Bisexual Male


You want it really

As I walked out my house, I lifted my hood and headed into the night, anyone who would have seen me from behind the curtains or in a car would think of me as being sinister and suspicious and they would be correct as I headed towards the town. It was a Friday night and I was looking for a drunk girl to have sex with, I wasn't in the mood for foreplay or pulling. I just wanted sex. As I got to the fringe of the town and headed through the park, I saw a girl stumbling towards the taxi office on the other side of the park. She was wearing an incredibly short dress and I licked my lips as I approached her.

Sex Story: Chapter 5

The hangover I woke up with was worse than I had ever had before. I had numerous 'binge drinking' sessions but this seemed to be worse and I was unsure why. I checked my phone like I always did when I woke up in the morning. I had a new message from an unknown number, it was from my lover last night: Stephanie.Last night was one of the most amazing nights of my life, I am still trying to get my head around it. Just so you know, I don't normally you know.. erm.. 'squirt'. By the way, thank you for clearing up the bar for me. You saved me from one hell of a bollocking, anyway hopefully we'll meet up again sometime.Stephanie xI smiled at the text and acknowledged it before I had a long hot show...

Sex Story: Chapter 4

I slowly began to remain consciousness and my head was pounding as moments of last night flooded back to me. I reached my arm out as my vision was still blurred but there was no petite body there for me to nestle against. I wasn't surprised as I looked at my clock and saw it was midday, I knew that she would have set off for work and the note she left reinforced that, however she did leave her number on the bottom of the note which I transferred into my small address book, it was made of leather and was long and slim. I walked over to the phone and checked if there had been any messages left before I rustled up some breakfast, a nice croissant and slipped on some lax attire.

Sex Story: Chapter 3

I slowly began to remain consciousness and my head was pounding as moments of last night flooded back to me. I reached my arm out as my vision was still blurred but there was no petite body there for me to nestle against. I wasn't surprised as I looked at my clock and saw it was midday, I knew that she would have set off for work and the note she left reinforced that, however she did leave her number on the bottom of the note which I transferred into my small address book, it was made of leather and was long and slim. I walked over to the phone and checked if there had been any messages left before I rustled up some breakfast, a nice croissant and slipped on some lax attire.

Sex Story: Chapter 2

The boss slowly shut the door, I was frozen to the spot. I quickly scuttled across the room and put my clothes back on. There was a look on his face that I'd never forget, he was disgusted but also he looked hurt. "Cynthia.." He said, his voice was croaking, "Why?" He continued. "I-well.." She stuttered as she put her dress back on and sat down at the desk. "James, I don't think this will be coming as a surprise to you, but you're fired, effective immediately, you've just shagged my wife, in my office. I don't really think there is any way to wriggle out of this one" He said calmly.

Sex Story: Chapter 1

It was a typical british summer I thought as I woke up to the pitter patter of rain hitting the window beside me. It was a small apartment but it had a fashionable look. The floors and roof were decorated with cream tiles whilst the floor had been fitted with a wooden decking. I clambered onto it and suddenly winced as the flesh of my feet touched the freezing surface. I slipped on some socks and just about managed to fit my 6 foot 3 inch frame into the bathroom. I stood there and noticed a red mark on my otherwise muscular body. Each of my abs fell tight and I ran my fingers in between them like many girls had done so before.

Fantasy time, me and Kev.

After several years of thinking, the time had come for my husband and i, to fulfil our wildest fantasy's, only, he wouldn't know too much about most of them, who am i to tell, march, and the frosty mornings still among us, yet spring, firstly let me tell you some bits about ourselves. My husband, a 33 y/o, handsome, builder by trade, and very good with his hands! Named Kevin, myself, 34 y/o, sassy, told im very attractive, and awsome with my tongue. We had often spoken of our fantasy's, but husband was more honest and sordid than me, i kept them simple, almost romantic, secretly yearning for other, unmentionable, to him at least, things.

Merely Foreplay

I was looking to tease her from the off, it had been quite a few dates now and more and more the topic of sex had popped up in conversation, it hadn't been coincidence, she'd been deliberately doing it and she was practically gagging for it although she did disguise it well. I was going to engage with her sexually the next time we met. I invited her round and we began to watch television, it was mediocre and boring but as soon as the adverts came on the screen. I came alive, I clambered on top of her on the sofa and began to straddle her.

Calory Burning!

Well my job was based around exercise which was why I love my job. I love exercise, I love the burning sensation run through my muscular arms as I lift the weights and ignore the admiring advances of the women in Lycra to my left, I focused purely on pulling this heap of metal up and down until I was completely sapped of energy. After month after month of consecutive gym sessions on a daily basis, I was approached by a sharp looking woman in a business suit who proposed that I should become a personal trainer. I mean I get to exercise more and the gym was my social habitat; one that I thrived in as I could return the seductive gazes and join in with the banter thrown around but I didn't have any other alternative so I bit her hand off.

Maybe one more massage!

It was my last client of the day and I was dreading it, I could see the snow beginning to fall against the window and I knew that if I wasn't carefully, I could end up being snowed in at work and I couldn't think of something worse. I did decide however to make an effort as I lit the candles and let the aroma of vanilla drift through the air and fill the room. The room was nice and warm and I was ready as I stood there in my plain white uniform. I heard the bell ring which indicated the door had been opened and stepped out expecting to be rubbing the muscle of yet another strapping young lad who'd pulled something whilst playing some sort of exercise but I couldn't have been more wrong!