Beware the man....#2

I met this really fit guy-in a gym no less. He definitely wasn't conventionally good looking but he had muscles and was able to pick me up. Something which I learned when we snuck of to the cycle room and he had me balancing on his thighs whilst kissing me. I hadn't thought too much of him up until this point but I'd found his USP and was most definitely sold.

This guy was super confident. Tall, dark and muscly and had his own place. He wasn't shy about mentioning this regularly.

Well the thighs had got to me and I soon found myself standing outside his house ready and waiting to be let in. He had promised a romantic evening in, where I would be wined and dined. I knew shagging would be for desert (mama didn't raise no fool)

His 'house' turned out to be a Victorian semi that had been split in two, he lived in the bottom flat. House..flat..no biggie..at least it wasn't his family home. He gave me a quick tour and when I say quick I mean seconds. This was because the only furniture he had was a bed. No TV, no sofa, no pictures, no nothing. It literally was a sex den. I sat on the bed as it was either that or the floor. He explained he'd just moved in. Err that's something you mention BEFORE your guest arrives. Still I brushed it off.

He disappeared to the kitchen and returned a minute later with a half empty packet of biscuits (NOTE: half empty, not half full). He offered me one to which I declined. He then much to my surprise closed the bedroom door behind him and sat on the bed next to me.

No furniture and no food and I still shagged him. He was my first American guy and he lived up to the stereotypes- he did EVERYTHING. No corner was left unturned.

He insisted on cuddles after (I hadn't heard about this part!?) I didn't resist though mainly because it was dark and I didn't really know where I was. So there we were in the dark when he whispered "What would you say if I said I killed someone?"
My eyes felt like they were going to drop out of my head they popped so much. Trapped under his anaconda arm he fell asleep whilst I waited for the morning sun so I could leave. I tried to wriggle away a couple of times but he was built like a bear and I was stuck. He shouted a few times in his sleep which didn't really help his case.

Did I make it out alive? Erm..obviously! That was just the weirdest sex talk I'd ever heard. Needless to say I dodged his calls and never returned to the gym.

Lesson learned: Beware the man who brags. I prefer a man who brags about the size of his dick rather then anything and everything else.

Is this typical for American guys? Because I was scarred for life and for this reason he was my one and only American experience.

Robbin da Good