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[indianyogaexpert123]

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[eatmangoesnekkid]

I shared with this lady today that my fitness is non-negotiable and is a reflection of the strength of my spirit. I’m not on and off with working out nor do I work out to get ready for bikini season. I have worked out pretty much consistently for the last 20 years. That's because exercising my body is akin to breathing. It is one way I clear out the gunk from my mind and emotions which is liberation for my mental, emotional and spiritual health. It doesn't matter what happened the day before, I know that exercise, whether gym time, HIIT classes, pole dance, belly dance, aerial dance, pilates, running up hills, long walks in the city, climbing stadium stairs, or hot yoga fuels the life force pulsing and protruding through my body that makes me feel delicious in the best ways possible no matter what challenges I'm facing. Working out for me is not-optional. My ancestral mothers know that I am not meant to walk this earth disconnected from my body and feeling sluggish and incapable. Sculpting a strong back, a strong ass, strong legs, strong arms, strong feet, etc. are some of the most important parts of my spiritual practice. Said differently: Your body is truly the altar. Bless it with some offerings of fitness if movement is accessible for you. Allow these words to be your reminder to get up and get out. -India Ame'ye, Author

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ big gym energy (is this my fantasy?) | fushiguro toji

wc: 2.0k

summary: who would have thought the rippest DILF in all of Japan would get you to go to the gym everyday?

contains: gn!reader, non-curse au, college au, appearance of itafushikugi (mostly nobara), reader has a huge and lowkey delusional crush on toji, age gap

a/n: the gym toji fic! tone in this is a bit different from what i write, and it's lowkey a crack fic but i hope it's still enjoyable! listened to: big energy - latto & area codes - kaliii

part of the in's and out's new year/birthday event | request prompt: going to the gym for yourself (and totally not for that cute guy who sometimes says hi)

“You’re going to the gym?” Nobara halts smack in the middle of the busy hallway. Groans huff behind her, the rest of your class filing out of the lecture hall. You bow your head apologetically as you pull her to the side. 

“Yes.” 

She squints, skeptical, “You.” 

You nod.

“The gym.” she says it slower this time, tilting her head down. 

You nod again. 

Nobara blinks, shifting her weight as she reaches one hand inside the pocket of her overalls. There’s a long pause, rushed footsteps amplifying the suspense, then—

“Okay, what’s the bet? How much did Maki put out? I want in.” 

You roll your eyes, shaking your head as you loop your arm around hers and continue walking. 

There’s good reason for her to doubt you; she knows you best after all. In your little quad, you are the least likely to be found doing any physical activity or sport whatsoever—and that’s saying a lot, considering the other fourth of your group is Megumi. But at least he walks his dogs regularly. 

“Rude,” you scoff jokingly, “there’s no bet, just testing it out because they have a free trial promo.”

It shouldn’t hurt to check it out, you think. One of your resolutions this year is to finally get started on your fitness journey, whatever form it may be. 

“You should come.” 

Nobara snorts, “Wrong person,” you both turn at a corner, “ask Itadori.”

The gym is just a few blocks away from your campus, a good 18-minute walk if you’re counting—which is also part of what makes it so appealing. The ad you’d seen for the free trial is an early bird promo to attract new customers for the gym’s new branch launch. 

And it does make the most sense to ask him; he is the sports science major after all—

“No way,” you step out on the sidewalk, “telling him is practically committing to a membership.” 

—but Yuuji is a bit too eager when it comes to things like this. No doubt he’ll be at your heel, wagging his figurative golden retriever tail at the prospect of being your certified gym buddy. It’s endearing and you know he means well, but that’s way too much pressure for someone who’s just starting out. 

She laughs, readjusting her bag, “He’d know how to use the machines though.” 

“I watched some videos…” you mumble, because Nobara has a point, but if you’re being honest, you feel just a teensy bit embarrassed at the idea of anyone else knowing about your attempts at fitness this early on, lest it fail in the end. “I can probably ask someone there…” 

“Try the most jacked up person in the gym.” 

You shove her jokingly, her laughter echoing down the road. 

. 

The first person you meet at the gym is the lady at the front desk. Her ponytail sways as she greets you, a chirpy smile welcoming you in as she holds an iPad to her chest while touring you around—at the center, the main floor plan is decked out with machines; towards the back sit the squat racks, and to your sides are the private cycling rooms and multifunctional spaces. According to her, they also offer yoga classes every 6:00 p.m. on Wednesdays. 

You’d expected a lot more people to be in here at 7:00 p.m., but you suppose it makes sense others would prefer to spend their Friday nights elsewhere. 

Looking around, you spot a middle-aged lady you swear is Megumi’s English professor; on the treadmills, a couple your age share a laugh as they try to match pace. There are some machines you’ve never even seen in your life, Youtube videos included.

You take a deep breath. You can ask for help. 

