Fireworks and First Touches: My Nervous Dive into Bisexuality
The bedroom air hangs thick, heavy with unspoken heat. Marc’s naked on the bed, cock half-hard, swinging lazy. Mine matches, limp but twitching. Hélène sits back against the headboard, panties only, eyes locked on our dicks. Her gaze drifts distant, a sly smile playing. Heart pounds in my chest. This is it. No turning back….
