“Many Of Us Feel Threatened When The Categories We Believe In Are Challenged, Especially If They Shape

Sucking her nipples is a valid form of stress relief

For the both of us

What about you????

Under me you’re not a person anymore you’re just an object to be used and stored for my pleasure

I really, really want to ... take my time.

I want to strip him nude, and lay across his legs, and fondle him.

Stroke, squeeze, tease ... I want to take in the sight, sound, and smell of him as he becomes steadily more aroused. I want to praise, encourage, and coax.

Kiss the tender tip of his cock when it seeps precum. Press my lips on the underside of his cock with it twitches and rub my swollen lips over it, wetting it with my saliva until he's shiny. Lick the tip of his cock slowly, teasingly in circles until his legs buck underneath me. Palm his balls tenderly, and wet them with my tongue.

I want to make it last, because I crave it. I want to savor each sensation. And when his sweet whines and moans turn to sincere entreaty-

Please. Please stroke it. Suck. Let me come, please. Make me come-

When I can feel his need in my bones, I'll straddle his face amd show him what the game has done to me.

Then, maybe I might fulfill his wish. Or maybe, I might take him out to lunch, still half-hard and needy.

“Bisexuality… is a permanent state of flux, a liminal space where you can be either/or, but you can also be neither/nor…

You have chosen (or, if you prefer, been chosen by) an unfixed, untitled, and shape-shifting identity. One that by definition resists categorisation. Instead it commands flexibility, restlessness, the endless possibility of change.”

- Chitra Ramaswamy, The Bi-ble: an anthology of personal essays and narratives about bisexuality

Ariel Rebel and Nikita Bellucci