Confessions of a horny gym goer. 

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“What turns you on?” I wanna ask him as he points to the machine to ask if it’s on. I’ve been watching his ass since yesterday, when he came in the gym with that little ass tank top. I don’t know what they call it for men but he had in a tank top. Muscles just looking all types of right. Skin the color of midnight. Do you remember Midnight from The Coldest Winter Ever? I was totally Winter Santiago. Midnight was smooth. Character well developed and that accent. That accent would make any woman weak. Good writing does that. Creates a whole new world for you with these real to life characters. His fine ass reminded me of Midnight and also you. Young lover, names are never that important, it’s the sensation that’s still associated with the memories that’s eminent. Tracing circles around your sex with the warm touch of flesh. Words still floating in the air as if our rendezvous was just recent. The pain of pleasure expanding to shaky thighs and an arched back. God, you were delicious. Watching this slightly older version of you walk by, chills forming all along arms, just reminiscing. To have and to hold another night with a lover who has strands of onyx silk reaching down to his shoulders. I wonder how that beard feels against bare thighs at 3am. What’s always been a weakness? Even toned colored skin has always been enticing. There’s a layer of velvetiness to the skin that makes it incredibly hard to resist. Appearing as a cup of Cuban espresso, so strong and all the ways it makes the body alert. There’s difficulties in holding back the urge to wanna moisten lips at thoughts of flavor against the tongue. There’s drops of temptation sliding in between crevices and there’s a desire for you to catch them. I guess for a softer conversational approach I should ask … How long have you been working here because before today I’ve never noticed you until you wore that tank top. But we’re adults, right? And, If you can keep a secret I’m willing to do a scene from Sex&The City. 
You’ll get the reference later, lover.

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