I used to have just House. And then House ended. And I had to replace that huge gaping hole in the pit of my soul with many other shows because just one wasn’t enough. So I blame you, Mr. Shore, for me having no life. Thanks a lot.
The woman just likes to give me
grief. Every day I tell her I’m headed to the gym, whether the one on set or
the one near our place, and each time, without fail, she gives me the look. The really,
do you have to look. Which is certainly not as bed as the look I get
when I slink out of our bed in the early hours, hoping to not rouse her, which
I inevitably always do. That one tugs at my heart strings and aches my soul.
And all with a look. She wakes, realizing the heat of my body is not folded to
hers, looks up, sees me, and almost looks like I killed Eddie or something.
I try to explain that not everyone
can consume copious amounts of alcohol and pizza and nachos and still keep a flattering
figure. Some of us have to work at it. And I love it. It’s the gym. I get any
frustrations I may have out of my system, and my body aches from the strain,
but it’s a fantastic ache. It’s an ache that reminds me I’m alive and there’s
blood pumping through my veins. And the thing of it is, I know she loves the
way I look. She’d love me either way, but the way she traces her fingers up the
long vein in my arm then pulls me in to her for an embrace. I do this for her
as much as myself.
I grab my gym bag and give Cait a
glance back as she relaxes on the couch reading something or other. “You know,
you can come with me.”
“I can. But you can also stay here.
With us,” She says, not even looking at me, but stealing a glance at Eddie.
I walk up to the couch, lean over,
and wait for her head to tilt up, which it does, “I love you and I will see you
in a couple of hours.” She smiles sadly, damn those heartstrings, and we kiss
upside down, slow and sultry, but before I can move away to avoid my natural
body reaction to her, she snakes her arms around my head and holds me in place,
softly moaning. I use my hand to gently pull it away from my head as I pull
back for her, but only slightly. “We can finish this later. I need to go.” I
kiss her hand and place it on her chest.
Unfortunately, the last thing I hear
right before the click of the door is Well, I’ll just take care of
myself with the vibrator then.
The door closes and I lean back
against it, trying to steady my thoughts. I will not get hard. I will not get
hard…. I will not…. I am hard. Hmm. I’m hard and in gym shorts.
90 minutes and dozens of burpees,
stretches, weights and rowing later, I decide enough is enough. I pushed it
hard tonight after arriving at the gym still straining my shorts. I
had needed to find another outlet. I’ll be paying for it in the morning though.
It’s nearly 10:30 pm and if I don’t get home soon, the wife is going to
need new batteries and divorce me for not living up to my husband duties.
Just as I grab the towel, I see the
most gorgeous blue-eyed brunette walk through the doors. She’s clad in a white
Nike short T-shirt with grey, barely-there shorts. Her hair is pulled away from
her face in a loose ponytail and after scanning the room, her eyes land on me,
she smiles brightly but then it disappears as she makes a beeline for me.
“Alright, Heughan,” hands on her
hips, “you love it here so much, then teach me the proper way to work out.”
I can feel my eyebrow rise as I see
the last two remaining guys in the gym watching our interaction. I see lust in
their eyes and they notice a threat in mine and turn away. “Ok, BALFE” I
emphasize her former last name that sadly she still has to use
in public. “We’ll do some stretching first.” I bring her over to the matts and
show her a few stretches.
I work her hard and make her sweat. I
supress the urge to lick the sweat from the small of her back. She’s all good
until we get to the torso stretch. She’s sitting on the mat, one leg out, one
leg bent and myself standing behind her. She turns to her right for the stretch
and comes face to face with my crotch where she proceeds to lick up the front
of my shorts. I jump back, my cock springs forward and she gives the most shit
eating grin I have ever seen. I look around and catch the two guys talking as
they exit the change room and head toward to exit. We’re alone except for the
“What? Exercising my tongue.”
