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  1. Why does your being tempted by women have to make you a bad person? Maybe I'm missing part of your story but I don't think the two have to be mutually exclusive, unless....?
  2. I think that kissing really depends on the person and their style. In general, I would say that in my experience mostly women have been better, but likely just due to female intimacy. Have had some really hot make out sessions with guys though.
  3. @VirgoGirl you are definitely not weird! I'm the same way. I've been lucky enough to be with quite a few women that were the opposite of me though. It will definitely be worth the wait when you finally get there!
  4. elliej your response makes me curious. Instinctively though, I feel inclined to say that I don't think anyone should be critical either way. There's a difference between people that are in a troubled relationship and those that are in a healthy relationship. Whether one is inclined to participate in this lifestyle should only be based on that. If either the man or the woman of an established relationship isn't down for it, then of course that should be completely respected. However, if you already know going into a relationship that this is the lifestyle for you then you should most certainly factor that into your choice to pursue a relationship with someone. Not expressing your desires can be just as detrimental as the above. Therefore, it could price catastrophic to go ahead, knowing that you'll be suppressed. Ultimately, it sucks that anyone, *men or women both*, would endeavor to push their significant others into sexual activity that they are not in full agreement with. Equally, people should be true to themselves.
  5. @Cylon6 your rationale is reasonable. I hope you get the opportunity to ask her, it's very curious!
  6. I can say that to my dismay, I've never been chased by an unmarried woman since I've been married. Any of you ladies are welcome to try though! It seems like @Rani has no shortage of takers Also, I think the massage idea is solid.
  7. @Rani I personally wouldn't mind having an open relationship like that. You are right that he is straight. My biggest concern is that he's spend all of our money on dates LOL. I have pretty much left this topic alone for now but at some point it may come up again. I'm inclined to agree with your friend, being married without having gone into it with the preception of openness from the start. It could be a difficult road if he's already not willing to bend that way. Too bad! It could be fun for you both.
  8. Welcome @missyjanet1! You'll find that so many women, like yourself, find themselves in this very predicament! It can be very disarming to suddenly have these feelings and not be able to make sense of them but this is by far the best support group or there! You'll be glad to know that you're not alone and we're happy to help with any questions you may have. Good luck on your journey!
  9. Awwww that's a tough spot to be in. I do not have expertise in this area but I do hope that you will do what it takes to take care of *you* so that you can keep taking care of the ones you love. Xx
  10. That's really interesting. I'm trying to put myself in your shoes and I think if someone asked me that, I'd instinctively think maybe they were interested. Though from what you've posted it doesn't sound like you guys have that type of connection. Then again, it could depend on what you do for work that would make this not seem strange or invasive. Now, I, even being the curious sort, would never ask someone I worked with about their sexual orientation unless a) I was pretty sure they'd be interested in me, or b) I thought they'd make a good match for someone I knew, which in this case, it could either be a guy or a girl. Have you not had an opportunity to follow up and ask her? That would be my first order of business lol. I'd *have* to know!!
  11. A book that is highly recommended around here is The Ethical Slut. I haven't heard of any such support groups, but it may do you guys well just to keep reading together on the topic.
  12. I fully agree with you that meeting someone organically would be the best, it will just take an open mind and lots of patience. It's great to hear that online is working for you though, considering that's the route most of us will have to take for reasons that you stated above. Looking forward to hearing how things progress for you!!
  13. During my time on shybi, one thing that I've learned is that there are many more married bi women than you'd think. So I'd say, consider that the next time you're out and about and have the opportunity to strike up a convo with another married woman. You just never know!
  14. @these-broken-wings(TBW) this is awesome! Well done.
