of a crowded overnight bus.

“It was fun teasing you. That’s all. I was just joking.” Experiments? Boys fucking other boys for fun? What the fuck was going on? Why had I never heard about any of this before? Probably because I had always been in a co-ed school with plenty of girls around? “If it’s still bothering you,” Devon said finally, breaking my train of thought. “You can always check out articles on bisexuality or pansexuality. They’re a thing too, you know. LGBTQ+ doesn’t only stand for lesbian or gay or Trans people. It’s an entire spectrum that holds numerous possibilities.”