After all, the crowd feels friendly enough, not too intimidating—

—until your eyes land on him, on the benches; an absolute tank of a man doing chest presses with what you think are probably the heaviest dumbbells on the rack. 

You try not to stare, catching only a glimpse of the way his biceps flex against the tight sleeves of his black compression shirt. 

Don’t be a creep, you tell yourself, walking towards the leg press machine. You may be new here, but you’ve learned that gym etiquette isn’t so far off from acting like a civilized human being. 

Thank god you never take Nobara seriously, because you can’t even imagine the stuttering mess you’d be if you had to ask him how to work any of these god forsaken machines. 

.

It’s a good thing, then, that help comes to you without you having to say a word. 

This is number four out of five sessions in your free trial promo, and you have no idea how to get the goddamn plates out of the barbell. You pull some out from the other side and the whole barbell comes along with it. When you attempt the other side, it does the same. Then when you finally do manage to get off the plates on one side, the whole barbell drops, clanging loudly against the metal foot of the squat rack set-up. 

(Now that you think about it, maybe it isn’t such a good thing that you’ve been offered help instead of you asking. There must be a reason someone thinks you could need it.)

Someone, who is also the last person you could ever possibly want to embarrass yourself in front of.

Someone, who just so happens to be the jacked up tank of a man you’ve admittedly glanced at a few times in your past few visits here. 

“To make it easier,” he crouches beside you, laying down a smaller plate and rolling the larger ones on the barbell over it. 

He unloads them like they weigh nothing—and with his physique, it isn’t hard to believe that they probably do. His biceps look to be the size of your head, chest popping out in ways you’ve only seen on those Tiktok thirst edits; his one hand is larger than a 2.5 kilogram plate, and his forearms look like they could ch—

Mind out of the gutter, you blink away, focusing instead on the metal bar in front of you. 

God, you don’t even know this man’s name. 

“T-thanks.” you stutter, embarrassed. 

He gives you a half-smile, lips turned on one side, “Sure.” then he walks away, the tightness of his black compression shirt hugging the ridges of his back muscles. 

You gulp. 

So begins your year-long gym membership.

(And maybe, just maybe, the kind-of-meet-cute of a lifetime. Who knows, really?) 

.

“Who would have thought the rippest DILF in all of Japan would get you to go to the gym everyday,” she snorts, fingers grazing over the curved edges of the heart-shaped watermelons in the fruit aisle.

You hush her, scanning the area around you for anyone who might have overhead. 

It’s 11:00 p.m. on a Thursday, so you doubt it, but you can never be too sure.

“He’s nice, you know.” you pout. 

“Yeah, what’s his name?” Nobara gives you a look. 

You glare, touché. 

Maybe you don’t know his name. Yet. 

But he’s always offered to stack on the heavy plates for you, and will oftentimes help in unloading them too. There are times when you aren’t quite sure how to work the machines and he swoops in like the gym buff version of prince charming, teaching you proper form just so you don’t get injured. He’ll wipe down a mat for you to use some days, because—

“Stretching is important,” he never fails to mention.

He’s nice. 

And you have an insanely delusional crush on him, but you don’t care, because why else would he be giving you this much attention if he wasn’t interested in you too? 

.

You find out many things about your gym crush, most of them completely unexpected. 

One: his hair is unusually soft for someone who looks so rough. Or, well, you think it looks soft, you can’t tell for sure; you haven’t actually touched it to be able to tell. The black mop on his head falls flat over his eyes on the few days you assume are right before his next scheduled haircut. It surprises you even more when he walks in the gym with a small hair tie holding his bangs up. 

Two: he does a considerable amount of bodyweight exercises for someone his size—Calisthenics, specifically. 

You watch him pull himself up the bar, biceps and back straining against the movement. The muscles ripple across the fabric of his tee, and it’s impressive how smoothly he’s able to go up and down; as if he isn’t exerting any effort at all. Then, the push-ups and dips. He can do them all, in every variation you never even thought existed, and it’s always done with so much ease. 

It gives you reason to believe that he could be gentle, controlled. In what? Well. You know. 

Three: he likes fruity things. You expected his go-to to be straight black, maybe a chocolate protein shake on other days too. But he shows up one day with a smoothie in the shade of vibrant magenta. Dragonfruit, you assume, from all the black specks floating in it. 

This also happens to be the first time you initiate the conversation with him.  

“Your smoothie looks good,” you mumble, a little hesitant. 

God, so awkward. 

He looks up from adjusting the plate stoppers on your bar. 

A hum rumbles from his throat before he flashes you the same half-smile he always does, “Strawberry, banana, and dragonfruit.” 

You don’t really know what to say after that other than, “Cool.” 

And you mentally facepalm yourself. 

. 

In your fourth month at the gym, you learn a few more unexpected things that change everything. 

You’ve just finished freshening up and you’re on the way out when you bump into— 

“Megumi?” 

