Before the Ro was born I had the habit of going to the gym at least two days a week. I did CrossFit, bicycle, Pilates, Tae-Bo, but after having my son it became harder for me to get back into the habit.
Not only because the laziness that gave me going back to that routine, but also because now, already being a mother, I had less time than before. If we add maternity to work, home, my husband and the 'extra hours' (haha) I like to do occasionally, the gym always ended up relegated in my priority orders.
But they called me a few days ago to offer me a promotion, because I had always been up to date with my payments and for me to return to the family of... (name of the gym)..., they were offering three months at half price. I didn't have to do anything, my membership would renew automatically if I just showed up. I wanted to say no, but the girl who called me was so insistent that I ended up accepting with a one-month trial, to see if the little bug of sports attacked me again.
The first few days I did a light routine, typical of someone who just starts or takes up practice again after some time, like me. But the truth is that it wasn't like before, I lacked enthusiasm, motivation, whatever, the thing is that I had already decided not to use the other two months of the promotion until I saw...
Dothraki wave, Metro 90, mulatto, well-defined muscles, long hair tied in a booty, and a dark and luxuriant beard. I left drooling at the sight of him, not exactly from his mouth.
That same night I masturbated in the shower thinking of him.
I saw him exercising with 100-kilo weights and hallucinated with platinizing my hair and becoming his Khaleesi.
I can't be that hot, they'll say, but I am. The difference with other women is that I don't suppress what I feel. That's why from the precise instant I saw him I set out to screw him.
To achieve my goal I started going to the gym more days, precisely the same ones he attended. I would train near him and cross glances that pretended to be casual but were loaded with absolute intentionality. This went on until one of those days when the heat became too intense, I stopped what I was doing and approached him to ask about a routine he was performing. That was the first step. From then on we always stopped to chat between routines, it was like that I found out his name is Juan, he's married, has a newborn daughter and apart from his obsession with weights is... (hold on tight), underwear model. With that physique, honestly, I didn't expect anything else.
During those weeks when we established a certain acquaintance at the gym, Franco and Benito, Pablo's brother, showed up. Maybe that's why I ended up hooking up with all of them because I was hot for him.
That's until one day we coincided at the exit, although to be sincere I must admit that I was the one who forced the encounter. We said goodbye to the boys from the reception and left the street, walking together until the corner.
Now he's the one who tries to force something.
If you have time I invite you to take something - he proposes it to me.
This is mine, I thought. Between us there was already a certain level of intimacy, so the counter proposal resulted in something very natural and predictable.
-And why don't you invite me to a hotel instead? I say then, without giving it any more thought. The topic of my heat, of course.
-That's what we both want, don't we? - I add, smiling at him in an enticing way.
-From a while back - it has been reassuring me by returning my smile.
We can go to that hotel, it's right around the corner - I suggest referring to a transient hostel that due to its proximity is visited by most of the gym staff.
-I think it's fine- nods, so we're heading to the relevant hotel, which I won't name since mentioning it would reveal what gym I attend.
When we were finally alone, what I had imagined, what I had fantasized, all that I had longed for, ended up being much better when I was between his arms. As if it were something we were predestined for, we kissed for a long time without rushing, enjoying the moment, savoring each other with a suffocating hunger, letting our lips and tongues be the receivers of all that passion neither of us wanted to contain for much longer.
We're both still wearing our light and easy-to-remove gym clothes, so we quickly shed them, rubbing against each other, sharing the warmth that we've been building up since the first time we saw each other. As he would later tell me himself, he had already wanted to have me like this from the moment he laid eyes on me.
Without looking at her yet, I grab her cock and caress it all the way down, feeling it hard and erect, warm and pulsating, flaunting a size that in underwear advertisements must mark a more than attractive bulge.
While he's teasing me, he massages my breasts, tracing the circumference of my areolas with his fingers, slowly squeezing my nipples as if waiting for me to come. I imagine that would make his wife happy, especially since she's recently given birth and might find what she's looking for there. But with me... he has to give me an orgasm.
I get down on my knees on the floor and now she's right in front of me, arrogant and uncontrollable, bursting with vitality, swollen with masculinity, veins well-defined, a plump and rosy head, the original force and energy of the Universe contained in those almost 18 centimeters of flesh.
I give him a good tongue-lashing with eggs, and from there I go up with my tongue, leaving a streak of saliva all along.
I arrive at the tip and suck her head with short but enticing licks, sipping the salty tears that well up from that all-powerful third eye.
