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Men's Sex Confessions. The policeman, the window cleaner, the doctor, the stripper, the nurse, the pilot, the roach recovery mechanic, the carper fitter, plus How to Make Your Man a Bad Boy for the Night and How to Spot a Bad Boy Across the Room.

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Publié par	Hearst Magazines UK
Date de parution	10 août 2012
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781905563708
Langue	English

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Table of Contents
The Fireman
The Policeman
The Paramedic
The Barman
The Doctor
The Nurse
The Lifeguard
The Personal Trainer
The Holiday Rep
The Road Breakdown Mechanic
The Delivery Man
The Pilot
The DJ
The Carper Fitter
The Stripper
The City Banker
The Insurance Salesman
The Mechanic
The Window Cleaner
The Bouncer
Five Ways to Spot a Bad Boy Across the Room
Turn Your Man into a Bad Boy for the Night
Women Reveal their Favourite Bad Boys
Bad Boys Extra
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The Fireman

As soon as women find out I work as a fireman, they look at me differently. I can tell what's going through their mind - they're imagining me dressed in my uniform, all hot and sweaty, fighting my way through the flames to rescue them from a burning building. I don't mind. In fact, I'm sure that's why so many girls flirt with me when I'm on a night out. And there have been quite a few evenings when I've taken someone home, pretended to rescue them from disaster in the living room, only to throw them over my shoulder and take them to my bedroom! They always love it and, I must admit, the thought of being a powerful hero never fails to turn me on. Of course, when I'm out on a call, all I think about is the job. You never know how dangerous a situation is going to be, and once the adrenalin gets your heart pumping, all you can focus on is not ending up dead. All thoughts of sex fly out of the window when you're rescuing women in real danger.
But one Friday afternoon, my colleagues and I were coming to the end of our shift when the bell started ringing. We dropped what we were doing, slid down the fireman's pole into the garage and clambered into our fire engines. The sirens started and we began pulling on our protective jackets, trousers and helmets as the driver sped off. A fire had been reported on the top floor of a large office building in town. We were briefed that the staff were being evacuated. We wouldn't know exactly what we'd be dealing with until we got to the site, so all I could do was make sure I was alert and ready to take orders.
We were there within six minutes and, as we pulled up outside, we could see smoke billowing from the top floor, five storeys up. As we piled through the building's glass doors, some of the workers were still pouring out. A group of girls cheered and whooped as we rushed past them, but I hardly noticed. I put my mask on and ran up the stairs with my colleagues, checking each floor for staff members. As we climbed up to the top the smoke got thicker and thicker.
Thankfully it wasn't an office area as such. The top floor was used for storage, so we were able to check easily that no one was trapped. My colleagues were already up on the hydraulic extension platform outside, bombarding the flames with water through the windows, and they soon had the fire under control. After about an hour, there was nothing left to do, so we trooped downstairs and into the fresh air. I was exhausted and sat down on the pavement, trying to catch my breath. Although the building had been deemed safe and all the office staff sent home, some of them had decamped to the pub further down the road and were watching the action.
As my breathing started to get back to normal, I noticed a girl leave the pub, cross the road and start walking towards the building. She was small, with a sexy brown bob. Even in the state I was in, I couldn't help noticing she had a fantastic body. As she got closer, I realised she was coming to talk to me.
Sure enough, she started saying that she felt she just had to come and thank me for doing such an amazingly brave job. 'I've always wanted to meet a real fireman', she added. 'What's your name?' I told her, and she told me hers was Rachel and that she worked in marketing. I just smiled politely, but then her expression changed. She looked straight at me, leaned in and whispered, 'Meet me at the fire exit round the back of the building in two minutes. There's something I want to show you'. And she disappeared behind the office block.
I didn't know what to do. There could only be one reason why she wanted to meet me. I had to admit Rachel looked great in her tight, black, knee-length skirt and close-fitting, white T-shirt. But I was on duty - I couldn't just go off. I sat thinking about it for a few minutes, then curiosity got the better of me. I told my colleagues I had to check something out and followed Rachel round to the back of the building.
The fire door had been left open during the evacuation, but one of the building's security guards was standing outside it. He obviously wasn't letting Rachel back inside, but when she saw me she said, 'It's OK, I'm with him. I need to get my handbag.' Reluctantly, the security guard let us in and I started to ask her what she was up to. But Rachel just grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs.
