Enough," I say, raising my head . . . sort of like an overstuffed baby . . . from the exposed breast. "Who's going to go next? Tonya . . . truth or dare? We all doing dares? Yes, no — what?" When

Fine," says Lauren. Her eyelids lifting and falling down from drunkenness, she effortfully lunges toward Tim in slowed, moon-walking style leaps. "Truth or dare, Timmy. You're so cute. Like a puppy dog. I just want to pet you all day . . ."

Sites

Should I text him to say I know something happened that night that shouldn't have happened? And that I've been feeling very confused and stressed about the situation? Or do I just try to pretend it never happened and hope it becomes a distant memory and that when we next see each other we can just laugh it off? So, my husband recently told me he is bisexual. He apparently got/gave a BJ or two before he met me, and he said he's only interested in BJ's (no anal, etc.). He said he's always found the idea of an open relationship interesting, but if we don't do it he'd be 100% fine with that. I'm just wondering if any other married couples have gone this route? How'd it go? I just want him to be happy, but I'm just confused. When someone you love tells you they want other people, it can hurt a bit and raises some self-doubt issues. I'm not opposed to the idea, but I guess how do you get over the jealousy?

Do you think she’s going to be understanding enough to hear your story and realize that it was just something that occurred as a result of you being wasted and doubling-up on Klonopin? I’m not sure that most women would be that understanding. The next day I came home and we went upstairs into our bedroom to talk. She was sitting on the bed and telling me how sorry she was for what she did. I couldn't help what happened next. I told her to fall to her knees and shift over towards me. I then told her to perform fellatio on me, and she complied, and I felt anger and power all in one sensation. I love my wife. And these feelings scared me, yet excited me. The next few days are a blur. My husband was devastated, and I was devastated I had hurt my gorgeous caring man so much. How could he possibly believe I still loved him just the same, no less than before, when I would betray him like that. I took a lot of pain killers. A lot of valium. I slept. I cried. I tried to think but I saw no answer, so to stop the thinking I would just wash down the pain killers with more pain killers. I was numb. If the ideal doesn't happen, and you have to have a serious talk with him.. ugh. Definitely, definitely, don't take all the blame (or any of the blame - it's better if he accepts it all on himself, otherwise he might blame you completely to avoid feeling like his sexuality has been questioned). This is definitely a situation that is more traumatic for him than for you, and has far greater complications.

He softly chortles to himself shaking his head, which was a pretty corny couple of things to do after his repetitious joke, even making his nervousness more conspicuous by batting a hand . . . somewhat effeminately, in truth . . . toward them. Due to a heightened sense of self-awareness, he grows very solemn again. "Nevermind. Who wants to ask me to do what— Tonya, Lauren?" Here’s the part where I plead for your advice. What do you think? Have you experienced anything like this before? What’s the correct protocol for handling a situation like this? I had taken double the dose of my (prescribed) Klonopin that day as I was feeling more anxious than usual. The last time I took a large dose of Klonopin combined with alcohol The next morning I awoke to a text message from Sam, telling me that he thought I was the sexiest woman in the club. I had never had anyone so openly compliment me, I felt proud and filled with excitement. I showed my husband, who had a little giggle, but also questioned how Sam had my number.

A 2017 study cited in the MIT Technology Review found that people who meet online are more likely to be compatible and have a higher chance of a healthy marriage if they decide to get hitched. Further, a 2019 study done at Stanford found that nearly two-thirds of modern same-sex couples meet online. Too immoral," Tonya warns, looking to Lauren with visible anxiety, until further vocalizing her genuine concerns: "I don't know, Vince. Something bad could happen." Even on Bicupid, the aforementioned singular bisexual dating app, there are a lot of couples only looking for bi-women to hook up with. We aren't saying that threesomes are wrong, but let's not assume that every bi person is dreaming of hooking up with you and your beau. You'd think the user base on queer dating apps would be more enlightened than on comparatively heteronormative apps, but that's not always the case. She discovers another bottle of liquor near the glass table. The table is deliberately situated in front of the latitudinous vista, obviously so her prosperous family can view the flora and wildlife — consisting mostly of birds, coyotes, and occasionally wolves — whenever peering inside the vast canyon behind Lauren's home. Forgive yourself for what happened. There is nothing you can do to change it, and there is no point in living in regret. Take a vow to do what you must to repair your friendship and ensure that it never happens again.

