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“What does that mean?” “She told me why you two split. She caught you cheating on her. I won’t do that to her.” “Yes you will, because you and I are alike. The soft, loving nature of a woman steals our hearts, but there is something about a hard body that gets our blood pumping. Fuck the consequences.” Trey’s breath caught. “So you are bisexual. Reagan is convinced that you’re…”

The start of us. We spent the next few weeks getting to know each other, and it wasn't long before I realized that their connection went deeper than friendship. They were both bisexual, and not in the casual, maybe-this-is-a-phase kind of way. They were open about it, comfortable in their skin and in their attraction to each other as well as to women. It was part of what made their friendship so strong. They didn't need to hide anything from each other; they embraced it. It made everything about them magnetic.

“I’m sure that she’s okay and that you’ll probably see her once again. It’s a company party anyway. You’re bound to run into her if you work in the same institution.” When I said those words, she suddenly lightened up and smiled. “You’re right. You really are smart, my friend. And for that, I can now shower in peace.” I chuckled as she went inside the bathroom while humming a happy tune. Camille is bisexual, and she falls in love really easily. Of course, as her best friend, I support her decisions. However, when she gets too serious when the other party is clearly not, I always warn her beforehand. Am I being a hypocrite? I held onto Clyden and I’s relationship for the past five years, even

"Interesting. You want to dig in the dirt instead of wearing fancy clothes and looking pretty?" "There's a lot more to it than looking pretty..." "So you don't like sex?" He cut me off. "I do, but not like that." "Are you asexual?" Is he even listening to me? Talking to him is futile. "Most women in the harem are actually bisexual, with a few lesbians. You need to explore a bit to figure out what you are." "I know what I am and what I want." "Are we playing dom-sub in my bed?" His stupid, irrelevant question confused me.

The inner door is always locked, while the other is open. Approaching the desk, I open the oldest letter. ‘Sweetheart, I’m sorry. You know I am, why won’t you open the door? We need to talk. Let me explain myself, please. When I saw you with Reinard I freaked out, ok?! I need to see you. Basil’ Fuck! I should take care of this in time. How could I be so careless? ‘Lylia, please! We need to talk. I’ll wait for you at Flora’s. Please come.

Her lips are as dry as can be. “But he can’t,” I add softly. She doesn’t move. So I try something else. “You wanna hear a stupid story?” She shrugs. “Back in Atlanta, I once got caught sleeping with a councilwoman’s daughter. Not caught in bed, thank God, but caught enough. She left her bra in my gym bag. Security found it while checking for weapons at the club entrance.” Dorothy blinks. I continue. “She had a thing for public sex. I had a thing for not saying no to anything with boobs and a membership card. It was a disaster waiting to happen.”

My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student. To my parents, I was a good girl with excellent character and academic performance; to my classmates, I was a cold flower that had rejected countless suitors. But no one had seen the rebellious, dark-minded, authentic me behind this innocent face. I had fantasized about being violated more than once. All of this began from that summer vacation… That day, my parents went to the nearby city to deal with something. They planned to be home that night, but when I waited until midnight, I received the news that they would stay there for two days.

"That's like... one of the hottest things about jerking off to twin p**n." Alex smirked. "Guys, and women, for that matter, do tend to ask that. Shit, my friends growing up used to joke about me bringing her over so they could watch us make out and go down on each other." The guys laughed and she made a show of rolling her eyes as if eating her sister's pussy was just too far out there. "So, you're bisexual?" Bryce confirmed. "Aren't you?" she shot back, drawing raucous laughter again.

"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?"

I told her. “What! We are Americans, and one more thing, the don’t know shit, these people aren’t as, well, uh, flexible, as we are?” she is outspoken, brazen, and ridiculous. But she definitely made our night. We have drinks for a few more rounds. “So, I am curious about these things your boyfriend wants you to do, huh?” I ask boldly, with the help of the alcohol. She pounds the table and begins to tell her story, “Huh! Well, you see,” then she begins to whisper the censored part, “He wants us to do anal sex, and then deep throat, and bondage.”