  15. Short but so hot!! Even I want to hear more about this one
  16. *This story was written based on a scenario request I received from a user that will remain anonymous. I hope I have been able to convey this story in the way you imagined and that you thoroughly enjoy the progression. Any one else have a story topic/scenario they'd like to suggest? Feel free to PM me confidentially!* Seducing the Straight Girl I rolled over in bed on Saturday morning after staying up too late binge watching Orange is the New Black. I woke up feeling aroused, so I started rubbing myself absentmindedly when I happened to see the time on my alarm clock. 10AM. Shit! Once a month my friend Amber and I would head to the bordering state to the outlet malls, eat and shop all day, then head back home where we'd finish the evening in my high-rise condo with wine and a movie. I scrambled out of bed. She was going to be here any minute now and I was nowhere near ready. After rushing around like a crazy person, I somehow managed to get showered and had just thrown a sundress over my head when she knocked on my door. I answered the door, dressed but disheveled with wet hair, while she stood there looking radiant in a tastefully loose but short dress that hit her about mid thigh. Fuck. She was so hot. If I didn't know better, I would think she dressed like this on purpose because she knew I liked girls and she had told me ages ago that she didn't wear panties. Ever. Unless she absolutely had to for some reason. However, she had also made it emphatically clear to me on many occasions that she was straight and had zero interest in women. I hugged her in greeting, letting my hands casually slide low on her back just above her buttocks. She definitely wasn't wearing panties. It took a huge amount of will power for me not to grab her ass in that moment. After confirming that her pussy was totally bare under there, it was suddenly all I could think about. I was feeling too frisky that morning, so I excused myself and headed for the bathroom in my bedroom. I knew she was waiting and ready to go but there was no way I was going to survive this shopping trip with her unless I finished what I had started that morning. Before I'd closed the door, I was already reaching into my panties. I was already getting wet when I slid my index finger between my lips and just onto my hole and rubbed my clit with the knuckle on the inside of my palm. I watched myself in the mirror as I pulled out one of my tits and toyed with the nipple. It felt good, but wasn't going to cut it so I pulled my panties down a bit and spread my legs. I leaned slightly forward and started pressing and rubbing my clit vigorously with one hand while fingering myself from behind with the other. I was quite close when I heard her voice faintly, then closer, then nearly right outside the door. "Emme? Are you almost done? We need to leave so we can miss lunch traffic!" Just knowing she was right outside my door with her naked pussy helped push things along. I fantasized about saying screw the outlets and throwing her on my bed and burying my face in what I just knew was a beautiful pussy. Instead, I managed to shout back, "I'm coming!" If only she knew the double meaning. I bit my bottom lip and tried to keep my deep breathing quiet as I came super hard. I was pretty sure she had not left - for some reason. Feeling how wet my panties were against me, I pulled them off and tossed them into the laundry basket. I made a point of flushing the toilet and washed my hands. I opened the door to find that she was indeed still there. She was sitting on my bed scrolling through her Facebook feed; waiting. "It's about time, are you ready?" she asked, putting her phone away and following me to my dresser. "Yea," I said, pulling my underwear drawer open, "I just need to put on panties and shoes." "OH MY GOD," she said, yanking me away from my drawer, "live a little. They are just panties!" Our first stop, as usual, was an all you can eat brunch buffet with all you can drink mimosas. We chose a booth near a window that overlooked the huge outdoor mall. At some point while we sat finishing our last mimosa, I noticed her nipples had hardened beneath the fabric of her dress. They looked so thick, luscious, suckable. I was getting most, so I had to make a joke out of it in an attempt to keep myself from getting wetter, considering she'd forced me to go commando. I waggled my fingers toward her chest and said, "Chilly?" She looked down and a flash of embarrassment crossed her face. "Don't worry about it," I said. I was getting so horny I lost my mind and pulled the triangle of fabric covering one of my breasts aside, surreptitiously exposing a nipple. She covered her mouth and her eyes grew wide with shock as she watched me squeeze and tug at it until it was firm. I did the same to the other side, and made a show of surveying my handiwork. She giggled into her hands and in a loud whisper said, "You're crazy!" We carried on shopping, trying on tons of clothes and shoes. A couple of times she asked my opinion on clothes and I took ample opportunity to let her know how hot she was in each outfit. She surprised me once by