“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.
I kissed back and before I knew it we were in the middle of a full-blown makeout session. Once we got this first major one out of the way, the others that followed were natural and frequent throughout the rest of our conversation on the couch.
If you’re questioning your sexuality or know you’re different from our hetero-normative society, talk to some friends or adults that you can trust. They are a great sounding board for life advice all around. And they can be there if you need them when/if you decide to come out.