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Ever since I was about 14, I knew I was bisexual. Then, when I told my crush that I liked her on my 16'th birthday, she gave a cold slap of rejection. Tears ran down my face that day, and I felt like taking my life. I ran to a private area I found out, and let loose my tears.
Depression runs through my family, and I never told my mom about how depressed I was. I put on a mask to hide behind - pretending to be a happy and carefree kid. Inside, I was deeply depressed, and easily broken at the slightest of yells. I actually remember my mom yelling at me for accidentally knocking down a vase, and when she left tears dripped down my face.
I have attempted suicide at least 4 times already, but all those times I've bailed out. I've tried overdosing on my daily medication, self harm, and even hanging. All those times I could not have done it, yet I still had a pitting feeling of pain in my gut.
I have read several stories online about suicide, and how they were prevented. I've never actually called the suicide hotline, because there was always someone around me. Now, I deeply regret not talking about it to someone, especially my family.
I am older now, midway through College, and still coping through depression behind a curtain. A curtain which hides away my problems from others, but not myself. I have tried talking to the Suicide Prevention Hotline, which has withered away parts of the depression.
#depression #gay #sad #bisexual
I just watched The Babysitter with my mum, when Bee and Alison were kissing, I couldn’t help but think about how comfortable I would be with confessing my sexuality to her. I’m not even sure if I still like guys anymore or if it’s just girls, cause god girls are so hot.
A few years ago I was living in a trailer park. Straight out of high school and desperate to be on my own. There was an older man a couple of trailers down. Seemed to be a cheerful, friendly guy. He offered me a beer a couple of times when I was still underage.
One night he asked me over to help him with a small do it yourself project in his trailer. We finished that up in a few minutes and he gave me a beer. We sat on his couch and talked. Soon he had his hands on me and kept asking if he was being too forward.
As I was still a virgin, I figured a gay cherry popping was better than none at all. He gave me my best (and first) blowjob followed almost immediately by a second blowjob. I figured it was my turn so I gave him my best amateur blowjob which he seemed to enjoy despite my fumbling.
We kept getting it on a couple times a month. He had a girlfriend as well and explained sex with men didn't exclude girls. Later that year I got a girlfriend and my gay adventures tapered off. But I was always thankful he gave me a push into sex.
I let guys suck my cock - and I highly recommend it to other guys everywhere.
I'm straight, married, in my mid 40's and I get blown by guys. The more I look around, the more common this seems to be, but even if not, fuck it. I was freaked out by it at first, and even a bit ashamed, but it's super convenient, and my wife isn't into sucking me off, so I've got a couple guys that I can hit up for a BJ whenever I want. The visual isn't so great, but you get used to it, and they have no problem with me playing porn. Pretty clearly, guys who love to suck dick are totally all about providing the best experience, so whatever makes it work best for me is what they want. I think this is why shit like this goes on all the time but nobody ever talks about it. It's totally hedonistic. It's all about me and getting the kind of BJ I'm in the mood for, be it a five minute quickie, or a leisurely half hour or so of getting my brains sucked out.
I probably get 4-5 BJs a month, but the great thing is, it's all up to me. There's no real relationship to worry about (though we are friendly), no drama, and if I'm not horny, I just don't go. No one's going to call me to ask where I've been or if I want to come around today. On the other hand, if I'm going through a horny phase, I could swing by every day and it would also be no big deal. It's just so straight forward! I don't have to manscape, or bring flowers, I just have to take a seat and get blown.
Oh, and do I have to point out that someone who really loves to suck dick tends to do it really well? My one guy is gay and he's all about throat action, he likes to take it deep and massage it with this throat muscles. The other guy is bi and prefers to do some crazy shit with his tongue. Both not only swallow, but love doing it. Neither wants anything more from me and they don't even try to get undressed. No drama, no commitment, no worrying about it being anything more than it actually is, just a blowjob.
Again, this all took some getting used to, but where the fuck are you going to find a woman who'll blow you whenever you want and with no hidden agenda? Honestly, it's fucking great and I highly recommend it!