My Dothraki mare lets out a battle cry when I put it in my mouth and give it a blowjob worthy of the Targaryen dynasty.
From below I can see how she sketches a thousand and one gestures of pleasure, gasping inaudibly, trying to control herself so as not to finish in my mouth. I don't want it to end that quickly either, I still want to keep enjoying that privileged hardness, so I pull back my lips and stand up.
I kiss him on the mouth and moving my hips sensually I go towards the bed. I get down on my knees and put myself in all fours, completely open and yearning. Juan comes towards me and sucks my pussy with the skill of someone who knows very well what they're doing, applying his tongue to where sensitivity is most intense. My body responds in the only way it knows how, igniting even more.
Then he gets up and what I feel is no longer his tongue, but his cock, already with the condom on, leaning against the entrance and pressing with relatively strong force. Ah, yes, then I'm not sure if it's him who penetrates me or I who absorb and keep him hostage in my interior, although not for long, as he starts moving right away.
She holds me from the waist and fucks me with long and deep thrusts. Eighteen centimeters of Gloria pierce through to the most hidden part of my being. Eighteen, plain to see, although they could be more, but not less.
So I tell him to grab my hair and hold me tighter. He does it, grabs a strand and pulling my head back, emphasizes the intensity of his discharges. I hit myself on the booty and ask him to do the same.
!!! SPLASH-SPLASH-SPLASH-SPLASH...!!!
The slaps that are applied to me, from one side and the other, resonate thunderously above my moans and gasps. Only missing is for him to say 'Moon of my life' and it would be complete.
But the intensity of the fuck is so brutal and eloquent that I immediately feel like the condom's containment is filled to the maximum. Leaving it well inside me, Juan, my silver Khal Drogo, ends as if there were no tomorrow. And I end with him, both of us sinking into an ecstatic and wonderful lethargy.
After the dust we rolled on the bed and stayed lying down on our backs, looking at each other in the ceiling mirror, a satisfied smile illuminating our faces.
Without saying anything to us, we approach each other and start kissing again, intensely, passionately. As I lie there still, feeling the after-shocks of orgasm, Juan grabs his cock, which had decreased in volume after ejaculation, and masturbates, anxious to put it back inside me.
Leave it to me - I say and grabbing her now, I'll suck it until she's in critical condition.
He puts on another layer and settling in above mine, between my legs, he penetrates me again in a way that makes me let out a sense of panting. But he doesn't move, stays there inside, warm and pulsating, eating at my mouth every time I open it to release the tension that's building up in my entrails.
-Take me..., give it to me, take me!- I plead suppliantly, pushing my hips upwards.
Again the thrusts, punches, my belly against his, our sweat mixing, forming a single essence.
When the cock comes out, in one of those many outbursts, I grab it and instead of putting it back in my pussy, I guide it towards my bum. Juan looks at me surprised although knowing to understand my desire.
Ready to please me, he opens up in a delicious way, as if that were his place in the world, pulling out more moans from me when he starts to fuck me with long and deep penetrations, those that seem to reach my soul.
Handling the rhythm and cadence, he makes the ass with an admirable expertise, enlarging it just enough and necessary, like to make room for his 18 centimeters of cock.
It fills me, it overflows my ass, his body on mine, giving and receiving each other, imprinting one on the other, making that moment, simple, casual, the full and absolute consumption of all our longings.
Again the shared dust, mutual explosion, the supreme joy of our senses that envelops and tightens us, turning us into one for that moment, a single ecstasy, a single pleasure.
When he withdraws from my butt and takes off the condom, I give him a last little lick, cleaning up the remaining semen that stains its surface.
-I loved it!- I exclaimed later licking my lips, and I'm not just referring to its cum.
-To me too, since I saw you for the first time at the gym I had a desire to...!-
-What's the matter...? I'll keep going for you.
-From head to toe... complete with a smile that must be one of her best seduction weapons, besides the body, of course.
After the rigorous shower, we got dressed and left the room, this time I'll wash my hair, since after exercising it's not unusual to arrive home with wet hair.
In the lobby we ran into another gym couple, cheaters like us, the martial arts instructor and Fabiola, a dentist and mother of four... how does she do it?
We left the hotel with Juan, walked to the corner and said goodbye until next time, just like Khal Drogo and Daenerys from fiction, ours would also be fleeting. I had already lost interest, and although his romantic performance deserved a note higher than 10, that initial fascination I felt was already starting to dissipate. After all, not only dothrakis live in the Seven Kingdoms.
