Monday, October 9, 2017
My husband Jason and I have been married for five years, and our lives have been very warm and happy. We have a very lovely and sensible daughter. She's just been to kindergarten this year. Jason has been very successful in business over the past few years. Although he often works overtime, his salary is much higher than before. In order to make him feel relaxed, I do all the chores at home.
Jason and I often help each other and tide over many difficulties. I never complain that he has no time to spend with me, and I won't quarrel with him about forgetting my birthday. I felt I had done my best for the family, but Jason did many things that I could not forgive.
One day, Jason said he had to work overtime at night. I cooked a lot of food at home waiting for him to come back, but the food was already cold and he had not come home. So I heated the meal and put in a meal box. Then I drove the food to Jason's office. Just as I walked into Jason's office, he was holding a naked woman, and his cock had been thrust into the woman's vagina. I was going crazy and I hit them with the meal box.
Jason put on his clothes hurriedly, then looked at me and didn't know what to say. The woman looked at me naked and haughty as if she were showing off her nakedness. She put her arm round Jason's arm and asked Jason, "who is she?" I felt so embarrassed that I ran out of the company hurriedly. After a while, Jason went home, and as he knocked at the door he said he had nothing to do with the woman.
I've seen it all, but he still treats me like a fool. I'm not going to forgive him anymore. Then one day, I got a call from the woman of that day. She said, "I really don't know that Jason is your husband. It was a mistake that day. I met Jason on a bisexual dating site. He kept telling me he was a bisexual single, so we had sex in the office that day. It was not until that day that I found out that you were more attractive than your husband. I think we can have a date, or you can ask your husband for a threesome. Hahahaha !"
I hung up the phone angrily.
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
The first person I fell in love with is a girl. When I was in my freshman year, we had our first meeting in the school library because we were looking for the same book. My heart beat violently at the first sight of her. And I think she felt the same way. I occasionally wrote some sweet words to her, and we often walked together on the campus.
The holidays came, because my home was far away from school, and she was very happy to invite me to her home. At that time, I hesitated to go, but I was afraid of being found out as a lesbian. So I finally cooked up a reason and didn't promise her. Although we made a few calls during the holiday, we often kept silent when we found that there was nothing to talk about.
On October 8th her birthday, I wanted to give a special gift to her, but then gave her nothing, which made her very frustrated. That night she asked me to stay in her dormitory, I foolishly lying in bed, just hold her hand and held it for a long time. Later, we tacitly broke up the communication. During the four years of the school, I sometimes saw her far away, and I took the initiative to avoid meeting her. I wondered if she had done the same.
I fell in love with the boys in my class, and I found out that I was bisexual. I told my boyfriend that the first person I was attracted to was a girl, and my boyfriend said:“ it didn't matter, but now you're my girlfriend.” We soon fell in love and got married. So far, we're together for about eleven years, and the baby is two and a half years old.
Although I am a married woman, I am still a bisexual woman. I will still be tempted by some girls, but I think family is more important than desire.
Sunday, September 10, 2017
On the second day, I went to class with her again. I felt hungry after class because I didn't have dinner. She told me that her roommate didn't go back to her dorm tonight, so she could make instant noodles for me. Just as I was eating happily, her roommate suddenly came back. She was too nervous to open the door. Her roommate saw me and later reminded her not to do the wrong thing. She said her roommate is also a bisexual single and knew she had a girlfriend.
That night, after her roommate left, we talked a lot. She admitted that she had a crush on me, but she loved her girlfriend, and they had been together for three years. If she had to make a choice between me and her girlfriend, she would choose her girlfriend.
Although I had already thought of it, I was so sad that I was about to cry. Suddenly a kiss I froze, she stopped me crying with her sexy lips. I would like to use my life to protect this charming kiss.
Then she came to me with a sense of guilt. We often date and go shopping together. I became the other man. I never thought she'd have to break up. I just wanted her to accept that I loved her.
The relationship lasted for half a month, and her girlfriend went back to school.
Her girlfriend knew it quickly because she wouldn't tell a lie. So the three of us talked face to face in the library downstairs.
Her girlfriend cried and talked about how they had been together for three years, only to have a happy ending. She also asked me why I wanted to be the third party. I rendered speechless. After all, I can't control my love. It's not a reason to hurt anyone. Then she chose her girlfriend. The second day, I'm going to finish it and let her return my pictures to me. I thought she would be cold, but she was as active as ever and nothing seemed to have happened. We sat in the woods and talked a lot. She said with remorse that she just didn't know how to refuse me.
Then we had not been in touch for months, and I was with a handsome guy in the class. The boy loved me very much, and I felt well disposed towards him.
Almost three months later, when she found me again, she had broken up with her girlfriend. We sat in the school square and talked late. I told her how I felt about my boyfriend.
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
In February of this year, I was sure I was a bisexual woman. I met her at a school lecture last September. On that day, she wore a T-shirt which was printed with a small wasp. She had short hair and big eyes, and sat next to me because she couldn't find the extra empty seat.
Forget who spoke first, but we chatted anyway. I said I went to Japanese class and wanted to go to Japan, and she took IELTS and wanted to go to New Zealand because the aurora there was very beautiful.
At the end of the lecture, we are going to sign up at different language classes. We had already separated, and she suddenly stopped me, and asked me: “Oh, classmate, can you leave a phone number for me?”