I'm a 65 year old bisexual male who loves to cross-dress. I've been doing this now for seven years. Wearing women's clothing just feels so good to me. When I get up in the morning, I can't wait to get my entire body shaved completely smooth, put on makeup and do my nails. Next comes my thong, corset, push-up bra, hip and butt pads, garter belt and nylons. Since I've been taking phytoestrogen supplements the whole time, my boobs have grown to fit snugly into a 42C bra. My boobs are really nice. Guys go crazy for them. I began using breast forms to augment my appearance, but I don't need them anymore to get a nice effect. I really love my boobs and fondle them as often as possible. Next comes a silky slip to drape over my torso, followed by a sexy dress with its hemline falling just above my knees. The neckline of my dress must plunge low enough to expose my cleavage. My legs have received many compliments on their shape, so I always wear a fashionable pair of heels to bolster their appearance. Earrings, necklace, bracelet and a nice wig complete the look.
My wardrobe is extensive. I have dozens of dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes. outerwear and accessories. Wigs of all shades and lengths are available to me as well. No matter how much I have, I can't resist the urge to buy more. Its definitely an obsession. When I'm fully dressed and see myself in the mirror, I nearly come to climax. OMG, how I wish I could be a woman. I'm so jealous of those who are.
Being bisexual, I crave having sex other men. As a younger man, it was relatively easy to hook up for same sex experiences. However, as I aged, it became harder to arrange such trysts. Becoming a crossdresser definitely increased my chances for success. I discovered that many men love "chicks with dicks". It opened up a whole new world for me. As soon as I began appearing in drag, I became much more desirable. My date requests grew immensely. I could pick and choose which ones to accept.
One thing I've always fantasized about was being a prostitute. How lucky women are that they can do this. I could never understand why more ladies don't participate in that occupation. I fantasized about it so much, I decided to try my luck as a crossdressing escort. Websites for escort service advertising are all over the internet. I offered my services on as many of them as I could. I really didn't know if I'd get any responses. To my surprise, the replies were overwhelming.
It was so easy to find men who wanted to have sex with me. There were several women as well. I've lost count of how many men I've sold my body to, but it has to be at least several hundred. Age range also surprised me. The youngest man I did told me he was 18, and I'm not sure if he really was . He looked no more than 16 and didn't have a car. I asked to see his ID, but he declined to show me anything. I probably shouldn't have had sex with him, but the opportunity was too irresistible. The oldest guy was in his 70's and the rest were part of every age group in between.
So far, I've made tens of thousands of dollars over the years as a part-time prostitute. I know its not the right thing to do, but I just can't stop. I've tried to quit many times. I love the work so much the idea of quitting is to depressing. I can't keep doing this forever. What am I going to do?
I identify as bisexual and I used to feel comfortable identifying as that but now I'm starting to realize I may be a lesbian. For some reason I feel ashamed and gross about myself. I just can't seem to accept myself no matter what.
I also want to come out to my parents but I’m still questioning I am bisexual but I just don’t know how to tell my parents.
31/F/Newly single
This was weird and unexpected but was so, so hot:
Last August I’d developed some ovarian cysts. They did an intravaginal ultrasound/sonogram, and it wasn’t a big deal.
At a recheck in January, another intravaginal ultrasound, again - not a big deal.
I went back in May prior to an IUD placement and it was at their other office building. The ultrasound tech was curvy/overweight, late 20’s with long, curly, brown hair and big full breasts. She had the lights down really low in the exam room, and talked in a low, warm, comforting voice.
She left the room for me to undress and get into the gown, then came back in to do the exam. I was on my back with my knees bent, legs slightly spread, and she sat to my right - facing me/the computer, with her right hand using the ultrasound wand inside me (hard and phallic-shaped). It felt so intimate, her warm breast was pushed into my leg as she reached around it, moving the wand inside me. Several times she asked quietly if I was doing okay - I was more than okay! I was so incredibly turned on, I needed it to end but at the same time didn’t want it to.
The exam took maybe 12-15 minutes, where the other ones had only taken about 5. She kept repositioning the wand to get the pictures she needed, perfectly hitting my g-spot. I had my eyes closed for much of it, as the visual of her boobs pressed into me, with her hand between my legs was just too much. I was truly concerned I might orgasm.
I went home and masturbated, and enjoy thinking back on that exam. If I ever have to go back for rechecks I’m going to request that office location.
#masturbation #sex #doctor #exam #sex #sexual #orgasm #hot #inappropriate #horny #bisexual #females #boobs #vagina #lust
when I came out to my mom as bi she simply said “you’re just confused, you better not tell anyone that you’re bi bc you’re not.” Sad thing is that my friends were a lot more supportive than my own mother. A few weeks after that happened she took me to the doctor and made up lies which they ended up prescribing me antidepressants. After that happened my mom saw my cuts on my wrist and didn’t bother ask if I needed help or if I was feeling okay, she just stared and walked away.
