Les day
Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm still reeling from today's leg day - it was like my own personal wet dream. I mean, I know I'm a fitness freak, but this was on a whole other level. Sweat was dripping down my face, my leggings were grinding against my pussy like they had a mind of their own, and I was soaked through before I even hit the first set of squats. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and even I was taken aback - freckles popping out on my tits like they were trying to escape, hair a sweaty mess, and my glasses steamed up like I'd just been fucked senseless.
Teasing Jake, my trainer, was the highlight of my day, of course. I love pushing his buttons, seeing how far I can go before he loses his cool. Today, I told him his dick's probably too puny to satisfy me, just to see the look on his face. He laughed it off, but I saw him shift his shorts, the coward. I know he's got a thing for me, but he's too scared to do anything about it. I love keeping him on his toes, making him wonder what I'll do next.
After the gym, I treated myself to a little online shopping spree. I ordered a black lace thong with a slit - perfect for flashing some poor bastard tomorrow. I can already imagine the look on his face when he catches a glimpse of my goodies. I'll wear it under my shorts, just to drive him wild. I might even "accidentally" bend over a few times, just to give him a show.
I swear, sometimes I think I'm more turned on by the thrill of the chase than the actual act itself. There's something about knowing I've got the power to make someone squirm, to make them want me so badly they can't think straight. It's intoxicating, and I'm addicted.
Speaking of which, I've been thinking about my record - 10.3 inches, in case you're wondering. It's been a while since I've found someone who can even come close to that. I'm starting to get a little antsy, a little restless. I need someone who can keep up with me, who can handle my size queen demands.
I've got a few prospects in mind, but I'm not sure if any of them are up for the challenge. There's Ryan, the new guy at the gym - he's got the looks, but I'm not sure if he's got the goods to back it up. Then there's Alex, my neighbor - he's got a certain something about him, but I'm not sure if he's willing to put in the work.
I'll have to see how things play out, I suppose. In the meantime, I'll just keep doing what I do best: teasing, flirting, and pushing buttons. It's what I'm good at, after all.
As I'm writing this, I'm getting a little turned on just thinking about it. I might have to take care of things myself tonight - a girl's gotta keep her skills sharp, after all. Maybe I'll try out that new vibrator I got last week, or maybe I'll just use my fingers. Either way, it's going to be a long night.
I love being me.