He looks up from his phone, dark strands hitting the tips of his eyelashes as he pushes back one side of his headphones. He raises an eyebrow, confused and surprised.  

“You gym?” 

“What’re you doing here?” 

Pink dusts his cheeks as he ducks his head, motioning for you to go first. 

“Sorry,” you chuckle, adjusting the strap of your duffel bag, “I started going here a few months ago. You?” 

He looks a little surprised by it, probably more so at the fact that you’ve kept it a secret from him for so long, but he nods, “That’s good. You did mention wanting to work on your fitness more this year.” then, he shifts, adjusting his weight before hanging his headphones by his neck. 

“I’m waiting for my dad.” 

In the past few years you’ve known Megumi, he’s never mentioned his dad. You never bothered to ask because you suspected there was a good reason he never talked about him in the first place. 

And so comes number four, and maybe the last unexpected thing you find out about your gym crush— 

“Megumi!” 

You both turn around to the voice of none other than Nobara’s proclaimed rippest DILF in Japan; the most jacked up tank of a man who also happens to be the man you’ve crushed hard on for the past four months.  

Everything is snapping into place, information forming bridges you would rather not cross right now. 

He walks up to Megumi, duffel bag slung across his chest as he reaches for your friend.

Megumi looks like he wants to wither away, embarrassed at you seeing him tucked under his dad’s arm. But all your brain can really comprehend is that Megumi, your good friend, is currently squished between the bicep and chest you’ve been staring at since your first day at the gym.

You hold your breath, the realization creeping to the forefront of your mind. There had been signs that your gym crush was a dad; apart from being built like one, he’d offhandedly mention ‘son’ a few times. You didn’t think it would be—

“Oh, you two know each other?” your gym crush tilts his head, turning to you, “you didn’t tell me your friend signed up for this gym, Megumi.” 

“I didn’t know,” Megumi grumbles, and the look on his face can rival yours, for sure. Tough competition on ‘who looks like they want to die the most right now?’. 

But he can’t win. 

Because when Megumi begrudgingly introduces your gym crush to you as his dad, you’re pretty sure you’ve buried yourself twelve feet underground. 

(It doesn’t ease the embarrassment when you learn unexpected thing number five: he’s been a trainer at the gym this entire time.)

thank you notes: to @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat for encouraging me all the way!! ily ari

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

[theblackfemininesociety]

Feminine Tip #003: Invest In Your Fitness Journey Sis 🔑

Ladies, Fitness takes your look to the next level.

Let’s have a little heart-to-heart about something super important. We all know that confidence and self-love are at the core of our power, but what if I told you that fitness could be your secret weapon to your leveling up journey ?

Feminine women set a higher bar for themselves.

Why Fitness?

1. Glow from Within: When you work out, you’re not just toning your body; you’re also boosting your mood, energy, and overall well-being. ✨

2. Confidence Booster: There’s something incredibly powerful about challenging your physical limits and coming out on top. Whether it’s lifting heavier weights, running that extra mile, or mastering a new yoga pose, every victory makes you feel like the queen you are. 👑

3. Fashion Flex: Let’s be real, clothes fit differently when you’re toned and strong. That favorite dress or those killer jeans? They look even better when you’ve got that fitness edge. Plus, the confidence you radiate makes any outfit look like a million bucks. 💃🏾

4. Mental Clarity: Fitness isn’t just about the body; it’s also about the mind. Regular exercise helps reduce stress, anxiety, and even depression. A clear mind means you can conquer anything, from boardroom meetings to brunch plans. 🧘🏿‍♀️

📌 How To Get Started

1. Find Your Jam: Not everyone loves the gym, and that’s okay! Explore different types of workouts until you find something you love. Dance classes, hiking, swimming, Pilates, or even a fun Zumba session—there’s something out there for everyone.

2. Set Realistic Goals: Rome wasn’t built in a day, and your fitness journey won’t be either. Start with small, achievable goals and celebrate every milestone. Progress, no matter how small, is still progress. 🏅

3. Squad Goals: Everything’s better with friends. Find a workout buddy or join a fitness group. Having a support system can keep you motivated and make the whole experience a lot more fun. 👯‍♀️

4. Self-Care is Key: Remember, fitness is a form of self-love. Listen to your body, rest when you need to, and don’t be too hard on yourself. Your journey is unique, and every step forward is a step towards a better you. 🛁💕

😼 Let’s Do This!

Ladies, it’s time to reclaim our power and elevate our lives through fitness. Let’s embrace the strength, beauty, and confidence that come from taking care of our bodies. Whether you’re a fitness newbie or a seasoned pro, there’s always room to grow and glow.