I'm 20 years old and is in a relationship for 5 years. Yup, you've read it right. I was in 4th yr high school when we started our relationship and was able survive college together. Only my closest friends knows about this- not all, actually. Only those "trusted" friends, and those whom I am with in the same situation (bisexual friends). I am a closet bisexual (to selected people, i guess?). My parents doesn't know about this. It's so hard for me, for us, to live normally as a couple. To my friends who doesn't know yet, I'm afraid of how they'll judge me. To my relatives, I'm afraid to what they'll react because I know they will all be against me. I wanted to pursue our relationship as long as we still both could fight for it. We've been hiding this to some people for 5 years already. Tho this situation made us even stronger, I always have this hope that someday, I'll be out and be able to live as how normal couple do in public; without any judgement at all. Though I embrace the fact that I'm a bisexual, it's really hard to live as one in this judgmental society. Anyway, above all these cowardice, I'll still pursue to what we've started as lovers and will still be hoping that someday I could hold her hands in public, kiss her, and be proud and brave enough to tell all the people that she's mine!
I’m a 47 year old happily married husband and father and although I’ve always believed that I was heterosexual, I have come to accept the fact that I am not heterosexual. I am in fact bisexual. I am attracted to other men. I desire sex with other men. I masturbate to gay porn daily.
Romantically I cannot see myself with another man in a relationship, but physically, sexually, I can’t see myself NOT acting on my desires.
I am now older and married, but when I was around 23, I had an unexpected sexual encounter with another man.
I was recently graduated from college and had just gotten a job at a bank. I realized pretty quickly that I needed to have more professional clothes to wear than the khakis and jeans that I owned, so I went to a local department store -- basically a Macys equivalent -- to buy some nice slacks. After looking around a bit, I chose a few pairs of pants and went to the fitting room to try them on.
As I approached the fitting room, an older man who obviously worked there said he would help me try them on and make sure they had the right fit. He was probably in his 50s, tall and wiry, not good looking but not bad looking either. I thought it was a bit odd -- I had never had another man in the dressing room with me when I tried on clothes -- but he seemed like he knew what he was doing and that this was his job. And since I knew nothing about dress clothes, I said sure and thanked him.
He took me into one of the larger dressing rooms, which had three full-length mirrors at one and a small platform about six inches off the ground. He told me to take off my pants and try on the first pair I was interested in. I didn't think anything of it, and did what he asked. He then told me to stand on the platform so that he could check the fit.
After I did, he started checking the fit, around the waist, etc. He ran his hand over my crotch area and I felt his fingers running across my cock, from the outside of the pants of course. I thought it was probably accidental and didn't say anything, just let him get on with it. But he kept on returning his hand to my cock, each time feeling it beneath the pants, taking it in his fingers and gently shaking it back and forth, and also running down the length of my shaft to the head and then back up again.
Being young, I guess, I immediately started to get hard. Although my body liked it, I was also embarrassed and confused, so I would gently also move my hands over his to move them away. He would comply (as if nothing happened), but seconds later would always return his fingers to my cock and continue gently shaking my shaft back and forth and running his fingers up and down it and gently squeezing the head of my cock.
This went on for about a minute or two, and I was getting way too excited and was having a hard time breathing. He then said to take those pants off and try another pair. I was embarrassed, because I now had a raging erection and knew it would show in my briefs when I changed, but I felt I didn't have much choice. I took off the pants and, sure enough, my cock was making a huge tent in my briefs. He noticed and stared at it intently, but didn't say anything -- he just watched my cock.
As I took the second pair of pants and started to put them on, the head of my cock accidently slipped out through the front slit of my briefs and sprang out into view. I dropped the pants with one hand and fumbled around trying to get my cock back in my briefs, but it was awkward, and it took some time. The whole time he stared intently at my cock, but didn't say anything. I ended up with my cock standing straight up inside my briefs, pointing up to my belly button. I then put on the second pair of pants.