Not only because the laziness that gave me going back to that routine, but also because now, already being a mother, I had less time than before. If we add maternity to work, home, my husband and the 'extra hours' (haha) I like to do occasionally, the gym always ended up relegated in my priority orders.
But they called me a few days ago to offer me a promotion, because I had always been up to date with my payments and for me to return to the family of... (name of the gym)..., they were offering three months at half price. I didn't have to do anything, my membership would renew automatically if I just showed up. I wanted to say no, but the girl who called me was so insistent that I ended up accepting with a one-month trial, to see if the little bug of sports attacked me again.
The first few days I did a light routine, typical of someone who just starts or takes up practice again after some time, like me. But the truth is that it wasn't like before, I lacked enthusiasm, motivation, whatever, the thing is that I had already decided not to use the other two months of the promotion until I saw...
Dothraki wave, Metro 90, mulatto, well-defined muscles, long hair tied in a booty, and a dark and luxuriant beard. I left drooling at the sight of him, not exactly from his mouth.
That same night I masturbated in the shower thinking of him.
I saw him exercising with 100-kilo weights and hallucinated with platinizing my hair and becoming his Khaleesi.
I can't be that hot, they'll say, but I am. The difference with other women is that I don't suppress what I feel. That's why from the precise instant I saw him I set out to screw him.
To achieve my goal I started going to the gym more days, precisely the same ones he attended. I would train near him and cross glances that pretended to be casual but were loaded with absolute intentionality. This went on until one of those days when the heat became too intense, I stopped what I was doing and approached him to ask about a routine he was performing. That was the first step. From then on we always stopped to chat between routines, it was like that I found out his name is Juan, he's married, has a newborn daughter and apart from his obsession with weights is... (hold on tight), underwear model. With that physique, honestly, I didn't expect anything else.
During those weeks when we established a certain acquaintance at the gym, Franco and Benito, Pablo's brother, showed up. Maybe that's why I ended up hooking up with all of them because I was hot for him.
That's until one day we coincided at the exit, although to be sincere I must admit that I was the one who forced the encounter. We said goodbye to the boys from the reception and left the street, walking together until the corner.
Now he's the one who tries to force something.
If you have time I invite you to take something - he proposes it to me.
This is mine, I thought. Between us there was already a certain level of intimacy, so the counter proposal resulted in something very natural and predictable.
-And why don't you invite me to a hotel instead? I say then, without giving it any more thought. The topic of my heat, of course.
-That's what we both want, don't we? - I add, smiling at him in an enticing way.
-From a while back - it has been reassuring me by returning my smile.
We can go to that hotel, it's right around the corner - I suggest referring to a transient hostel that due to its proximity is visited by most of the gym staff.
-I think it's fine- nods, so we're heading to the relevant hotel, which I won't name since mentioning it would reveal what gym I attend.
When we were finally alone, what I had imagined, what I had fantasized, all that I had longed for, ended up being much better when I was between his arms. As if it were something we were predestined for, we kissed for a long time without rushing, enjoying the moment, savoring each other with a suffocating hunger, letting our lips and tongues be the receivers of all that passion neither of us wanted to contain for much longer.
We're both still wearing our light and easy-to-remove gym clothes, so we quickly shed them, rubbing against each other, sharing the warmth that we've been building up since the first time we saw each other. As he would later tell me himself, he had already wanted to have me like this from the moment he laid eyes on me.
Without looking at her yet, I grab her cock and caress it all the way down, feeling it hard and erect, warm and pulsating, flaunting a size that in underwear advertisements must mark a more than attractive bulge.
While he's teasing me, he massages my breasts, tracing the circumference of my areolas with his fingers, slowly squeezing my nipples as if waiting for me to come. I imagine that would make his wife happy, especially since she's recently given birth and might find what she's looking for there. But with me... he has to give me an orgasm.
I get down on my knees on the floor and now she's right in front of me, arrogant and uncontrollable, bursting with vitality, swollen with masculinity, veins well-defined, a plump and rosy head, the original force and energy of the Universe contained in those almost 18 centimeters of flesh.
I give him a good tongue-lashing with eggs, and from there I go up with my tongue, leaving a streak of saliva all along.
I arrive at the tip and suck her head with short but enticing licks, sipping the salty tears that well up from that all-powerful third eye.
My Dothraki mare lets out a battle cry when I put it in my mouth and give it a blowjob worthy of the Targaryen dynasty.
From below I can see how she sketches a thousand and one gestures of pleasure, gasping inaudibly, trying to control herself so as not to finish in my mouth. I don't want it to end that quickly either, I still want to keep enjoying that privileged hardness, so I pull back my lips and stand up.