I stare down at her, then at my
growing shorts. “Don’t move,” I say in my sternest voice possible. I walk to the front where the last of the
trainers is still working. I speak with
him briefly and he hands me the keys. It’s not the first time I’ve stayed late
behind everyone else. After all, they knew where to find me. I’ve lock up
before, hand the keys over to the security guard on duty and be on my way. But
before Grant, the new guy, left, he did glance over his shoulder at Cait
waiting obediently on the mat where I had left her.
I lowered the lights so that only the
about a third of them were left on. I turned up the music on the stereo and
headed back over to my goddess.
I extend my hand and she takes it,
pulling her up strongly so she falls against my chest. I let her linger there a
moment, thinking something is going to happen, then I bring her to the standing
rower. I tell her to straighten her back and show her how to use it properly. I
push aside the few wisps of hair by her ear resting my large hands on her tiny
waist. I lean in and whisper, “Reach up and grip the handlebars.” She does this
slowly and as she does, my arms slowly travel up her body and to her shoulders
then arms where eventually they meet with her hands on the bars. “Now, you pull
like this,” I help her pull the bar down to her breasts, “hold it there a
moment and don’t forget to breath. Are you breathing?”
She sighs out a yessss
I smile and allow her to bring the
bar back to it’s resting place. I make her do this five times, each time having
her hold it just a little longer while I whisper in her ear, “Are you feeling
“Oh I’m feeling it,” and pushes back
I close my eyes and smell the
fragrance of her shampoo in her hair. “God, you are so beautiful,” I let my
hands fall to her waist again and slide my right hand around and inside her
shorts. She rolls her head back against my chest. I slide a finger through her
slippery folds “You’re so wet.” Her arms weave between mine and she joins my
hand, above the fabric, on giving her some attention.
“Sam,” she exhales my name in a
I pull my hand out of her pants and
bring her to the wall of mirrors. I lean her against it facing me and drop to
my knees. She watches me and I, her. I pull her shorts to the side, still
maintaining eye contact and lick in between her lips. I’ve lost her then and I
devote my attention to the quivering flesh in front of me. I lick and stroke her to the edge, then pull
her back again, lightly biting the inside of her thighs.
“Let me cum,” she says.
“No.” I pull her shorts down and she
steps out of them. “Turn around, I want you to watch me take you. I want to
watch me slide inside you.”
She turs and leans back, exposing her
ass to me and I pull my cock through the opening of my shorts. I push it between her thighs so that we can
see the glistening head come toward the mirror.
I watch her in the mirror, lick her
hand, getting it sufficiently wet with her saliva then lower it to my cock.
Both of us stare as with each push between her thighs she allows my cock to
enter her fisted, wet hand, pushing the skin back further.
She grips me harder and I hear, “I
want to see you cum.”
“You will. But not yet.” I lean over
her and spread her legs wide to accommodate my girth and push inside her then.
She’s tight and we both stand, unmoving, for a moment to grow accustom to the
overwhelming feeling of heat and lust rising in us and scorching through our
veins. Finally, I pull her taught against me and lean us tight against the
mirrored walls so that her breath fogs over our reflections. I bend my knees
and then push up inside her, pressing her breasts tightly against herself. I do
this slowly, torturing both of us, for a good few minutes before she reaches
back to take hold of my hair that has pulled free of the tie I had put it in
She moans my name and begs me to
finish her off. I’m in no position to refuse as I’ve been close for a while
now. I pull her slightly back from the wall and lift up her right leg and
cradle it over my bent arm opening her up to me. We can see me inside her,
throbbing within her. My left hand reaches around and I can watch my fingers
play with her clit and as the music track changes over the speakers to Wicked
Games by The Weeknd, I barely make out in a steady breath “Open your eyes,”
before she does and we both watch her cum all over my cock.
She rides her climax and me as hard
as she can before I hear her strangled, “I want to watch you cum,” again and I
pull out just in time, sliding between her thighs again for us to see my seed
spill over myself, her inner thighs and drip down her legs to the floor.
