Novel & Cerita Nifty Bisexual Stories

Jenna pulled up her slacks smiling at all the girls and said, "I guess I didn't tell you yet that I am very bi-sexual. I love a hard cock jamming my juicy pussy full but I also love the tender touch of a female. I hope you won't take offense but I've looked at all three of you and each one of you has a tight body I wouldn't mind exploring, if you let me." Patty, Barbie and Beth all blushed as they looked at each other before Patty looked at Jenna and Terri saying, "We are new to being nude in front of each other and both of you. Up until this morning the only other people who have seen us naked were your parents, the other night. I can't speak for Barbie and Beth but Tony and I have a very a

“I don’t need a visual of you shaking your dick in some poor girl’s face.” He laughs. “You should try it.” “No way would he do it,” Quinton says from the chair, his attention focused on the hockey game. “More like no way would you do it,” I shoot back, giving him a pointed look. “Hey, the ladies like their dark men thick,” he says, rubbing his hand over his not-that-thick belly. “Trust me, I don’t need to dance at bachelorette parties to get the goods.” “You’re both pathetic,” I say. “I would have thought that our days of university were behind"

Wanting to be clear, I added, "But I'd be perfectly fine with just one or the other." He pondered deeply. Confusion etched across my face, I asked, "If you never want to bottom, let me know now." "I want to," he asserted firmly. "Definitely." His jaw clenched, his abs tensed. "I'm considering which one you prefer more and if I've ever been selfish—" "Stop right there," I interjected, swiftly finding a way to explain. "You're bisexual—" "Am I?" he joked. That smartass remark made me roll my eyes, but I continued, "You're committed to me. You don't need a girl. But you're attracted to girls. It's the same for me. I like both, but I'd be content with just one forever. Understand?"

“Meh. Meh.” Silent for a few moments, we stare into space until her hand lands on my thigh. I stare at her manicured fingernails, trailing it to her face. “Hey, Cathy. Can I kiss you?” “What?” “Hear me out for a second, okay? You are the only one I can experiment this with. I read this stupid journal that says all girls are bisexual.” “I’m not bisexual. I like only Calum.” She laughs. “Just a kiss, Cathy.”

It got pretty quiet for a minute. I told them to sit down and relax, everything is okay, Zach wouldn't say anything, she was asking me about if we are fully gay etc and I said maybe we're both bisexual, I don't know. I gave her dabs to smoke, she seemed to relax and was acting really surprised but kind of had an excited tone asking questions. She seemed to be genuinely interested at this point more than upset or anything.

Other students from the other booths started to get alarmed by the escalating tension. "I'm bisexual, just. Bisexual," Cyril said in a volume just above a whisper. "So it doesn't mean that I can't punch you whenever I feel like it." "So, you like violence, huh?" Eric commented, continuing to tease as he looked at Cyril from head to toe. He then bit his lips briefly before leaving his remark. "Very kinky." In a split second, he found himself sitting on the ground. Everyone was in awe and surprised by what they just witnessed.

I had opened Pandora's box; no matter how much we wanted to close it, we couldn’t. I was so conflicted. How could I be attracted to my girl and attracted to Tristan at the same time? Was I bisexual? They were total opposites, but both brought out different sides in me. Natasha brought out masculinity in me, while Tristan brought out my submissive side, but he could also bring out my masculine side. Did this mean I was gay? Had I transformed into the downlow man that all the women talked about? “Baby, are you okay? You spaced out for a moment.”

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.

I don't regret whatever happened between us but I also don't want him to feel pressured into a relationship with me. I couldn't sleep so I lay awake and read stories from my Good Novel online book app, the different genres of stories on the app had made it my favorite to go to whenever I was less busy and wanted to read some good stories. I had already purchased some coins on Tuesday to finish the story I was reading The Life Of Bisi the tragic story of a gay Nigerian boy. I could almost relate to the boy's story as I read through, I was still on chapter 29 when a call came through my phone. It was Jude, and the memories of last night flashed unbidden through my mind's eyes. "Hello."

Ashley’s mother could not control her irritation, she leaned down the table and spoke to Ashley, “What are you doing? Don’t you think that you are being extra good to your friend?” Ashley rolled her eyes, “Mom, I am not being extra good to her. It’s just how we behave all the time. And she is not just a friend.” “What do you mean by not just friend?” this time, it was her father who asked. He was not feeling anything different from the others. He too was getting annoyed by his daughter’s behavior. Ashley stood up from her seat. By now, the topic was for everyone to discuss. “Natalia is my girlfriend. And I take this opportunity to come out to the world as a bisexual woman. And this is who I