"What's good, people, I'm Mr. BWC, and I got one hell of a story for you," says I, and I know I've got your immediate attention, ladies and gentlemen. I'm an average-looking guy, Caucasian, in my twenties, with brown hair and blue eyes. I live in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Government name is Brian Wilcox-Crawford, and it's quite ironic because my initials basically spell out what I do for fun. I'm what you'd call a bisexual whisperer...
Now, you might be wondering what is a bisexual whisperer. Let me explain a little bit. There's lots of couples out there where the woman is kinky and highly sexual, and the man is bisexual, and this is where I come in. I am a sexually flexible masculine man who comes along to help make their dreams come true, and have lots of fun doing it. I fuck the husband while the wife watches. I fuck the wife while the husband watches. I fuck both at the same time if they want. I don't discriminate.
Let me walk you through some of my adventures, ladies and gentlemen. Fellas, prepare to get hard...and disturbed. Ladies, prepare to get wet, and equally disturbed. You've been warned, folks. If you're the sort of man who is offended by a thick cock going into a female mouth while on its way to a male ass, then I suggest you stop reading at once. I'm not for everyone, ladies and gentlemen. And I am fine with that.
At the end of the day, we all are what we are. I know what I am and don't apologize for it. Ladies and gentlemen of the readership, I am a bisexual man. Not one of those annoying gay guys who have tons of female friends, yet are allergic to the very idea of fucking pussy, or one of those narrow-minded straight guys who love banging women but fear and hate the power of the cock. I'm beyond such limitations.
"Nice to meet you, Rashid," I said, looking at my new friends, Rashid Ali and his wife Fathiya Hossein-Ali. We met online and they invited me for some fun at their nice townhouse in the Kanata area. Rashid is tall, dark and handsome, a fine specimen of African Muslim masculinity. The kind of man that I would definitely check out if I saw him walking around Bank Street on a sundry Monday afternoon.
Rashid Ali is my favorite kind of guy. The brother is college-educated, and works for the Canadian government in some official capacity. If I had to guess, I'd say he either works for Canada Revenue Agency, or some other government agency. A hard-working brother with ambition. I respect that. I'm a university-educated, hard-working man and I've been a KPMG employee for the past six years. I prefer to deal with people from the same educational and social background, regardless of color.
Rashid Ali is a handsome Black man with the looks of an NBA superstar and the casual confidence possessed by many Black men the world over. I simply love the brothers. I love the way they smell and taste. As for his wife Fathiya, she's lovely, thick, with dark brown skin and long dark hair which she usually hides under a headscarf for religious reasons. More than okay by me. I respect all races and religions. I'm an enlightened sort at the end of the day.
"Welcome to our house, Mr. BWC," Fathiya says, and the young African Muslim woman looks at me appreciatively. I nod and smile at her. As a bisexual man, I have a certain appreciation for both female beauty and male sensual power. I admire Lebron James athleticism, strength and power, and I also admire Serena Williams big beautiful butt. They're like my dream threesome, but I'm not rich and powerful enough to gravitate in their circles. A guy can dream, eh?