So, lace up those comfy sneakers, put on your favorite workout gear, and let’s stand on FITNESS the same we stand on business. The next level is waiting for you, and it’s going to be game changing 💋

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[that-one-girls-blog-posts]

you're confused about your emotions ? me too babe, here's a quick reading

I chose random images from my pinterest to read into your energy so you can choose randomly aswell, whatever speaks to you♡ also Idk what's with the 2016 songs today but I kept hearing random ones throughout this reading maybe there's some resonance for you

Pile 1

The Moon🌜

first off I'm hearing that song "we don't talk anymore" by Charlie Puth. So maybe you're dealing with some kind of loss right now, maybe a breakup, a fight with a loved one, a new chapter meaning you have to leave someone behind a little... if this is the case, or similar, allow yourself to be "thrown off" a little, those kinds of situations take adjusting and remember that nothing has to be forever. where I come frome we say : "thunderstorms clear the air" meaning that after a fight there's great potential for healthy communications and solving problems once and for all, for a peaceful and harmonic environment♡ A reading about your emotional state and I pull the moon, how well fitting. The answer truly lays on the inside with this one. no one can tell you how you truly feel exept for yourself! (and maybe your therapist) I think for most of you there's a new season starting and you're realising that it can't be all returning characters. Take some time to heal your relationship with relationships and analyze what and who is truly of good value to your life. you got this!

Pile 2

four of swords🗡 and page of pentacles🪙

for you I'm hearing that song "cold water" with Justin Bieber. And you actually need to take a jump into cold water. There's something you've been manifesting and now that it's slowly getting closer you're resisting the change. Maybe by refusing to let go ? It's like little kids now around Christmas, you can actually watch this happen with slight alterations, all the time. Their parents take them to the toystore so they can see what they like, and they child ofcourse find something but their parents tell them okay now time to go home and wait and see if Santa will bring it. But the kid clings to the shelves and doesn't wanna leave behind the thing they so desperately wanted. Little does it now that their parents just need to get them out of sight so "Santa" can buy the gift and deliver it WHEN IT IS TIME. let go of obsessing, overthinking and trying to "go the right path" and just let the story unfold, take it step by step even if its a little scary and you'll find yourself where you're supposed to be, you're so close already♡

Pile 3

seven of swords🗡

It's too heavy darling you can't carry all of that. You might think you do and you think you're so strong and abundant and successful for "having" all of that but then you wouldn't be feeling like this, would you? A burden, too much responsibility, too many goals or to do's for a person who only has 24hours in a day. I know the card typically speaks about actual betrayal but in this case it feels a little paranoid, like you're desperately trying to do it all on your own because your scared of beeing betrayed or someone messing with your vision or even catching evil eye. For you I'm hearing "Lady Marmalade" yk from Moulin Rounge !? I'm not sure how that fits in here and I never watched the movie but oh well, maybe you know what to do with this information. There could be something about sisterhood and sharing a problem (could be workload or talking about problems...). You might have that lonely wolf mindset, but no matter how strong you are, out there, beeing alone can get you killed. I keep seeing pictures of spiritual communities and churches, you might wanna be looking for something like a mediation or yoga class, bible study group, a coven.... depending on your beliefsystem! you're right not everyone is your friend but also not everyone is your enemy!

ps. reading back this comes off a little weird and I feel like I need to say this. please don't join a cult lol. If you are in some kind of group and things feel off, please take care of yourself♡

hope that helped <3

[animezinglife]

ACOTAR Headcanons - Gym AU Edition

Some just-for-fun and weirdly specific headcanons based on my own very regular observations.

Feyre: Feyre is actually pretty typical in terms of gymgoing, who tends to fall into her own zone once she has her playlist up and running. She usually starts on the treadmill and people watches before fully getting into her own zone and opting for intuitive workouts that feel right for her at the time rather than going for strict programs or plans. She doesn't sweat. She glistens. She keeps her attire pretty practical with classic, neutral leggings and a tank top. Often shows up with Rhys even though they separate to do their own thing. Honestly, everyone kind of just likes Feyre even if they don't really know her.

Elain: The Soft Gym Girl™ aesthetic incarnate and the social butterfly who makes friends with everyone in her group fitness classes. Is adored by all the older ladies who work out there and knows them all on a first-name basis, and they bond over gardening. Always has her yoga mat and shows up in paler colors and can fearlessly rock a white 'fit, often with a light wrap sweater or cardigan over her workout clothes. She somehow still always looks put-together and perfect after a workout, a low ponytail with curls/waves still intact and hint of color on her cheeks that makes it look more like she's blushing and less like she's just worked out for an hour. Don't underestimate her, though: she can hold her own in any group fitness class and loves the way they leave her feeling.

Nesta: Don't Talk to Me™. Grandmaster of the RBF, who pulls her hair back tightly in a neat, low bun or severe braid so that no strands stray from their place. She will glare at anyone who tries to speak to her/distract her and will usually completely ignore anyone who makes that attempt without even taking off her headphones. Also looks crazy hot despite it all and opts for sleek, plainer, dark outfits (usually matching sets) in cuts that show off her lean, strong form. Only shows up when she feels like it but somehow doesn't lose strength or stamina.

