First Time Bisex Stories Novels & Stories

“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

But Carl and I—we were born on the same day. We were closer than the others. A secret language connected us when we were kids, as if we were twins instead of just best friends. As we grew, we shared everything. First fights. First crushes. First kisses. But no matter how many she-wolves I touched, no matter how many I fucked—I always came back to Carl. I was sixteen when I realized I was bisexual.

Corruptible. Now I crave control. But the filthy truth is I love being controlled too. Bisexuality was my ticket into both worlds. With men I get to hand my leash over and take. With women, I keep the leash wrapped around my wrist and pull until they’re begging. Cassie… she’s both temptation and memory. The younger version of me I’ll never get back and the toy I want to keep breaking open. Stan’s already gone for work and my stay here is officially over. For now. I should be zipping up my bag and texting a ride, instead I’m moving in slow motion, folding and refolding a shirt because the thought of not seeing Cassie again so soon knots my gut.

"No pressure. But Sheila? That thing in the shower? That wasn't nothing. We both know it." She left, closing the door quietly behind her. I sat alone in my ridiculous club outfit, head spinning, body still thrumming from earlier. Bisexual. Zuki was bisexual. And she wanted to be my first. I fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, knowing I should be thinking about Bobby. But all I could think about was pink hair plastered wet against Zuki's face, her hands on my skin, and the way she'd kissed me like I was air and she was drowning.

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.”

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

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?"