Bi Sex Stories


Sleeping Problem Solved

Navy recruit Brandi Fields lay in her rack quietly while the other recruits slept. The only others awake were the two on watch. One was Recruit Hanks and Brandi didn't know the other girls name. At the moment she was upset that she couldn't sleep. You would think being in boot camp would make you fall straight asleep every night, but apparently not. She had been laying down for two hours now. Her labido had always been strangely high for a female and at times only sex seemed to make her sleep. Back home her boyfriend use to sneak in her window nightly and rock her body into a sweet release. But here she lay. Hot, bothered and no male in the same room.

Interactions With The Neighbours: Part 3

Zack and I wake at the same time, his morning hard on pushing firmly against my stomach. My hand goes to it and I slowly jerk him off, he responds by trying to pleasure me. I stop him and make it clear that would have to wait until tomorrow, today my body belongs to Stacy. He leans back and enjoys the sensation between his legs; he orgasms hard and the cum trickles down my stomach and over my pussy. We meet Stacy in the shower and I notice that she was appraising the bite marks on Zack's body. I smile at her and bare my teeth. We take a light breakfast then make our way to the garage. It houses my pride and joy, a double sybian.

cat got the cream

Desperate for some pussy play with a woman after six month exclusive heteorsexual fling (redacted). To get myself hot I headed for the gym, sun shining and spring finally in the air. From the crosstrainer I have a clear view from the gym window, down to the pool below. My forty minute programme passes quickly as I scan each and every body whilst deciding whether I'd have sex with them. I always fancy more women than men, their bodies can be achingly beautiful and I become aroused in my appreciation of their muscles, thighs and shoulders, waists, bottoms and tits...I always feel randy at the gym, ever since that time a couple of years back....

Going solo but not alone.

Woody Allen quote: "Don't knock masturbation; it's sex with someone I love" has a deep resonance with me. I am Katie LaSalle and I am studying Social Anthropology at Uni. It is fair to say that I am addicted to sex and have been so for a long time. I enjoy fucking boys and girls or if the opportunity arises both at the same time. However nothing beats making love to myself. Anything from a quick wank in the toilet to a long ride on my Sybian. Saturday is a special day for me. I make quick visit to the hairdresser and the local shops to buy any supplies I need, then the rest of the day is for myself. Twelve long hours of me time.

Interactions with the neighbours: Part 2

I have already mentioned, I inherited my house from my Uncle, along with his extensive library of erotic literature and his 'Cabinet of Curiosities' a true sadists delight. Zack and Stacy, who live one house along have already savoured what I have to offer. Once is never enough and they have pestering me to allow them to try out my hobby room. I must admit I am excited as they are by the prospect. The opportunity has finally arisen. Their mother is going away on five-day conference. Being sixteen and Seventeen respectively she considers Zack and Stacy to be old enough to be left on their own. In fact they will be staying with me for seventy-two hours. We have been planning for a week now.

Summer's Dawn

These days it is not uncommon for women in their late thirties to have children that are in early twenties. Malachi had met such a woman, Summer. They had met online, on one of the popular 'networking' sites. They hit off pretty quickly, conversing online via messenger and email for about a week before they had exchanged phone numbers. They got along very well and despite coming from different backgrounds, they had tons in common; from the music they both enjoyed, to the places they had both lived, and a shared sense of core values. Summer had come from a wealthy background, her father was Fortune 500 CEO at a telecommunication corporation, and her mother was a feared and respected corporate...

The Relaxation Part 2

It wasn't that Kismet was addicted to shopping for sex toys. That wasn't it at all. She was just one of those people you could easily suggest things to. You hand her a certain toy and give her the highlights on what it could do and 9 times out of 10 she'd be walking out of the shop with bag in hand, mind filled with ideas of what was to come. The Internet just provided a whole new way for Kismet to research and shop whenever she was in the mood for an addition to the collection she kept in a small chest under her bed. These sites had product specifications, pictures and - most importantly - customer reviews. Those were her downfall.

The Relaxation

There's something to be said about a whirlpool tub, a glass of champagne and the sound of jazz on the radio. That was all Kismet could think about as she turned the water on as hot as she could stand it, staring at the flow cascading into the tub for a moment before starting to get ready. It had been a very long week, not one she wanted to repeat anytime soon. A business trip gone terribly wrong and a serious reprimand from her boss had left her overstressed in a very underpaid career and she knew if she didn't do something for herself, she'd probably lose her mind very soon. Steam was rising from the tub now and she moved to pour in some scented oil, taking a deep breath and smiling.

Interaction With The Neighbours: Part1

I consider myself to be a very fortunate person; at the age of nineteen I own my own house. I inherited from my Uncle, along with an extensive library of erotic literature (most of it is simply porn) and what is probably one of the largest private collections of implements designed to cause pain. It is a nice house too, detached with three bedrooms, a living room, a dinning room and a kitchen to die for. It also has a good size study, which I have converted into a hobby room, you will find at more about my hobbies later. The garden is a dream and I spend hours in it. Mainly indulging in nude sunbathing. By the way my name is Suzie.

Jasmine's Insatiable Mother

Jasmine was eating her breakfast in the kitchen when she heard the bathroom door closing. It was a little strange because her mother used to wake up an hour later than that. Ever since her father left them, six years ago, for the eyes of a twenty years old blonde, her mother was the only one to assume full responsibility of all household expenses as none of the relatives offered to lend a helping hand. There were a mortgage loan and various credit cards which ought to be paid up urgently. Her mother was bound to work overtime, for as long as she could remember, in an account office which was run by two older luscious ladies, Matthea and Rosa.