absolutely gushing over how I looked in a bodycon dress. "Wow!" she said. "You look beautiful. That dress really accentuates your...everything. I mean look at that. I didn't even know you had that!" she said, gesturing her hands up and down my body. Another woman passing by in the dressing room piped in to agree. "She's right. You look hot!" Amber went ahead of me to check out while I went back to look at some jewelry. Taking the opportunity to speak to me without my companion, the woman that was in the dressing room came up to me and told me that she hoped I was buying that dress because it really looked good on me. "I hope this isn't too forward," she said, handing me a card, "but if you're interested, I would really like to meet up with you sometime." She was a bit older than me, but she was gorgeous. "Definitely," I said, smiling and holding out my hand flirtatiously. "My name's Emme." "Looking forward to talking with you, Emme," she said, holding onto my hand longer than was needed for a handshake, then smiling as she walked away. "What was that about?" Amber asked as soon as we were out of that store. "What? Oh that. She..." I said pulling out her card and reading the name, "Naomi was telling me how awesome I looked in this dress," I said, pointing to my bag, "Then she asked me out! Why? Are you jealous?" "Haha, no! But I don't blame her! If I wasn't straight, I'd be all over it." "Too bad for you then since you have me all to yourself tonight!" I quipped. She laughed. "True! Honestly though, if I ever wanted to be with a girl, I would definitely want it to be you." "Oh really? And why is that?" "You're super hot! But I'm just not attracted to girls so don't get your hopes up!" I was a little annoyed that she assumed that because I liked girls I would want to get with her. I did, of course, but she didn't need to assume that. "No worries there," I shot back, "You're not my type anyway." She looked a bit put off, but I changed the subject to our next destination, Perfumania, before she could comment. "Ooh, let's go here!" We wandered around the store spraying perfumes on those little cards when she finally landed on one she really liked. "You have to smell this one, Emme," she said, yelling and gesturing to me from across the crowd of people between us. I held out a card for her to spray it, but she pointed to her neck instead, "Here." I leaned in to sniff her neck, unintentionally grazing her breasts with mine. "Oh yea, that's nice. What is it?" "Romance," she said, picking up a box, "and it's coming home with me." "By the way," I said, waggling my fingers toward her chest. Her nipples were once again perking against the fabric of her dress. I raised my eyebrows and gave her a questioning look as I pretended that I was going to pull my tits out again. She cracked up laughing, as she looked around incredulously, saying 'Hell no' before she headed toward the registers. The final stop on our outlet journey was for swimsuits. We picked a few to try to on. "There's only one dressing room free at the moment," the attendant informed us. I told Amber she could go ahead of me. "It's fine, we can share one." She told the attendant instead. I wasn't shy so I took my clothes off while Amber shyly pulled her bottoms on under her dress. She became less awkward by the third one she'd tried on. I was barely paying attention to her because I had texted Naomi so she'd have my contact details and we were texting back and forth. I finally looked up at one point, to see her checking herself out in the mirror. "That's the one!" I said, moving to stand beside her, admiring the green two piece in the mirror. "It goes really well with your complexion." She turned to see how it looked in the back. It wasn't situated properly on her ass, so I reached my arms around her, slid my fingers under the edge and fixed it for her. I let my hands come to rest on her hips. "That's perfect! Now THAT is a grabbable ass." I reached down and took a handful of her cheeks, spreading them apart slightly and letting go, both of us giggled as they bounced back together. I turned her back around to face the mirror and made some slight adjustments to her straps. Her thick nipples grew hard again, obvious and glaring under the thin fabric. I pretended not to notice, with the intention of ignoring it, but it was she who brought attention to it. "Ugh," she said, spinning around to face me, pointing to them, "again!" "They want to be freed!" I joked, pulling the top of her swimsuit down. Her breasts came bouncing out in front of me and I got a nice, clear view of them. Her nipples looked just as delicious and suckable as I had imagined. They were right within my reach and I wanted so badly to wrap my lips around one of them; twirl my tongue around it. Her mouth gaped as she tried to cover them with her hands. She only made it worse though because one of her nipples ended up getting pressed between her fingers instead. I laughed as I tossed my dress back on and left her in the dressing room alone to finish. When she finally came out, I expected her to be weird or pissed, but she's wasn't. She just looked at me laughing and said, "You're an asshole." as we headed to our