Amren: The Small But Mighty™, who like Nesta falls a little more into the RBF category but also gains a lot of attention by the absolutely stupid amount of weight she moves for her small stature. She's also the one you never quite know what you'll see doing: she might be deadlifting the weight of two Cassians, or she might be pulling some calisthenics in the corner. Nobody knows much about her. Nobody asks. Has been witnessed talking to Nesta; so far the only time the regulars have seen the former smile.

Mor: Bold Gear Girl. She has no fear when it comes to her wardrobe and will wear anything from unforgiving red leggings, to a bodysuit, to a one-strap sports bra. She knows she looks good and isn't afraid to flaunt what she's got, but she also gets in her zone and can keep up with the best of them in just about any type of exercise. She likes taking classes with others and absolutely kills it in Zumba, but she'll just as easily kill it in kickboxing. Also much stronger than her feminine, curvy frame gives away. When that belt goes on (and it's definitely pink), it's game time.

Rhys: Despite being called "out of shape" by Cassian and Azriel, Rhys is anything but. Like Feyre, he tends to not stand out too much aside from his looks and presence, but definitely still gets noticed for his beauty and sensuality by all the women (and a few men). Definitely dressed head-to-toe in name brand gear that fits his body beautifully to the point of being sinful. The Pretty One™ that's caused at least one gym girlie to walk into a wall or trip over something while trying to watch him. Often shows up with Feyre even though they separate to do their own thing. Has big Married Man and Loyal energy. Wears his wedding ring through every single workout. Silently judges really bad gym 'fits with Feyre. The old ladies who work out there are convinced he's the guy from their sexy billionaire romance novels and they absolutely talk fantasies about him over lunch afterwards.

Cassian: The Fit Pro™. The Trainer, unofficial or otherwise who has the training and education to know exactly how to train his body and others' to maximize both efficiency and benefits. This man is Strong™. He's also built a social media following and has accidentally become something like an influencer because of his funny, easygoing personality and wicked smile. May or may not be hypped up on pre-workout. He will program the perfect workout to meet his friends' goals but is also excellent at improvising. Always willing to train his friends. Unironically and completely intentionally wearing The Sweatpants™. The only man brave enough to ask Nesta how many reps she has left or crazy enough to do so while grinning. Will not do yoga or Zumba. Is convinced both would cause him irreparable injury. Surprisingly agile and quick with rock climbing despite his size. Cannot be left unsupervised for too long. Is universally loved by all of the old ladies and hugs them. The old men really like him too and like to share "back in my day" stories when they used to lift a lot more weight, too. Got kicked out of Planet Fitness.

Azriel: The Strong and Silent Walking Sin™, who always has his headphones on, is always wearing all black, and considers muscle-up ring dips a normal part of his warm-up. This man shows up in layers of black gym gear and is peak V-shape aesthetic, with the kind of shoulder-waist ratio that makes other guys simultaneously jealous and question their sexuality. Nobody knows much of anything about him, but he never misses a workout and he's too many people's gym crush. When that hoodie/pump cover comes off, it's all over. Hits the mat with MMA guys or Cassian on occasion and forces a submission with the former fast. He always knows more about you than you know about him and has probably somehow overheard every conversation you never wanted him to.

Lucien: Simultaneously the Endurance Guy™ and the Social Butterfly™ with a well-rounded, smart training plan. Sure, he's not as big as Cassian or as intense as Azriel, but he's also no slouch when it comes to strength training and is regularly underestimated in it despite his strong, fit body. King of bodyweight exercises with crazy stamina. He's the guy who will overlap you ten times over on the track without breaking a sweat while you're dying. He isn't as quickly noticed when he walks in, but the ones who notice him do so thoroughly. Aesthetics are his middle name. Will kick your ass in a Spartan--only Azriel and Cassian can really compete with him there. Lucien's top of the line in terms of speed and overall agility. Knows everybody's business, but keeps it to himself. Will tease you a little, but will also help you out if you have a question. Likes to wrap things up by lounging by the pool during the warm seasons. Seems like he's spent a lot of time outdoors. Can also handle the rock wall and bouldering like a pro. The old ladies absolutely adore him and keep trying to set him up with their granddaughters.

Tamlin: Pretty, But Distant. Tamlin keeps to himself and focuses mostly on strength training through weightlifting. He's strong as hell but isn't necessarily pushing himself too hard for a new PR. Never asks for a spotter and takes a few seconds too many switching through songs on his playlist. He does genuinely look good, but currently isn't putting off the vibe of someone you could get close to. Not quite getting those revenge reps from his messy breakup in yet, but he's getting there. Raises an eyebrow and stares at grunters with a look of mild annoyance, then ends up moving far more weight with ease and in silence. Unclear if this is out of pettiness or not (but it's low-key funny af).

