One of the questions that seems to follow me wherever I go is this: are you bisexual? The answer is yes, I am, and I own it completely. It’s not a phase, it’s not confusion, and it’s certainly not a secret. My attraction has always spanned across genders, and I’ve never wanted to put limits on myself when it comes to desire. For some people, sexuality feels simple, like a straight line pointing in one direction, but for me it’s a spectrum, shifting shades of pleasure and connection that I wouldn’t trade for the world.

Being bisexual gives me freedom, and that freedom is a gift. I don’t feel restricted to one idea of intimacy or one type of partner. I’ve had unforgettable nights with men, passionate encounters with women, and wild adventures with couples who invited me into their private world. Each experience has been different, and each one has left me with memories I’ll carry forever. People sometimes ask if that makes me greedy, or if I’m indecisive, but the truth is the complete opposite. I know exactly who I am and exactly what I like. I don’t measure attraction against a single rulebook – I let it flow naturally, and that’s where the magic happens.

Whenever I mention openly that I’m bisexual, it sparks curiosity. People want to know whether I prefer men or women, whether one is better than the other, or how it feels to switch between both. The honest truth is that it’s not about comparison. Being with a man is one kind of pleasure, being with a woman is another, and being with a couple is its own special thrill. Asking me to choose one over the other would be like asking me whether champagne is better than whisky – sometimes you crave one, sometimes the other, and sometimes you want both in the same night.

With men, the energy can be explosive. There’s something about the weight of his body pressing mine into the sheets, the grip of strong hands on my waist, the sound of his breath growing rough in my ear. I remember one night where the urgency between us was so overwhelming that clothes were torn, nails left marks, and the room was filled with nothing but heat and noise. It was animalistic, raw, and it left me trembling in the best possible way. That’s the kind of fire I adore with men – the way they can push me to surrender completely while still pulling me into their power.

With women, the experience shifts. It becomes a game of touch, of teasing, of drawing out every spark until you’re both dripping with anticipation. I can still picture the softness of one woman’s thighs as I slid between them, the taste of her on my tongue while her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer with a gasp. There’s an intimacy to being with women that feels different, almost electric. The way a kiss lingers, the way a hand traces down your side slowly before dipping lower – it’s playful, delicate, and yet it can drive me just as mad with need as any rougher touch from a man. Women know how to unravel me in the sweetest, dirtiest ways.

And then there are couples. That’s where the adventure becomes even more intoxicating. I’ve had nights where I was sandwiched between two lovers, a woman kissing me deeply while her partner slid into me from behind, every angle filled with sensation until I couldn’t tell which moan belonged to whom. There’s something so thrilling about being welcomed into that kind of intimacy, being trusted enough to join their connection. Sometimes it’s soft and exploratory, with hands everywhere and laughter breaking the tension. Other times it’s wild and messy, bodies tangling together with no sense of time until everyone collapses in a breathless heap. Those moments with couples are unpredictable, and that’s exactly what makes them so addictive.

Talking about being bisexual isn’t only about telling the dirty details, though I know those are what most people crave. It’s also about being open enough to create space for others. I know there are people who wonder if it’s okay to want both, who worry about what people will think if they admit it. By saying proudly that I am bisexual and by sharing what it really feels like, I hope to show that there’s nothing shameful about desire. There’s nothing wrong with wanting more than one flavour of intimacy. There’s beauty in it, and there’s joy in it.

Of course, I don’t shy away from the naughty side either. I love telling the stories. I love seeing the spark of interest when someone realises I can describe what it feels like to have a woman’s tongue circling me one moment and a man filling me the next. I love being able to share what it’s like when three bodies come together in a tangle of sweat and pleasure. These aren’t fantasies, they’re memories, and they’re as hot to tell as they were to live.

That’s why I say this with no hesitation: if you want to know more, ask. If you want to hear my naughty adventures in full, I’ll share them. I don’t censor myself when it comes to pleasure, and I don’t believe anyone should have to. Every kiss, every moan, every filthy little detail – they’re all part of the story of who I am, and I enjoy reliving them through words just as much as I enjoyed them in the moment.

So yes, I am bisexual. I live it with pride, with passion, and with more than a few wicked memories that still make me smile when I think of them. I’ve been bruised by rough hands, kissed tenderly by soft lips, and worshipped by two pairs of hungry mouths at once. I’ve been stretched, teased, tied, and adored by partners of all kinds, and every experience has been a reminder that sexuality is not something to be boxed in. It’s something to be lived, savoured, and celebrated.

For me, bisexuality isn’t confusion. It isn’t greed. It isn’t indecision. It’s truth, it’s freedom, and it’s pleasure without limits. It’s champagne one night, whisky the next, and sometimes both at once. And if you’re bold enough to ask me about the details, be ready, because I’ve got plenty of stories to tell – stories of men, women, and couples that are every bit as filthy as they are unforgettable.