car. "You think that was me being an asshole? I think you'll agree that this is me being an asshole." I said this while lifting the back of her dress and exposing her naked ass to the parking lot. "I stand corrected," she said, laughing and grabbing her dress down while looking around, mortified. After spending so much time walking around in the hot sun, we opted to head back to my place and order in instead of stopping at another restaurant on the way. We showered, put on comfy clothes, and started on a glass of wine while waited for our food. The food took so long that the one glass turned into two. It turns out that what I said to her earlier really bothered her and the wine emboldened her to revisit the topic. "So tell me again why I'm not your type. What kind of girls do you like?" "It's not really like that. There's just not one thing. It all depends on the individual. There are some girls that are just inherently sexy and it makes me want them. I feel the same way about guys. I don't have a type, some people just have a vibe that I like." "Wait, so are you saying that I'm not sexy?" Just then, I was saved by the doorbell. Even though I was very interested in expressing to her how sexy she was, I decided not to pursue the conversation. I was tipsy and she was straight, so what was the point? I kept us far away from the topic as we ate. But she would not let it go. As I searched Amazon Prime to find our chosen movie, she goes, "So?" "So, what?" "You don't think I'm sexy? I don't have a sexy vibe?" "Of course, you're sexy," I relented. "But you're straight, so why would I bother?" "Ok, so if I was wasn't, you'd be into me." It was more of a statement than a question. "Why are you asking?" I asked, playfully. She replied dismissively, "I was just curious, really." "Curious enough that you want me to eat your pussy so you can see what all the fuss is about? huh?" "No! Oh my God, Emme, do you have to say that word?" "PUSSY is just a word, Amber, haha. And it's really no different than getting your PUSSY eaten out by a guy...except most likely better." "Ugh. I'll pass." I laughed, started the movie, and we both relaxed into the couch. Naomi and I were still texting and it was getting quite flirty so I was only half paying attention to the movie. Each time my phone lit up she'd glance but said nothing. Finally after I asked her for the tenth time what was going on in the movie, she decided not to hold back. "Oh my God, if you'd watch the movie instead of texting Naomi you'd know." "Ugh, I'm sorry," I said, "but she's really, really..." "Let me guess," she said, cutting me off, "she has the vibe that you like." Was I imagining things or...did she sound jealous? "Oh my God, She's soooo sexy. But you're right, I'm being super rude." I put my phone down and declared, "Pause it. I think we need snacks." I passed her a bowl of popcorn and she sat on the couch crosslegged, nesting the bowl between her legs. I plopped down beside her after turning the lights back off and spreading miniature candy bars on the table in front of us. "The girl with the vibe texted you again." "No worries, I'll text her later. You have me all to yourself now. " I said the last part with a sarcastic tone. "You sure? I kinda saw the preview and I'm pretty sure she sent you a nude." I shrugged as if to say 'oh well' even though I really, really wanted to see that message. I opted to be a good hostess and eat popcorn instead. Naomi was really just turning me on which was ultimately just going to frustrate me since I could only do so much while Amber was here anyway. I had reached over to get popcorn 100 times just fine until I reached once without looking and my hand went behind the bowl instead of in the bowl. I felt something warm and damp against my hand. Dear God. I had accidentally rubbed against Amber's pussy. She didn't react to it, so I recovered the best I could by grabbing one more handful of popcorn. It was dark when I sat down and I couldn't really tell with the bowl there, so I hadn't realized that her sleep shirt had ridden up when she crossed her legs, basically exposing her pussy. And being that she never wore panties, well...SHE had to know this. I couldn't decide if she just hadn't realized it, or if she just didn't care. A few minutes pass by after I announce I'm done with popcorn and she put the bowl on the table. I'd have expected her to adjust herself, but no. With her legs still crossed, she leaned back into the couch. I snuck a look from the corner of my eye and I could see her mound peeking out from the very edge of her t-shirt. I knew there was no way she could not know. In fact, it kind of pissed me off because it was so tempting and I felt that she was teasing me on purpose because she had some sort of weird competitive streak because of Naomi knew even though she was unwavering in her declaration of straightness. I decided then that two could play that game. She would give in and get uncomfortable much sooner than I would. I reached over and pushed her shirt up a bit more and asked her, "Is this an invitation?" She looked at me like I was crazy, but I slid my hand over her mound and she let me rub her pussy a good three or four