Ianthe: The Influencer™ with a full face of makeup, a one-strapped sports bra, and the up-the-ass bike shorts trying to get the perfect selfie. Is sitting on the equipment far too long and is starting to annoy people. Spends more time finding the perfect lighting, walking around the gym trying to pick up men, and somehow always being at the front of the weight room doing hip thrusts or bent-over rows with 2 lb. dumbbells. Makes eye contact on the hip abductor.

Jurian: Slightly loud and a little competitive, but also can usually back up his talk and what he's able to accomplish. This guy occasionally disappears at random, but is overall consistent and somehow knows everybody's business (and will bring it up). Probably the one grunting at the same amount of weight Amren's deadlifting.

Tarquin: The Fish™. This man is in the pool at 5:00 a.m. every day and swims a number of laps so smoothly and quickly that Ryan Lochte is nearly able to construct a coherent sentence. When he's not in the pool, he's quietly drifting around the weight room and resistance machines. King of the lat pull-downs. He's pretty sensible overall and doesn't stand out too much outside of the pool even though he looks amazing. Also a popular choice among the old lady crowd. Had to kick Cassian out of Planet Fitness.

Varian: Amren's shadow and designated spotter even though she doesn't need one. Nobody's entirely sure what he does. He kind of just hangs out.

Helion: Gym Daddy™. Helion brings as much knowledge to the floor as he brings swagger. It's hard not to notice him and he's strong af, but somehow makes everything he does look easy and like he's not even trying. Has definitely messed with Cassian at one point or another by "easily" moving a close-to-max weight while carrying on a conversation. Somehow makes everything look slightly sexual even if unintentionally. Keeps thorough records of his training sessions and almost always has a small notebook or notepad with him to do so.

Thesan: The Machines Guy. Thesan likes a workout where he can focus and get into his own zone, and he likes to do so a bit more quietly and on his own time. He's not competitive. He's just here for his health, but is polite if approached. He's fit but isn't the heavy lifter or endurance guy that some of the others are. Pretty generally well-liked; isn't sure how to answer the sweet old ladies' comments about them "having a granddaughter!" for him but is polite about it anyway.

Sorry, I don't know Eris, Emerie, Vassa, etc. enough yet to include them, so feel free to add on!

[edwinspaynes]

An old lady in my yoga class asked me when the baby was due. Ive been wearing tank tops to yoga recently so I can better see my form. I am super sensitive about how I look and I usually only wear loose fitting tops. She was like really old so I just joked it off saying I was too young even though I am in my early twenties. I was surprised that she didn't even ask me if I was pregnant, just assumed I was. Also tbh if I was pregnant it would be the immaculate conception.

I hate this. That's rude and I'm sorry it happened to you. I hope you're feeling okay.

And I empathize. I'm a little pudgy and I hold all my fat in my stomach. People ask me when I'm due more than I would like. Sometimes it's like, excited older women who are happy for me. It bothers me, but I think they mean well and can't be mad. Other times it's men my age or older. I HATE them. Like, no one asked you, bro

[hole-of-babel]

FFPR October 5th 2022

It’s been too long since i posted a Face Fuck Practice Report. i got up early and got dressed for school. Today it was grey yoga pants, a college sweatshirt over white lace panties and a matching one of my vintage bras. i love/hate how they emphasize my obscene cow udders which makes me gush girl gooo and feel like a total whore. 

i think of them as udders now. The Men here have conditioned me to use that word. i stuff my udders into undersized bras so that tit flesh overspills the cups. it looks like i am in denial of my big my udderfs are. that i am too cheap to buy well fit clothes. i can tell how different guys talk to me when i dress this way how they cant help but stare cant help but picture themselves titty fucking me and slapping them. i edge picturing the professors in my classes clapping them and fucking them. i am the biggest girl in all my classes but one. Shes so confident. Not ashamed like me. 

i can hear my mother yelling at me for dressing like that which makes me gush. edging makes me need to feel this way need to feel like everyone's eyes are looking at my udders. She wouldnt hate the sweatshirt. She would hate the yoga pants. Proper ladys don't dress this way. They wewar dresses. They strive to be feminine. Dressing like the other girls makes me blend in even as it makes me feel like i am displaying myself as a cheap whore. The contradicting feels makes me gush girl goo. 

I feel all the anonymous men's effect on how i think and use words every day. i don't get wet, i gush girl goo. i don't have breasts i have fat cow udders. i don't have a sex, i have a cunt. my name isn't __ its Bouncy Fuck.

THe strangest part of my outfit in the heels i am wearing. Its part of one of my looks i've been working on. i felt so creative and wrong but i wasn't. Proper ladies wear heels. Sluts wear heels. I wear heals. I've always been a walking contradiction in my head. Now I feel like it in how i look. 

Mister Stern is the Dom i met here who has kindly encouraged me to practice face fucking. my first boyfriend dumped me for my best friend because i was so bad at sucking his cock. i thought the idea was gross. She didn't. Now they're married and very happy and i'm taking a large rubber cock with a suction cup and mounting it on a mirror so that i can work on being a better whore. i'm not girlfriend material anyway. Daddy made sure of that. 