Then I often thought it would be nice if she didn't stop me, so it wouldn't happen later.The first one or two weeks after we started talking on the phone, I would tell her about my Japanese class, and she would share with me the way her friend applied to study in Japan. She didn't go to the IELTS class and decided not to go to New Zealand. At that time, I didn't know she had a girlfriend and I didn't know she decided to go to New Zealand because of her girlfriend.
Because my good friends worked in the LGBT organization, I had also participated in related work, so I would forward some related messages in the community. I found she looked at it every time, and she sometimes commented, and we began to talk about homosexuality and bisexual. I was sure she did love girls, and she had a girlfriend for three years. I was a little lost at the time, but I didn't realize I might like her.
Until the winter of that year, we talked more and more. One night, she suddenly asked for video, because every time she typed, she would fall asleep. I thought it was strange, but I opened the video. It was the moment her face suddenly appeared on the screen, and I felt like I was moving. We had a long video, and I didn't tell her how I felt until the end of the chat.
One day we eat together, I did not hold back to tell her I love her. She admitted she was a lesbian, but she was easily attracted to any girl. Her girlfriend knew all about us, she loved her girlfriend, anyway, just want to let me give up the idea. I thought I was rejected, so I didn't go on talking. But when she had finished her meal, she asked me if I wanted to go with her to class. I knew her, and she loved me, too.
(To be continued...)
Thursday, August 31, 2017
I made my first girlfriend in high school. She is a very bright and sunny girl, passionate about sports and passionate. The first time I held her hand, the first time I kissed her, the first time I touched her body, so many memories of the first time I still remember.
She was always full of energy, and her smile was as beautiful as a flower. We played together, studied together, exercised together, and hid quietly in the dark places of our school gardens at night, and we could find a lot of interesting things every day. At that time, I tought I was a straight and I would never be bisexual or gay. Because I was so in love with that girl.
But all good things never last long. As we went to different universities, we didn't contact each other any more.
One day I found out that I liked the guy who played football together in the next class room. It's a totally different feeling, a different life force. When he finished the game and lifted his coat to show his strong body, he was like a omnipotent man of God at that moment. The sun was plated with gold on his body, and the blood kept pouring in my mind. I knew I become a bisexual man or a gay man.
He was as young, confident, passionate and dreaming as I was. One day we ran together night after day, I told him my feelings for him, he declined, but still let me kiss him. The first time I kissed a guy, the tension, the excitement, the sense of conquest, and the sense of being conquered were completely different from kissing girls. Although there was no love between us, but our friendship was very strong.
I don't want to speculate his sexual orientation, we can continue to be good friends had been satisfied.
Monday, August 28, 2017
When I was a little girl, I didn't play with boys, especially in primary and junior high school. It was so easy to struggle with boys, so I spent more time playing with the girls.
When I was in primary school, I had a crush on the boy student, but I was also interested in the girly girls. At school, my best friend and I often stared at the pretty girls and then whistled at them. I admit that I was precocious, and when someone in the class was talking about lesbian, I found myself having a strange feeling about girls.
When I was in junior high, gay novels and comics were very popular, and for the first time I officially understood homosexuality and bisexual. At that time, there were two girls in my friends who claimed to be gay, so there was a lot of gay talk between us, but I only supported gay men.
It was the first time I loved a girl, I was the monitor of our class and she is my partner. We studied and worked together for more than two years, and she became my friend from the start. Because our relationship = friend +partner, so we had lots of time to stay together. She was a very pretty girl with an outstanding temperament. She is a little older than me, and she always kept my mistakes, so I was really immersed in her gentleness. I liked to touch her body and wanted to possess her all the time. She had no antipathy to some of my cross-border acts, and sometimes even gave me a response. But as a bisexual single I didn’t show love to her. Then she got a boyfriend, so we drifted away.
In senior high school, although I had loved several boys, I still could not forget her. After a final exam, I braved the cold wind of winter and traveled through most of the cities to see her at her home. I still remember the feeling of joy and melancholy that I saw her.
Although sometimes I fall in love with a boy, I still love her. So I think it's nice to be alone. Don’t think I’m a lesbian, I am Bi, and the boy’s body is attractive to me.
Friday, August 25, 2017
I consider myself an intuitive person, but I can't tell you how to judge.
It's difficult to judge only by appearances and first impressions. Different women dress differently at different times, you can't judge her as a bisexual because of her neutral make-up. But there are all sorts of clues in the chat.
I once chatted with a girl about a TV show she loved to watch. She had a lot of opinion about a female role in the TV series, and she said, "the man who marries this woman will be very happy." Then I said to her:" you love a woman and you are bisexual." She tried to explain that she was straight, but she could not even convince herself, so she confessed.
I have always had a strong respect for other people's gender and sexuality, so many people are willing to tell me about their romance and sexual orientation.
Let's take an example of how to judge whether a girl is gay or bisexual from a chat. If a girl (or a boy) talks about her Ex-boyfriend or Ex-girlfriend, she never uses a gender specific pronoun. When I talked about my ex girlfriend before I came out, I always referred to her by "ex" and her horoscope. Or she never talks about her standards for the opposite sex, she doesn't want to find a boyfriend, or a friend recommends her boyfriend, she will try to refuse or shirk. Every time she mentioned the boy who pursued her, she always showed an impatient look.
Once I cut a short hair that looked like a tomboy. Every time a girl stopped and looked at me and wondered,"is this a lesbian?"" I knew I had met the same kind.
But the best way is to ask directly, and if you feel impolite to do so, you can come out directly. Or talk to her about your bisexual friends and see her attitude.