times. Her pussy was getting juicy and I was literally just about to work a finger in before she finally stopped me. "I can't," she said, closing her legs, forcing out my hand. "Then why were you sitting here with your pussy out, knowing I could see it if you didn't want me to touch it?" "I wasn't thinking and besides you said I wasn't you're type!" "I changed my mind." "Well, I haven't, so let's just watch the rest of this movie and pretend like this never happened." I complied. We were planning to watch two movies but since things got more than a little weird, I decided to call it an early night. She seemed disappointed but since I was clearly bad at reading her, I insisted. Since my guest room was an office, we normally just slept together in my bed but after tonight's weirdness, I offered to sleep on the couch. "No way," she said, "it's fine. " I lay there unable to sleep for about an hour. I kept alternating from laying on my side, to my back, then to my side again. "Can't sleep? I told you we should have watched another movie!" "No,I can't seem to but I am really tired," I lied. "You just need to relax," she said, and started massaging my shoulder. I tensed a bit at her unexpected touch but she kept rubbing me. She trailed her fingertips up down my back and up to my shoulder again. She moved closer to me and rubbed my neck and my arms. She was so close to me her nips were lightly touching my back when she reached forward and started rubbing my collar bone. She let her hands trail down my chest and over my breasts. Suddenly, she was kissing my shoulder and circling her finger around my nipple. I lay perfectly still when she reached down and rubbed my pussy outside of my panties. I didn't react, I just let it happen. When I didn't respond, she urged me onto my back and straddled me, forcing me to look her in the face. I looked into her eyes and I could tell she was serious, that she wanted me. She brought her mouth down onto mine and I acquiesced. While she was kissing me, I reached down to rub her pussy. She was so wet. I slid my hand back and forth across her clit and wasted no time sliding in a finger. She stopped kissing me and just breathed while her mouth was against mine as I pressed deep into her. She let herself down on top of me and kissed me hard after I slid my fingers out of her. She wanted it badly now. She began kissing down my chest until she reached my breasts and sucked my nipples one at a time. She kept going down, kissing me randomly on my stomach, my thighs. She played with the top of my panties, pulling them down just enough to kiss the crest of my mound while she rubbed the rest of me outside of my panties, between my closed legs. I let her slide them down as far as she could without my moving to help then I took control of the situation. I was going to let her off easy and just let it happen quietly, but I thought better of it. The way she'd teased me and flaunted her straightness! I HAD to hear her say it. I slid my panties off and moved from beneath her straddle. I spread my legs wide on either side of her and began stroking myself as she removed her shirt. She played with her own breasts and watched for a moment as I touched myself. "You want this?" I asked her. She nodded sultrily and slid her hands up my thighs. "I want to hear you say it." "Mmmm," she said, "I want it." "Tell me exactly what it is you want. I want to hear you say 'the word'." She bit her lip and hesitated. I sat up to meet her in her kneeling position. With one hand on her ass and the other reaching to finger her, I pulled in close to her and kissed her tits. "Come on baby," I said softly, " we both want the same thing. I just want to hear you say it. Tell me what it is you want." She put her hands on my shoulders and melted into me as I worked her clit. "I want pussy." She said, in barely a whisper and mostly into my hair. I rubbed her clit harder. I wanted to hear her say it out loud. She knew what I wanted. She just couldn't believe she was actually saying it. "I couldn't hear you, baby. Tell me again." I pulled back and looked up at her. She looked me directly in the eyes as she moaned against my touch. "I want pussy," she said breathily, then again, and louder, getting all the way into it. "Oh my god, I want some pussy. I want your pussy." Satisfied with that, I spread my legs back out in front of her without saying another word and she dived her face in and lapped at my pussy in a way I couldn't believe was a straight girl's first time. She devoured me like an animal. I couldn't believe I was lying there with Amber's face buried between my legs. After we both came once, she couldn't keep her hands off of me. As we lay there post orgasm, she continued to rub her hands all over my body and randomly kiss my arm, my neck, my tits. Her hands eventually found their way back to my pussy. "I want some more pussy," she whispered into my chest as she fingered me. She crawled down and spread my legs. "Mmmmmmm," I moaned as she started eating me out again. "I thought you didn't like girls, Amber," I teased. She looked up at me as she tongued my pussy then gave my clit a nice long, slow suck before she said, "I changed my mind."
