Attraction is attraction, and you’re allowed to feel the way you do. There is no need for you to justify it, explain it to anyone else, or chastise yourself for feeling what you feel.
“Have you like…ever thought about hooking up with anyone from the office?”
“Two words: oral sex. Love to give it, love to get it. And it’s completely different depending on who I’m with.”
Her moves were practiced, deliberate. She seemed to be in no hurry while I was close to orgasiming for the first time already.
Hatred shouldn’t be natural, ignored, or accepted. It should make you physically uncomfortable.
Sometimes precious and fragile things don’t break. Sometimes things don’t have to end poorly or even at all.
“So I’m bisexual. So what? It’s a thing and it’s real. I mean it’s called LGBT for a reason – there’s a B in there and it doesn’t mean BADASS. Okay, it kind of does, but it also means Bi.”
Loving a person in the same gender spectrum doesn’t guarantee a return of favor.
She scooted up towards the head of the bed and I crawled towards her, straddling over her narrow hips. I moved from her mouth to her ears to her neck, catching her skin between my teeth.