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Chapter One hundred and Thirty Three They caught up with each other's life down to the sex part which made both of them giggle and libby told her about how she had sex with Lucius and starts feeling like she need more adventure just like Gemini who has had the real deal, threesome and all.

It all started last month where I found him on F******k and I friended him and he friended me back and we started talking about life and other stuff, he is divorced with his ex wife, while I am single he told me about how he is secretly bisexual, and I told him i was too. One day he invited me to watch some football, I had a big crush on him since high school and now he's right next to me, I started to get a boner and I tried to hide it but I'll call him Mike, Mike noticed it and he giggled saying "Is that for me?"

After sucking in air by her mere touch, Kendra said, “If I let you do that, then you have to promise to answer whatever questions I have to ask of you.” Minerva’s large breast grazed against Kendra’s upper arm as she lifted her body onto one elbow to better look at her. “You’re not in the least bit afraid of me, are you little girl?” Kendra lifted her chin in defiance. “I may be small compared to you, but I’m not afraid of you or any other lesbian.” Minerva threw her head back in laughter. “I’m bi-sexual, my dear. I have sex with people who I find beautiful. Male or female makes no difference. Taking you to my bed is an honor.”

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

1. LISA I’m Nineteen years old, and my parents still believe I’m their innocent church girl who wouldn’t dare break a single rule. They have no idea how wrong they are. I’ve spent my entire life trapped in that house, watched like a prisoner. The moment their car leaves the driveway, I slip out, find girls who want the same thing I do, and let them devour my pussy in the back seat of cars or rundown motel rooms where no one asks questions. I’ve perfected the art of playing the perfect daughter while my body stays constantly hungry, cunt wet and aching for release.

— He sits up straighter and grabs a decorative pillow from the bed, hugging it to his lap. — Why would we change? Unless you murdered someone, I don’t see any reason we’d start treating you differently. — Anthony says, laughing. — I think I’m bisexual. — Freddie finally says it—the truth that’s clearly been eating at him. — Okay… and? — I ask, still confused about why he thought this would be so hard to tell us. — That’s it? — Anthony asks, sounding genuinely incredulous before flopping back onto the floor with a sigh.

I smiled wickedly as I set up my phone and connected the call. Oh.My.God. My girls would do their silly dance if they knew how naughty I was. All of them were very adventurous about sex, sometimes not even caring about gender and they weren't even bisexual. Well...maybe they were. I just don't know anymore. They didn't like to limit themselves. They liked to keep their options open, Amber once confessed. Yes, Amber. Out of all the people that would get through to me, talking about sex. It just had to be Amber.

ROSCOE’S POV I sighed and sat on my swivel chair after Morgan has left my office. I know what we’re doing is wrong but I’m happy with it. I tried so many times to stay faithful on my wife, but everytime I see Morgan, I can’t help but fall in love with that man. I love him. I love him so much. And yes, I am bisexual. I caressed my forehead before standing up. I’ll now go back to our room with my wife. And act like I didn’t do any nasty thing with Morgan.

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.

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