  17. Thanks so much @AllThatSheWants and @Active Life! Do reach out to me if you have any story ideas. I'd be happy to write them for you.
  18. Hey everyone, Amber here! You heard Emme's version of events so now I'll tell you what really happened. I was so excited to meet up with Emme to do our outlet mall shopping extravaganza. We always have fun and I didn't expect this outing to be any different. I do have a teeny confession to make though. I did wear that dress because I thought she would think it was hot. I know it was wrong of me because I had no desire to hook up with a girl but I loved the attention she gave me. Granted, I got plenty of attention from men, but she is so cool that getting her attention feels like an accomplishment, to be honest. She never, ever crossed the line with me but I could tell she liked what she saw whenever she looked at me. It was nice. And I thought what I was doing was harmless. So I made it a personal goal to outdo myself each time we hung out. And she didn't disappoint this time either. She thought she was keeping it under wraps, but it was all over her face. I liked it. But everything changed by the time we got ready to leave her place that morning. She had gone into the bathroom and when she came out, she seemed to be a bit standoffish, not her usual peppy self. Now I know the real reason, but at the time, I chalked it up to her being tired so I offered to drive and tried to cheer her up along the way. She was finally more relaxed and normal by the time we got there. When she pointed out my nips at the restaurant, I was embarrassed for a second but then...Ok. I have to be honest again. I liked the attention I got from that moment too. There was something appealing about the fact that the tease factor had been kicked up a notch and I knew for sure my tits had to be on her mind. Before it was just a matter of her thinking I'm cute as opposed to thinking I'm sexy. I know, it was totally fucked up for me to want her to want me. I'd never even considered being physical with a girl, yet there I was trying to get her to notice me. I expected her to want to touch me next, so what she actually did shocked the actual hell out of me. She pulled her tits out. In the restaurant. In front of me! I could not believe what I was seeing. I wanted to look away but, strangely, I couldn't. It was at that moment that a desire for her began to simmer. I couldn't believe she was so bold! And something about watching her squeeze her nipples with her perfectly manicured nails had me transfixed. Shopping with her was always awesome. She always complimented me whenever we tried on clothes, but now, after "the nipple incident", her words seemed to have a bit more meaning. So much so that I started making a big deal of complimenting her back. Everything was going fine until Nancy...Natalie, whatever her name was, butted in. Suddenly, she didn't seem interested in me at all. I actually was jealous, even though I told her I wasn't. Then, she told me I wasn't her type so, I...ugh. Confession time again. I did a few really stupid things to try to get her attention since she was so wrapped up in the text convo she'd begun having with the random girl from the dressing room. I tried to get her close to me by spraying perfume on my neck. That kind of shit always works with guys, but she couldn't be bothered. She joked around about my nips again but it wasn't the same as earlier. It did give me an idea when we were trying on swim suits though. I thought for sure she'd be all over me in there. She wasn't. She saw my nipples were hard as rocks under my swimsuit and she flat out ignored them. So what did I do? I purposely brought attention to my assets. Even though I was asking for it, I didn't expect what happened next and it gave me conflicting emotions. She pulled down the top of my bathing suit. So for a moment I was just standing there with my tits out. But after that, it literally all went cold. On one hand, I loved the attention. At the same time though, it made it all a little too real. I was both relieved and disappointed when nothing happened. My internal conflict continued on through the night though. The longer we spent together, the more I started going crazy to get her attention back on me. I tried flirting, making her