The rules are simple. Film myself squatting in front of a mirror squatting in front of my large dildo and practice fucking my face and then post about it describing how i look and how i feel.

[dreamgrlarchive]

how you describe your aesthetic now, it’s changed from when i was really active on tumblr a while ago

one thing is i have a very specific color palette now. i used to wear and like whatever. blues reds oranges. (you’d have to pay me to get me to wear those colors now) now i find it extremely hard to like anything that’s not pink or neutral. and it’s not to fit into any aesthetic of some sort… i’m just maturing into someone that literally only ever wears or buys shit that’s pink black white gray or nude/brown. that way everything in my closet can be worn together MUCH more easily. i’m really obsessed with the balletcore/pink pilates princess look now vs when i was obsessed with now nighttime glam type of looks. it’s the same kinda vibe, im still serving video vixen. just more polished, cohesive and unapologetically hyperfeminine. think video vixen that spends her time studying, doing self care and going to yoga and pilates classes when she’s not the leading lady in a music video.

[bunbeeplays]

It's time for The Hot Girls Only Fitness Club's weekly meeting, where new member Moses was warmly welcomed.

Ophelia is sure being around parents who have been, or are currently going through, what he's dealing with regarding Shea, will do him some good.

Ophelia hits the treadmill and catches up with her sister-in-law.

Hilary: I would have been fine just going to the courthouse, but I want to do something special for Omari with our kids, and your family, of course.

Penny Pizzazz is just happy to be getting screentime again!

Ophelia checks in on Moses, who's showing Celeste pictures of Shea and chatting about what a handful she is.

Celeste: Ha, trust me, you'll miss the days where they won't leave you alone. Getting my teen to even tell me about his day is like pulling teeth!

Time to check on Hilary again.

Ophelia: You doing okay, Hil?

Hilary: I'm pretending this punching bag is Hector's big stupid head. Planning a wedding in Tartosa is difficult when your ex-husband is the king of the wedding industry there.

Hilary: I finally found a partner that treats me right. Omari deserves a special day, but I spent 20 years helping Hector plan hundreds of weddings, so every step of the wedding planning process makes me think of him and how he betrayed me! It's llamashit!

Poor Hilary.

Time for a pep talk from fitness pro Ophelia.

Ophelia: Get that anger out, girl! Just imagine a stupid fedora on top of that bag and have at it! You're Hilary Pappas, you're strong as hell and nobody is going to ruin your big day with the love of your life, especially not him!

Hilary: You're damn right I'm not!

Ophelia has always admired Hilary's fierce drive. Considering she practically raised Xander, it's crazy how different they are personality wise, but they both definitely never let anything get them down for long.

After some intense workouts, and some even more intense vent sessions, a few of the Hot Girls (including Moses because being a Hot Girl is a state of mind) unwind in the sauna.

Becca: So Ophelia, you ready to finally age up?

Ophelia: I don't really have a choice either way.

Becca: Soooo, any big plans?

Ophelia: Not really, I'm probably just going to do something lowkey at home with the kids.

Becca: Aww, come on, you're a celebrity, you're not even going to have a party?

Ophelia: Parties are so glitchy, they're more trouble than they're worth!

Ophelia: Just being with you guys right now is enough of a celebration. You doing okay, Moses?

Moses: Yeah, I was a bit worried about Shea at first, but Ian hasn't called or texted so they must be doing okay. Thanks for welcoming me, ladies.

Hilary: The more the merrier!

Moses: However, don't think I'm letting you leave without a little birthday gift. I booked you a massage.

Ophelia: Moses, you didn't have to do that!

Moses: Hey, only the best for my kid!

Meanwhile, outside the sauna, Penny is doing push ups in a towel and Summer is taking a yoga class taught by a Servo. Classic Sims moment.

After her sauna session, Ophelia gets ready for her massage from ace king Aurelio Robles. Unfortunately, he's not a very good masseuse.

Ophelia: Woohoock, who knew someone rubbing hot rocks all over your back would hurt!

Aurelio is an Ophelia Lemon stan, so he's very ashamed.

Back home, while Ophelia's working on lunches for the next day, Jaden comes in to have a little snack.

Ophelia: Hey, buddy.

Jaden: Hi, Mom.

While Jaden munches, Ophelia can't help but notice how long his hair has gotten.

Ophelia: Look at that hair. You're due for a trim, kid.

Oh. Jaden always had short hair as a toddler, and he aged up with a short haircut too. He kind of likes how he looks with his hair longer, but if Mom says he needs a haircut…

Too bad Ophelia was focused on cooking, otherwise she would have seen her son's sad little face.

Jaden tries not to let it bother him as he enjoys some water fun with Gemma and Lulu (and the cats apparently) in the backyard. It also helps him not to think about the braces he's getting tomorrow.