He then started to do the same checking of the fit that he did with the first pair. He was checking the fit and constantly bringing his fingers to my now very hard erection, rubbing it gently up and down and shaking it gently back and forth, while pretending to focus on other parts of the fit. But this time, since the head of my cock was peeping up from the top of the pants over the zipper, he kept running this fingers along the inside of the front waistline and asking if I thought the pants were too tight or too loose. I don't remember what I answered, all I remember was that he kept running his fingers along the head of my bare cock sticking out above the waistline and squeezing it gently. He was fingering my cock with both hands, but each time only briefly and acting as if he was just fitting the pants.
By this time, I was really getting aroused and having a hard time keeping my breathing under control. Although I didn't know what I wanted, I had stopped trying to move his hands away and just let him do what he wanted with my cock. I don't know how long this went on -- maybe only two or three minutes -- but I was no longer thinking straight.
He then said we should take off that pair of pants and try another. But instead of letting me unsnap them, he stuck his own fingers into the waistband around each side of my cock and rubbed me as he unsnapped them. He then put his hands inside both the pants and my briefs and pulled them both down to my knees.
I found myself standing there totally naked at the waist and nothing covering my raging erection. I was so turned on that a small dab of pre-come was on the end of my penis. He took my cock in his hands and, without another word, got on his knees and began giving me a blowjob.
I was speechless and didn't know what to do. Although at one level I knew we shouldn't be doing this and was really afraid we would get caught -- and I also didn't think of myself as anything but hetero -- his mouth on my cock felt absolutely amazing. He immediately had it covered with a ton of saliva, and was softly bobbing up and down on it while also moving one hand up and down on the base of my shaft, while the other hand very gently massaged my balls. He was also making quiet slurping sounds and running his tongue around the base of the head of my cock. It felt absolutely intense and amazing.
I have no idea how long it lasted, but I'm guessing just a few minutes. In what would be both impossible and embarrassing to me today, I quickly felt my balls trembling and, before I could do anything, exploded my ejaculation into his mouth after only about 4 minutes or so. He kept his mouth on my cock the whole time I was coming, which felt like a long time but was probably only a few seconds. He then slurped up and licked my cock, trying to get all of the come from my cock and clean it up.
After I came, I was suddenly extremely embarrassed and panicked. I'm not sure why -- maybe I was afraid of getting caught (would the store call the police? Write up a report on me that would stay in the store files?). Anyway, being panicked, I quickly threw on my own pants and almost ran out of the dressing room and out of the store, without buying anything or saying anything to the clerk who had just blown me.
I avoid the store for the next 3 months, mainly out of embarrassment. When I finally got the courage to return to the store, I made my way up to the men's section. I'm not sure why, maybe to see if the man was still there, maybe to see if something like that would happen again? I really don't know. Anyway, I couldn't find the man who had serviced me, and I never saw him there again.
Weirdly, I never felt like that man took advantage of me. On the contrary, I've recounted the memory many times, and often masturbate to it. If it were possible to go back in time, I would have wanted to thank him, or at least treat him with more kindness and respect than I did. I guess that's the arrogance of youth. But it really was one of the most unexpected but erotic sexual experiences I ever had.
female, 14
when i was six i kissed a girl, but now that i think about it, it was more than just ‘a kiss’. we didn’t understand what we’re doing at the time because we were so young (we were both only six) we thought that it was normal to do that with your bff. and when she came over we would tell each other that we loved each other and we would touch each other while we were naked. our parents never knew about our little “affair”. it wasn’t until i moved away from my home town and started a new school when i was 11 that i realised it wasn’t normal and that i actually liked girls. i haven’t told anybody since. not even my parents. and i don’t regret anything i did with her at all. sad part is, i haven’t talked to the girl in years because she moved away years before i did when we were 8. i wish i still had her in my life:( a kiss would feel great right about now. :(((((. oh and i still haven come out yet because i’m too scared. whoops.
Ever since discovering I was bi, I've found that the variety of cock sizes and shapes is a huge turn on for me. I've recently gotten on a hookup app just to give oral sex to men. Once, I went down on two guys in about an hours' time, and the idea of going down on more in one day actually turns me on.
For years my wife had wanted to watch me suck a cock, but I could never bring myself to do it. My wife and I were on vacation and we were talking with another couple at the pool. The husband had on a speedo and you could clearly see a huge bulge in his trunks. The husband and I went to get drinks for everyone, but there was a line. He mentioned he needed to use the restroom and I decided I could go as well. The pool area restroom was just one urinal and a stall, which was being used by another gentleman.