I kiss him on the mouth and moving my hips sensually I go towards the bed. I get down on my knees and put myself in all fours, completely open and yearning. Juan comes towards me and sucks my pussy with the skill of someone who knows very well what they're doing, applying his tongue to where sensitivity is most intense. My body responds in the only way it knows how, igniting even more.
Then he gets up and what I feel is no longer his tongue, but his cock, already with the condom on, leaning against the entrance and pressing with relatively strong force. Ah, yes, then I'm not sure if it's him who penetrates me or I who absorb and keep him hostage in my interior, although not for long, as he starts moving right away.
She holds me from the waist and fucks me with long and deep thrusts. Eighteen centimeters of Gloria pierce through to the most hidden part of my being. Eighteen, plain to see, although they could be more, but not less.
So I tell him to grab my hair and hold me tighter. He does it, grabs a strand and pulling my head back, emphasizes the intensity of his discharges. I hit myself on the booty and ask him to do the same.
!!! SPLASH-SPLASH-SPLASH-SPLASH...!!!
The slaps that are applied to me, from one side and the other, resonate thunderously above my moans and gasps. Only missing is for him to say 'Moon of my life' and it would be complete.
But the intensity of the fuck is so brutal and eloquent that I immediately feel like the condom's containment is filled to the maximum. Leaving it well inside me, Juan, my silver Khal Drogo, ends as if there were no tomorrow. And I end with him, both of us sinking into an ecstatic and wonderful lethargy.
After the dust we rolled on the bed and stayed lying down on our backs, looking at each other in the ceiling mirror, a satisfied smile illuminating our faces.
Without saying anything to us, we approach each other and start kissing again, intensely, passionately. As I lie there still, feeling the after-shocks of orgasm, Juan grabs his cock, which had decreased in volume after ejaculation, and masturbates, anxious to put it back inside me.
Leave it to me - I say and grabbing her now, I'll suck it until she's in critical condition.
He puts on another layer and settling in above mine, between my legs, he penetrates me again in a way that makes me let out a sense of panting. But he doesn't move, stays there inside, warm and pulsating, eating at my mouth every time I open it to release the tension that's building up in my entrails.
-Take me..., give it to me, take me!- I plead suppliantly, pushing my hips upwards.
Again the thrusts, punches, my belly against his, our sweat mixing, forming a single essence.
When the cock comes out, in one of those many outbursts, I grab it and instead of putting it back in my pussy, I guide it towards my bum. Juan looks at me surprised although knowing to understand my desire.
Ready to please me, he opens up in a delicious way, as if that were his place in the world, pulling out more moans from me when he starts to fuck me with long and deep penetrations, those that seem to reach my soul.
Handling the rhythm and cadence, he makes the ass with an admirable expertise, enlarging it just enough and necessary, like to make room for his 18 centimeters of cock.
It fills me, it overflows my ass, his body on mine, giving and receiving each other, imprinting one on the other, making that moment, simple, casual, the full and absolute consumption of all our longings.
Again the shared dust, mutual explosion, the supreme joy of our senses that envelops and tightens us, turning us into one for that moment, a single ecstasy, a single pleasure.
When he withdraws from my butt and takes off the condom, I give him a last little lick, cleaning up the remaining semen that stains its surface.
-I loved it!- I exclaimed later licking my lips, and I'm not just referring to its cum.
-To me too, since I saw you for the first time at the gym I had a desire to...!-
-What's the matter...? I'll keep going for you.
-From head to toe... complete with a smile that must be one of her best seduction weapons, besides the body, of course.
After the rigorous shower, we got dressed and left the room, this time I'll wash my hair, since after exercising it's not unusual to arrive home with wet hair.
In the lobby we ran into another gym couple, cheaters like us, the martial arts instructor and Fabiola, a dentist and mother of four... how does she do it?
We left the hotel with Juan, walked to the corner and said goodbye until next time, just like Khal Drogo and Daenerys from fiction, ours would also be fleeting. I had already lost interest, and although his romantic performance deserved a note higher than 10, that initial fascination I felt was already starting to dissipate. After all, not only dothrakis live in the Seven Kingdoms.
12 comentários - Khalessi...
"empieza a culearme con penetraciones largas y profundas, de esas que parecen llegarme hasta el alma."[/i]
Que buena manera de retomar los "ejercicios", si ya eres muy hermosa, vas a quedar con un cuerpo más que envidiable...jajaja
Muy buen relato querida...FELICITACIONES!! +10
Besitos hermosa
LEON