Best Bi Short Stories: Bisexual Fiction

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He covers himself up, looks at me and said " Are you good?" I nod yes. He wraps himself in his cum splatted towel and heads to the showers. My main concern with this ordeal is not wanting to jeopardize a friendship. I'm uncomfortable about this whole situation mainly because he is uncomfortable. It doesn't bother me that I fooled around with another guy (other than the fact I enabled him to cheat); I'm gay after all. On the other hand, he is a straight guy in a serious relationship. I know that he probably remembers at least something, and is probably very bothered by it. And that is what's ultimately bothering me. I want so badly to let him know that it was a mistake and that it won't happen again. I want to let him know that I won't ever bring up the situation again. I want to let him know that our friendship means much more to me than some stupid, drunken mistake. I want to let him know that he has nothing to worry about. BUT, I can't. I still think the best thing to do, as many of you have suggested, is to keep my mouth shut unless he brings it up. Even then, I'll probably feign ignorance and write it off to being drunk. It was my first tie up experience, it happened when I was younger, around the age of 12 to 13. I was in the boy scouts for several years, but my family had recently moved states due to my mom transfering jobs. I remember I was really bummed out because I didn't know anybody at my new school, but my dad signed me up for boy scouts as a way to get me involved to meet new kids. The good news is I don’t have feelings for him. Well, at least I don’t think I do. Time will tell, I guess. Forgive yourself for what happened. There is nothing you can do to change it, and there is no point in living in regret. Take a vow to do what you must to repair your friendship and ensure that it never happens again.

I have no idea how long this whole quarantine thing will last. At the time of this post, it seems like this could go on for many weeks, perhaps into summer. Once we emerged from the intense connection, we began discussing what our next step would be in opening to sexual freedom. Our explorations started with having a threesome – me and 2 bi-men –something for everyone. I was terrified the first time. I kept putting it off with any excuse I could find. Can I really do this? What kind of a girl am I? Mothers don’t do this kind of thing.Fine," says Lauren. Her eyelids lifting and falling down from drunkenness, she effortfully lunges toward Tim in slowed, moon-walking style leaps. "Truth or dare, Timmy. You're so cute. Like a puppy dog. I just want to pet you all day . . ." I remember thinking it was kind of messed up but went along with it. He said it was my turn Reciprocal I probably wouldn’t mention this to your girlfriend. Others will disagree with me on this advice, but I just don’t see how telling her can make the situation any better; it can certainly make the situation worse. She likely will not understand how or why this could’ve happened (just like you are unable to understand how or why it happened). She will have more questions than you’ll have answers for, and your answers may not be to her satisfaction. I really think it’s best to not bring this up to her. I sat there staring at her naked foot for several minutes, partly because my nerves were getting the best of me. If she woke up and caught me, not only was my marriage possibly ruined, but her husband is an executive in my company. My career could be impacted as well.

No, you are going to participate. This is Family Game Night. We play games that the parents and the children will both enjoy.” It may also help to alleviate her fears about you leaving her by showing her research of how common it is for men to seek sexual intimacy with other men but not be attracted to them, and this may help her feel better, especially if she is someone who responds to facts and figures or rational thinking.

The Comedian (2012)

Well, first . . . why don’t the ladies decide," I say, looking for my High Life and not instantly finding the fat, heavy bottle. I was actually attracted to my sister in law before ever even meeting my wife. She works in my company, but was already married at the time. She's very short at 4 '10, blonde hair, brown eyes....wide hipped but amazing legs and feet. Her skin is always that tan color and they always look so smooth. Her feet are size 6 and toes are on the shorter side, but they are perfect in every way. We tried to keep our relationship new and exciting, but there were patterns that were slowly destroying it. He thought it was me and I thought it was him. “You never initiate”, he would say. “You are not affectionate enough”, I would retort. We would argue, he would become angry and pull away and I would withhold sexually, sometimes for weeks. Eventually one of us would breakdown the barrier by giving in and apologizing. We would have sex and then get on with our day to day, really not diving into any depth about what all the tension was about in the first place. It would slowly begin to build again, the same routine starting with the accusations. This pattern went on for a number of years. At one point, after another rollercoaster of no talking, no sex and no communication, I became increasingly concerned about how long this would continue. It was exhausting and we just couldn’t seem to break free. Something was seriously wrong. Then he broke the news.