My new friend decided to go first and I got my first look at his cock. It had to have been ten inches long, thick and a large mushroom head. He caught me looking and ask what I thought. I tried to look away, but I couldn't. By this time the other guy had left the restroom...and my cock was now hard as a rock. He then asked if I wanted to touch it and politely said no, but seconds later I was on my knees. His size overwhelmed me at first, but then I relaxed and started to enjoy having this huge dick in my mouth.
At this point he had his hand on the back of my head. Like a sissy I looked up at him with his dick in my mouth. I reached around and stuck a finger in his ass. Just then he started to tense up and I knew he was about to come, so I prepared myself to swallow it. While I tried, it was too much and some of it started to run out the sides of my mouth. I thought he might reciprocate, but instead he pulled his trunks back up and walked out...leaving me on my knees with cum all over my face.
I texted my wife to come to the restroom to show her what happened. She knocked and the door and then entered to find me still on my knees and covered in cum. She said she knew it because she had seen me looking at the bulge in his swimsuit. Plus, his wife had mentioned her husband was bi after we left.
I thought that was the end of it and I would sneak back to our room to avoid being embarrassed, but my wife had other plans. We walked straight back to the couple and my wife said she wanted to see his cock and watch me suck it. We headed to our room and repeated our little session for the wives.
I am a woman (20 yrs old) and I can't stop thinking about big boobs. I want to sleep with women and suck their big breasts. Women make me so horny. I have so many fantasies about being dominated by busty milfs. I can't help it.
I'm 16 and bisexual.
When I was 14 I had a gf. She was so pretty and we made out like everywhere including the bathroom of our catholic school. I love making her moan.
After breaking up I had this guy friend who courted me. I went to his house then he attempted to kiss me. He did it again and I responded. It became torrid and he started grinding between my legs. It made me so hot but I wasnt't ready for sex. But even if I was screaming no he forced his dick on my mouth and eventually forced it in my pussy. At first it was hella painful bcuz I was a virgin. But he did lots of things that made him scream his name. It was so hot and we can't stop what we were doing.
After that, I became addicted. We hade phone sex, sex in his hous and sext. I got so addicted to porn and until now I can't stop my habit of watching porn and masturbating before sleeping because I left the guy who got my vcard.
Now I want to call him every now and then to have sex even if I got back with my gf because so for nothings happening.
I'm a 23 yr old male and I have a complete obsession with sucking off older men. I've only ever been with 2, but for a year I would meet up with a 56 yr old man in his car, we would find a good spot and I would suck him off, swallow his load and he would drop me off. I never wanted anything in return except his cum, though occasionally he did suck me off as well. Now the man I see is 49, I go to his apartment and suck his cock to completion, sometimes he returns the favor but for the most part I go to satisfy my craving. However i love woman, and will only date woman. I only like men for their cocks, I would never date a man but I enjoy the company of a man when i'm single, but search for a woman to tie myself up with and then I am 100% faithful to her.
So.... I'm straight but now bi i guess ...and I'm in love with a straight guy which he has no idea that I'm bi... he's my excolleges, same age and straight but naive like a early teen... I'm 1 year earlier study than him. so I graduate first .. so it all happen as usual we become friend first ...by me mistakenly hit his back as I thought he is my other friend .. but is was a miracle cause it turn out we became good yet close friends .. I'm a type of person with strong personality and can't get along with most of the people... ....I have developed a feeling with him when we are in college.. cause I use to talk to him everything since he is my only close friend in college that time... until one time of his friends have suspected me falling for him...and I got worried and I tell myself I need to do something... so I would stop talking and hangout so much with him... as time passes now I have graduated and working, he's still studying... i still think of him... I would call him to hang out when I miss him... and listen to his voice message when I'm lonely... now I feel guilty and temtation... now I'm waiting for things to fall in the right place and just enjoy the time we spend together... but at the same time I feel like I wanted to confess to him... if it turn bad at least he hurt me to forget him and get over.. so that I don't feel so complicated...
#confession #gay #bisexual #love
As I've gotten older, I'm 34, I have become more and more open minded and have discovered that I am bisexual. I sucked my first dick on a dare, and imediately liked it and started wanting more of it. I had the pleasure of learning how to suck on a solid thick 9" dick... So, I was spoiled fron the start lol. I eventually bottomed... And just accept now that I am absolutely bisexual and love dick about as much as pussy.
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