Category: Bisexual stories

She Watched Me

Not a day went by when I didn’t think about living out my hottest fantasy. I wanted to suck a cock and spend some time with my sexy buddy from the soccer club, but was never sure how to go about it. Until one day he was having his carpets cleaned in his unit and didn’t want to be around while the workers were there and then he felt that he needed to let it air a bit before staying there. My wife and I both agreed that he could stay and I decided to take the day off and spend a bit of time with him. He was having the day off as well, so we were going to catch a movie or something to kill the time.

Business was quiet, which was usually the case before the big stock take sale the following day, so my boss suggested I have the afternoon off and return early in the am to prepare for the mad rush that was expected.

“It’s a lodge,” she said quietly.

CHAPTER ONE

Its that time off year and basketball fever is in the air and with all the wild and hunky players in town it was time to spend some time with my roommate who wanted me to hang out with him and watch a few games. I’m not a huge basketball fan but Mike convinced me that the team he really wanted to see was one of the hottest teams and had the horniest of players… It took a lot of arm-twisting to get me to agree to hang out for long periods of time but hey what are mates for.

“Get undressed,” the pretty brunette told me, and I obeyed. She was called Jennifer, we’d met the night before at the rock nightclub, and I’d thought that she looked gorgeous in her goth make up so she invited me back to her place. It turned out that she was eighteen and still living at home, so we locked her door and did our best to keep quiet as we fucked the night away. Now it was noon, her parents were at work, she was on half-term break from sixth form college, I had the day off uni and we were in the sitting room. We’d both put on the same clothes we’d worn last night when we got up, and she’d removed her make-up, but she was still stunning, her hair a bit messy and her ample breasts squeezed into her tight black lacy v-necked vest top. She took my hand when I was done, picked up a bag she’d brought from her room, and led me on to the cold tiles of the kitchen.

Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others’ privacy, and also because they don’t matter. Each entry in the diary can be read alone or as part of a series, but since I have a wide sexual appetite you may not find everything I’ve done to be such a turn on, so you may want to skip those chapters.

I never thought that I would ever admit to be bisexual but for some unknown reason, I decided that if asked I would say yes! So for everyone reading this erotic bisexual story, “I am bisexual! Yep you heard it right here!!”