bangsandwhimpers

As I weaved my way through the people, I had clocked him. Mostly his eyes, which had bored their way through me, full of lust. But he was the security guard, so I didn’t pursue it. I felt awesome –… more ›

This guy was a type. The type that sends you #dickpics. The type that asks how naughty you are. The type that you meet on an Internet dating site. The type that you probably shouldn’t fuck at all.
Unbelievably it was… more ›

I went out looking to get laid, out of revenge. I wanted some hot wuk. So I went to the club and danced with a few dudes, it was pretty ace. He was just sitting, chilling – not bad looking,… more ›

It was a goodbye shag. I’d only been dating him for 2 months and we’d been split for over a month but I really couldn’t get him out of my head. It was terrible, the worst kind and I knew… more ›

I’d got to the point where whoever I met that night would have got it, within reason. I’m saying that loosely, I have taste, I have standards. But I was lucky – for he was clean, handsome and could string… more ›

This guy was a real charmer. We IM’d for a few weeks, him telling me what he wanted to do to me, asking for my credentials (ifyuhgetwhaddimean) He kept sending me photos. His profile pics were HOT DAWG already. Then… more ›

I think I was around 20/22 when I met him in a total dive bar in Enfield. I was with a female work colleague who was double my age but knew the barman.  As a result I was drunk. We… more ›