talk about a scenario where she was interested in me, and of course, wearing a very revealing little tiny t-shirt with nothing underneath. Then it happened totally by accident. After all my intent, she accidentally touched my pussy (yaasss, that's literally my favorite word now, haha!). I took FULL advantage of that moment. I knew she was affected by that and I figured if she could see it, it would be hard for her to resist. I was right! She asked me if she could touch it. I wanted her to but I didn't want to say it. Without waiting for me to answer, she reached over and started rubbing me, and it honestly felt so good, I didn't want her to stop. I started getting wet immediately, but then...I just froze. I freaked completely out. It wasn't totally because she was a girl, even though that did cross my mind. After that though, I knew it was game over and I regretted it because I was secretly super horny after that. For the short amount of time she was touching me, it was perfect. Like she knew exactly how I wanted to be touched. But, I killed the mood completely and we just called it a night. I felt terrible. I couldn't sleep when we went to bed. I kept thinking about why I freaked out when it dawned on me. I did want her to touch me, but I had been wanting her to romance me. You know, like maybe kiss me and caress me instead of going straight into it. Once I realized that was my problem, I also realized that it wasn't totally up to her. It wasn't fair for me to tease her all this time and then expect her to know what I wanted. So, I took the initiative to do to her what I wanted done to me. Touching her was so different than touching a guy. Her skin was so soft and her frame was so small. Touching her made me so a way that I had not expected. It took her a few minutes to warm up to me after the night's events, but she finally acquiesced and let me have my first taste of pussy. Once I started I didn't want to stop. I can't believe I had been missing this for so long. I still like dick, but I have totally embraced the pussy. I'm officially bi and I'm loving every minute of it!
  19. Thanks for the praise @Dutchess607!! Feel free to PM if you have any ideas for stories you'd like me to write.
  20. While it is something that interests me, I have never. I agree with BiTri that it all depends on the people. I think that in order to bring an extra partner into an established marriage both would need to have a strong proclivity toward sharing. I've read lots of accounts where bi women have wanted both but realized too late that they weren't capable of sharing. Personally, I would *love* to have a situation like this for so many reasons. I'm totally at ease with the concept but I don't think my husband totally believes it. Not for any behavior I've exhibited but the other disastrous examples out there of people that bit off more than they could chew. If I have my way, he'll find out one of these days!
  21. Welcome @Mei-Kyo! You'll be surprised at how quickly you'll be contributing whether you have experience or not. Looking forward to being part of your journey here on shy bi!
  22. Came across this definition on the web. First time I'm seeing this term and wondering what you guys think of this person's assertion and definition? Having not really thought too deeply on the matter, it initially strikes me as odd that this term makes bisexuality easier to swallow. Also, how is this different from pansexual? Does this term resonate with you? Any thoughts or further info is welcome! OMNISEXUAL: (literally, all sexes) bisexual. Usage: In some communities, particularly some parts of the lesbian and gay community, antipathy toward or hostility to people who self-identify as bisexual has become common. The term omnisexual has started to become popular as a synonym for bisexual but without the negative connotations of the word.
  23. I just finished Insatiable. Hilarious show that touches on nearly every controversial topic you can think of, including bisexuality and polyamory.
  24. welcome @artpsych!
  25. Welcome @Turquoise Love! I'm sure you've seen by now that there are lots of people with different situations and questions, so no doubt you'll find someone to relate to. There is a wealth of information here, so enjoy and see you around the forums!