On the first floor, she stopped outside the ladies toilet and leaned against the door. 'You look so good in that uniform', she said, cocking an eyebrow and smiling sexily. For a moment I couldn't believe this was happening to me, and I think I must have looked surprised because a flicker of doubt crossed her face. But then Rachel's bravery returned and she leaned towards me and started kissing me passionately.
I was blown away by her excitement. Before I knew it, her hands were everywhere - reaching inside my heavy jacket and roaming over my T-shirt, which was slick with sweat. Rachel didn't seem to mind, and neither did I as she pulled me into the toilets.
In between kisses, she started telling me how turned on she'd felt when she'd seen us arrive. It had always been her fantasy to seduce a fireman and I was the lucky guy. Rachel said she'd caught sight of my face under my helmet and knew she had to have me as soon as possible. Suddenly my tiredness vanished.
No sooner had I dropped my yellow safety hat on the floor than Rachel was pulling down my trousers. She sank to her knees on the tiled floor and gave me oral sex as I leaned against one of the basins and sighed in ecstasy. I wanted the feeling to last so, before I got to the point of no return, I pulled her up and kissed her again, giving me time to calm down a bit. I was really getting into it now and decided I was going to show her an unforgettable time. Of course, I didn't have any condoms - I don't normally need them to fight fires! But, luckily, Rachel was well prepared and pulled one from her pocket. That was even more of a turn-on, realising she'd known exactly what her plans were for me.
I turned Rachel around towards the basin and pulled her skirt up around her waist. As I pushed myself against her she undid her shirt, pulling the cups of her bra down so I could see her breasts in the mirror. I saw she was wearing a G-string and stockings, and nearly came there and then. I pulled her thong to one side and eased myself gently into her. 'Harder', she ordered, so I thrust myself deep inside her - holding her breasts as I thrust deeper and faster.
She started shouting out, 'Yes, yes, yes...' and I could feel her fingers touching herself. I couldn't stop myself crying out as I climaxed, and then I felt Rachel's thighs start to tremble. She was touching her clitoris while I was still inside her, then her whole body shuddered as she had an orgasm. I slumped hot and sweaty over her back and wrapped my arms around her.
It took us a few moments to catch our breath, then reality hit. I knew the security guard could well have heard us moaning and would be coming to investigate any minute. By now, the rest of the crew would also be wondering where I was. I quickly pulled my trousers up and scrambled around looking for my jacket and helmet. We both looked so flushed, I was worried someone would realise we'd done more than look for her bag. I couldn't believe I'd been so stupid, but I've never been so excited. It must have been all the adrenalin still pumping round my system after the fire.
Luckily, Rachel seemed to be in control of the situation. She just walked casually down the stairs, with me clumping behind her in my big boots. When we saw the security guard, she told him she couldn't find her bag anywhere and didn't know what she was going to do, as it had her purse and house keys inside. He fell for it completely and seemed so concerned he didn't give me a second look. 'Don't worry, we'll make sure you get home safely,' I said. Then Rachel and I walked off. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, 'Call me soon. You know where I am,' before heading off towards the pub to find her friends.
I walked to the front of the building just in time to see everyone getting in the rig. 'We were just about to go without you Rob. Where have you been?' shouted one of the boys. I made a lame excuse about chatting to the security guard about fire safety and, thankfully, no one said anything else.
I was still shell-shocked when I got home. I kept replaying the situation in my head. I had to talk to someone about it and the next day I called Rachel at work. Initially, I was nervous, but we both relaxed when I thanked her for an amazing experience. She said it was the craziest thing she'd ever done, but there was something about me that made her want to have sex there and then. I asked her if she still felt that way and invited her out for the drink the following night.
We had a great time and started meeting up regularly. Six months on, we're still together and my uniform has never seen so much action! But nothing will ever beat that first, feverish session...'
Rob, 27, Glasgow
The Policeman

I have been a policeman in a rural village for five years. I love my job because I work in a small community and know everyone who lives there. Each year, one of my duties is to police the summer fair. It's not the most exciting assignment, but I still take it seriously.
Last summer, I was the only officer on duty and towards th