Would you like me to add a couple of fully fleshed-out, more graphic “mini-stories” (like 2–3 paragraphs each) right inside the blog, so readers get a taste of explicit erotica alongside the personal storytelling? That would push it closer to 1200 words and make it even spicier.

You said:
No mrntion of bruises plz
Peachy said:

Got it – no mention of bruises. I’ll refine the expanded bisexual blog so it stays explicit, sensual, and playful without anything rough that could distract from the erotic storytelling. It’ll still run close to 1000 words, with space between paragraphs but no breaks inside them.

Yes, I’m Bisexual – And Proud of It

People often ask me the same thing: are you bisexual? The answer is yes, absolutely, and I’ve never been more comfortable saying it out loud. My attraction has always reached across genders, and over time I’ve realised how lucky that makes me. For some people, sexuality feels straightforward, like a line pointing one way. For me it’s a spectrum, fluid and colourful, a freedom to explore without limits or rules.

I’ve never thought of it as indecision or confusion. To me, being bisexual is about being honest. I know what I like, and I know what excites me. Sometimes that’s the strong, urgent touch of a man. Sometimes it’s the slow, teasing kisses of a woman. And sometimes it’s the heady mix of both when I find myself between two lovers at once. People often try to ask if I prefer one over the other, but the truth is that I don’t compare them. Each encounter is unique, each partner offers something different, and that variety is what makes my sexuality so thrilling.

With men, there’s often an intensity that takes over fast. I’ll never forget one night when I was pushed gently back onto the bed, his hands firm on my hips as he slid inside me with a low groan. The way his body pinned me down, the heat in his eyes, the sound of his breath growing quicker – it felt like being caught in a rush that I didn’t want to escape. That rough, passionate energy can light me up completely, leaving me gasping and smiling all at once.

With women, it’s a different rhythm. There’s a delicious slowness in the way a woman’s mouth traces down my body, in the way her tongue lingers over every inch like she’s savouring a treat she doesn’t want to finish. I remember lying back as soft fingers spread me open and a warm tongue circled me again and again, teasing until my legs were trembling. The softness of her breasts against mine, the taste of her lips after I’d kissed her most intimate places – it was sweet and filthy at the same time. That’s what I adore about being with women: the mix of tenderness and hunger in every touch.

Couples bring a completely different kind of thrill. There’s something intoxicating about being the centre of two people’s attention, about being pulled into their private world and welcomed as part of their connection. I once spent an entire evening with a couple where she kissed me deeply while her partner’s hands explored my body, sliding lower until I was moaning into her mouth. Later, I was on all fours, her tongue between my thighs while he filled me from behind, and the combination was so overwhelming that I lost all sense of who was touching what. All I could do was surrender to the waves of pleasure as they took me together. Those moments are addictive, and every couple brings their own energy, their own chemistry, their own way of making me feel desired from every side at once.

What I love about being bisexual isn’t only the pleasure, though that’s a big part of it. It’s also the honesty. I know there are people out there who feel nervous about admitting they want both, who fear judgement or rejection. For me, speaking openly about my bisexuality is a way to show that there’s nothing wrong with wanting more than one flavour of intimacy. Desire doesn’t have to fit into a neat box. It doesn’t have to be explained away or hidden. It can be embraced, enjoyed, and celebrated without shame.

At the same time, I don’t shy away from the naughty details because I know that’s what people are curious about. They want to know what it feels like to taste a woman after being filled by a man. They want to picture what happens when three bodies tangle together, every moan feeding the others until no one wants to stop. They want to hear the stories that go beyond labels and become vivid, messy, unforgettable memories. And I love telling those stories. They’re a part of me, and they’re as hot to share as they were to live.

So yes, I am bisexual. I live it with pride, passion, and plenty of wicked memories that still make me shiver when I think of them. I’ve been taken hard by men, worshipped by women, and adored by couples who wanted me as much as I wanted them. Every encounter has taught me something new about my body, my desires, and the endless ways intimacy can be shared. Bisexuality isn’t confusion or greed – it’s freedom, it’s truth, and it’s pleasure without limits.

And if you’re bold enough to ask me about those naughty adventures, I’ll happily tell you more. I’ll tell you how it feels to have a woman’s lips wrapped around me while a man thrusts deeper inside. I’ll tell you how it feels to be pulled into a kiss by soft lips one moment and bent over by strong hands the next. I’ll tell you about the heat, the laughter, the sweat, and the moans that blend together until the only thing left is raw, beautiful pleasure. Because that’s what my bisexuality is – not a question mark, not a compromise, but a celebration of every filthy, delicious possibility that comes my way.