I lean my head against the crook of
her neck and steady my breathing. I push her pony tail aside and place a single
kiss behind her ear before looking at her through the mirror.
“So,” I laugh a little, “are you
going to get a membership?”
“Ha!” she laughs and turns in for a
kiss. “This seems pretty similar to the workouts we get at home.”
“Except at home – no mirror wall.”
“True,” she agrees, “But we do have
I kiss the back of her neck again, “Vixen,”
and then look at her legs with my seed drying on them, “shower?”
She thinks a moment, “Nah. You can
just lick it off.”
I raise one eyebrow and all I can
think is, this woman is going to kill me. But Goddamn, I will die a happy man.
Authors Note: I literally just got a personal trainer at the gym. I’d be lying if I didn’t imagine a little of this piece for myself ;)
My soul aches at this accusation I guess I shall defend the end century savior!
1. Overpowered Marty Stu who never loses First and foremost basically every practitioner of martial arts in the HnK is overpowered especially if they use Hokuto no ken or ANY of the Nanto styles as for the whole never loses bit. Episode 1 Shinn defeats him and takes Yuria this is the defining battle for the begining of the series, His first match with Raoh was more or less a draw but in a way his inability to beat Raoh was a defeat as it meant Raoh was still free to impose his will on the wastes, He fought against Shu and in their first fight lost, as much as pop culture and most of the manga paint Ken as invincible he really isnt its just in a fight to the death like most battles are its up to your power and skill and Ken has both in spades even then it partially comes to luck.
2.smug and has holier than thou attitude Ken is soft spoken and confident in his abilities after all Hokuto no ken is lauded by nearly all who know of it to be the ultimate killing martial art Ken isn’t usually smug as much as he knows how its going to end against random thugs I mean look at his clash with Rei or Shu not a single line implying he feels he is better simply confidence that his skill will see him through. His “holier thatn thou” antics are usually directed at madmen and tyrannical despots who abuse the lack of law and social order to indulge in mans worst pleasures in other words he has a sense of justice and decency and unlike many has the power to enforce it in a land where might makes right.
3.gets away with his vigilante activities because of the post-apocalyptic setting Yeah I mean of course thats the deal the end of the world happened and now he is helping the weak and dispensing justice if society hadn’t crumbled allowing dickbags to do as they pleased he wouldn’t be fighting he would likely be living a normal life with Yuria happily married doing something else, and really in a land where law is just an old concept can it really be called vigilantism is he not following the one “law” that seems to be accepted as universal that might makes right.
4.Bruce Lee clone How is this one bad? I mean yes he is inspired heavily by Bruce Lee tons of characters are Ken isn’t just a giant Bruce Lee with the serial numbers filed off he has his own character philosophy and way of living he manages to be himself and not just one giant homage and seeing as he is also a bit of a Jesus Christ expy in some ways I would say that ken manages to be a respectful tribute while still being his own guy
In conclusion Kenshiro is a kind and strong man who simply wants to help the innocent and fins his peace in the world why hate a person who simply wants to help? Especially when at times its the helping hand that just might save a life.
Haley was crying on the floor. You never liked to see people cry, obviously, but seeing your girlfriend cry was a whole other level of awful. “What’s wrong lovely?” You questioned softly, walking towards her carefully. She looked up at you, mascara streaking down her face. “All I have are my looks. I’ve never been the talented one, the smart one, the funny one. I’ve been the pretty one, my entire life. You-” she pointed at you, and your face drooped in concern, “you are all of those things. In twenty, hell, ten years, if I’m not pretty anymore, you can leave me for anybody else.” You sank down next to her, wrapping your arms around her. “I would never leave you. I didn’t fall in love with you for your looks, I feel in love with you for your heart, for your soul. I’ll never leave you.” She sniffed, and you pressed a kiss against her cheek. “I’ll always love you.”