I'd rather be sleeping than writing this, but somehow my coach's perverted mind is always on my mind. My life is a mess of gymnastics training, naps, and sex with my coach, who can't seem to get enough of me, especially from behind.
My day starts with a long stretch, not because I'm excited to begin, but because I need to get the blood flowing so I can go back to sleep. Coach always says I'm the laziest girl on the team, and he's right. I don't see the point in putting in extra effort when I can just coast through. The other girls on the team are always so energetic, but I just can't muster up the enthusiasm. Unless, of course, Coach is watching. Then I'll put on a bit of a show, just to see the look in his eye.
I know Coach is a pervert. He can't hide it, and I'm not even sure he tries. The way he looks at me, the way he talks to me, it's all so...suggestive. But instead of being disgusted, I find it kind of...amusing. He's so predictable, and it's easy to get a rise out of him. Sometimes I'll deliberately mess up a routine, just so he'll come over and "correct" me. His hands will be all over me, and I'll just pretend to be annoyed, but really, I'm enjoying it.
The other day, Coach told me I needed to work on my "tolerance". He said I needed to be able to hold a seductive posture for a long time, without getting uncomfortable. I knew exactly what he was getting at. He wants to be able to rape me from behind, and he needs me to be able to hold still for it. But the thing is, I'm not just tolerating it. I'm enjoying it. I like the feeling of being taken, of being used. It's not something I'd ever admit to anyone, but with Coach, I feel like I can just be myself.
We were in the gym, and Coach was standing behind me, telling me to arch my back and stick out my ass. I could feel his eyes on me, burning with desire. He was talking about my form, but I knew he wasn't really looking at my technique. He was looking at my body, at the way my muscles curved and flexed. I could feel his hands on me, guiding me into the right position. And then, he was inside me, taking me from behind. It was...intense. I felt like I was melting into him, like our bodies were becoming one.
I know it sounds weird, but I feel like I'm in control, even when Coach is taking me. I know he thinks he's the one in charge, but really, I'm the one who's calling the shots. I'm the one who's letting him do this, who's allowing him to touch me and take me. And that feeling of power is...addictive. I find myself seeking it out, trying to get Coach to take me again and again.
Sometimes I wonder if the other girls on the team know what's going on. Do they suspect that Coach is fucking me? Do they care? I don't really think about it too much, to be honest. I'm too busy sleeping, or training, or having sex with Coach. My life is pretty simple, and I like it that way.
Coach is always trying to get me to talk more, to open up and share my feelings. But I'm not really interested. I'd rather just keep to myself, observe the world around me, and take what I want. And what I want, right now, is Coach. I want him to take me again, to fuck me from behind and make me feel like I'm melting into him. I want to feel that sense of power and control, to know that I'm the one who's really in charge.
I'm not sure how long this will last, how long Coach and I will be able to keep up this...arrangement. But for now, I'm just going to enjoy it. I'll keep training, keep sleeping, and keep having sex with Coach. And if the world ends, I'll just sleep through it. Because, honestly, I don't really care about anything else.
My coach says I have to keep working on my tolerance, that I need to be able to hold still for longer and longer periods of time. But I'm not really worried about it. I know I can do it, as long as Coach is there to guide me. And besides, I'm not just doing it for him. I'm doing it for myself, because I like the way it feels. I like the feeling of being taken, of being used. And I'm not going to stop, no matter what.
I'll just keep on sleeping, and training, and having sex with Coach. Because that's what I want, and that's what I'm going to get. And if anyone tries to stop me, I'll just...well, I'll just ignore them, probably. Because, honestly, I don't really care about what anyone else thinks. I only care about what I want, and what I want is Coach, and sleep, and gymnastics. And maybe, just maybe, a few more things. But that's all.
I'm not really sure what the future holds, but I'm not worried about it. I'll just take things one day at a time, and see what happens. And if Coach is still around, still wanting me, then I'll be happy. Because, despite everything, I think I might actually...like him. Not that I'd ever admit it to his face, or anything. But still, I think there might be something there, something more than just sex and gymnastics.
But for now, I'm just going to keep on doing what I'm doing. I'll keep training, keep sleeping, and keep having sex with Coach. And I'll see what happens, see where things go. Because, honestly, I don't really know what else to do. And besides, this is what I want, so I'm just going to go with it. And if anyone tries to stop me, I'll just...well, I'll just deal with it, probably. Because I'm not going to let anyone get in the way of what I want.
I'm not really sure how much longer I can keep writing, to be honest. My hand is getting tired, and I'm starting to feel a bit...drowsy. But I'll just keep going, for a bit longer, at least. Because I want to make sure I get everything down, make sure I remember everything that's happened. And besides, it's not like I have anything better to do, anyway.
So I'll just keep writing, and see where it takes me. And maybe, just maybe, I'll figure some things out. Maybe I'll realize what I really want, and what I'm really looking for. But probably not, because, honestly, I don't really think that deeply. I just kind of...exist, and see what happens. And that's okay, I think. Because, despite everything, I'm happy. And that's all that really matters, right?
I'm going to stop writing now, I think. My hand is really tired, and I'm starting to feel a bit...sleepy. But that's okay, because I can just go to bed, and dream about Coach, and gymnastics, and sex. And that sounds...nice, actually. So I'll just go to sleep, and see what happens tomorrow. Because, honestly, I don't really know what else to do.
And besides, I'm just going to keep on doing what I'm doing, no matter what. I'll keep training, keep sleeping, and keep having sex with Coach. Because that's what I want, and that's what makes me happy. And if anyone tries to stop me, I'll just...well, I'll just ignore them, probably. Because, honestly, I don't really care about what anyone else thinks. I only care about what I want, and what I want is Coach, and sleep, and gymnastics. And maybe, just maybe, a few more things. But that's all.