Sex in Chains (1928)

I still loved my husband, in no way any less than before. He was still my world and the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. But suddenly I felt the same for someone else. Was it possible to love two people? Society says no. At the same time Sam didn’t want me to leave my husband, he loved my husband as a friend and didn’t want to tear our family apart, his feelings came around as unexpectedly as mine did, and he never intended nor wanted to steal me away. We're sisters —" Tonya argues, laughs toward starry, dark sky. "Would that turn you on, Vince? You Perv." I’m a 32-year-old straight guy. My wife and I have been married for four years and together for nine. We have a great marriage and all is well. We have been quarantining at home since March. During this time, we have been exploring things sexually, which has been really fun. We have also been talking more about our kinks and fantasies. One thing my wife really wants to try is an MMF threesome. I’ve agreed and she’s been talking about how hot it will be to make this happen once quarantine is over. She is particularly turned on by the fact that this would be my first sexual experience with another guy. The only issue is, in reality, it won’t be. The truth is that when I was in high school, a guy friend and I fooled around a few times. I have no regrets but those experiences only served to reaffirm that I preferred women. I never did anything with another guy and I never felt the need to mention these early experiences to my wife. She just assumed I had never had a same-sex encounter. Now I feel like I’ve misled her or lied to her somehow. Should I tell her the truth or just let her believe our MMF threesome would be my first time with a guy? —Nervously Omitted Homosexual Occurrences, Mostly Oral My wife questions my use of the word gay as being potentially offensive and I’d like to get your take. I’m male and my male friends like to flirt and joke about performing sex acts on each other. We’ve never actually carried through with it but I consider myself on the “spectrum” and might be open to gay sex. My male friends and I say we’re being or acting gay (though we’re all practicing heterosexuals) and this is where my wife takes issue. For example, I might say, “We’re so gay!” in our conversations but the word is used in a positive way. My wife makes the point that the word has a history of being used negatively, so may be considered offensive, and should only be used casually by people who are more legit gay. Should I stop using the word gay this way? —Gay Poser

What do I see for you in the future? I see a wiser woman; I see a woman who finds new strength in herself to protect her daughters and make a new life. I see a woman who now knows you never really know, who learns that when disaster happens you're capable of more than you realized. And maybe there will be some new rules in this story -- rules about hunches and doubts, a rule that says if something doesn't feel right, it isn't. And in all this don't be afraid to be a bit selfish. Your conversation can also include what you expect in return should you decide he and your relationship are worth your granting his request. Nothing too gross, Vince." As she spoke, her quarter-inch — similar in extension to Lauren's — fingernails threaten to slice me to ribbons. She’s like Uma Thurman from “Kill Bill,” swinging her claws and making guttural noises like a tiger. I'm experienced enough to understand that nobody is perfect and I wouldn't doubt it Mr. Happy Clam may even have had his own brush with infidelity, but I knew posting this scenario I'd be receptive to ignorance coming from such. I dreamt about her that night. Dreampt about her long dark hair. Dreampt about her gentleness. The effect she had on me was frightening.

Hinge

Do bisexual people get dealt a shitty hand on dating apps? Yep. Does that mean meeting someone special online is impossible? Hell nah. Even Tonya, clapping herself, screams "Woo!", but then she heads toward the other end of the pool. The departure is probably due to wanting to fix her looks. In truth, she’s a perfect ten without a single flaw. Always will be. I feel like I want to text him to tell him how I'm feeling but I wonder whether it is just best left alone and hope that it's not awkward the next time I see him, whenever that may be. I agree that the best thing to do is to put the whole thing out of my mind and pretend it never happened. The only way I think he would ever bring it up would be to guage my response to determine if I remembered anything.