[cinimon01]

You meet a better sort of bum in a marina.

1st of April 2024: I know, April fools day. However it was the day we chose to start to live on board our new boat. We had meticulously packed so we each had 30kg, as allowed by Qantas. This process took into account the things already on board, those we may need, those things we just wanted to take whether we needed them or not and those things we want to have just in case. Another 3 hour flight and 3 hour car ride. We hired a car for a week to be able to get to all of the shops and buy all of the stuff we would need. Mainly food and gas and fuel.

3rd April 2024: Paid a visit to customs as our customs form stated we were able to stay in New Zealand on Mai Tai until June 2024. We wanted to stay for the allotted 2 years each boat receives when they first arrive, but somewhere in the purchase this was changed to June. So we started the process at customs. We found out that having a foreign boat in New Zealand allowed us to avoid all taxes on any purchases. Wow so if we needed a new freezer @ $2500 NZ we would get $375 off. Not too shabby.

5th April 2024: Went to my first yoga class in Opua. So close to the Marina, I just walked about 10 minutes and the community hall was next to the car ferry. Great view of the BOI from the front door. Great class run by a lovely lady called Ines who was selling bananas from her tree.

We had to sort out our gas cylinders as they were foreign and we couldn't get them filled here in NZ. They didn't meet their high standard but fit perfectly into our cubby hole for cylinders in the cock pit. So on the last day before we returned the car we drove to Keri Keri where a cylinder servicing centre was only too happy to help. They said the cylinders were aluminium and worth about $400 each. They would be good for a few more years yet. Great news as we were thinking of just getting new ones. Back to Whangarie delivered the car, taxi to bus station, bus back to Opua, walk down the hill and now we are truly living on a boat without any other form of transport.

On the morning of the 5th our good friends from Bali were here on a cruise and we were able to pick them up and bring them to the boat. Still no sailing as we were waiting for a sail track installation. It was great to welcome aboard our first guests and they loved the boat. Ironically, they will be back next week on a different cruise, so we will see them again and go sailing.

While we we in Whangarie, the good guys from New Zealand Yacht Services came to check everything was ready for the sail track install. It just happened that they were able to get the boom off easily, remove the old track easily and so they decided to install the new track. We weren't even there. Job done and now we can go sailing.

11th April 2024: Extreme weather conditions saw us stuck on board for nearly 2 days and during the night the font hatch in the main cabin leaked. My pillow and mattress was wet and my enthusiasm dampened. So since we bought the boat, the sail track needed replacing, the gennaker was torn to shreds so a new one was ordered, the helm clutch break knob fell off and had to be repaired and replaced and now the hatch leaked. Luckily the boat came with spares and David re installed a new one and its water proof! yay!

15th April 2024: Peter and Diana arrived and we took off. We stretched our sails into nearly zero wind and had a fun day trying to make Mai Tai go without much help from the westerly. We picked up a mooring for $600 for 6 weeks in Kororareka bay, just off Russell old town. Beautiful spot.

18th April 2024: Went to yoga in Russell. First time David drove me to shore in the tender and went for a walk while I made new acquaintance with my muscles. Then off to Opua for a Rally meeting. It was extreemly informative and there are about 60 to 70 boats going between May and June. Some are going to Tonga, Tahiti, Fiji and Vanuatu. We are excited to go in 2025, but seriously need to get to know our boat first.

16th April 2024: Yoga again in Opua, washing and we got our yellow customs form! So David bought a fishing rod and some new lines and a custom step we designed so we can easily step up onto the roof when sailing. Looks great. Now we just need some great weather and we are off to explore the Bay Of Islands and catch a fish.

[chaos-creature-on-the-roof]

if anyone wants a fitness app reccomendation: FitOn.

Does have a pro version but all workouts are available for free. Also has food and recipes. The pro just adds a meal plan option, more networking, and lets you add different music to the workouts. Has workouts for physical therapy and rehab. Has yoga, hiit, tai chi, with kids, pilates, calisthenics, cardio, band, weight, and chair exercises. No equipment required. Different intensity levels, all workouts are videos so you can see exactly how to position, and if you have friends who also have the app you can add them as a friend and do the workout together. Also theres a page with articles and videos vetted by several users with advice on hydration, food, routine, sleep, and more. Can join live classes if you want. Does have courses and programs that are pay-only, but not required. Programs are included in pro. 10/10 would recommend. Also when making your thing you can choose between goals like lose wight, reduce stress, tone body, stay active, pre/post natal, etc. instructors are men and women, can add a third gender as your profile, has workouts for all bodies, the instructors arent just skinny white ladies, has competitions for those who like a challenge, can save workouts, and dont need a fitbit or anything.

i genuinely had fun while doing like 4 workouts in a row in 45-ish minutes, and the instructors talk the entire time which somehow makes it go faster? Also theres dance options so ✨✨

If you want to look into it i really suggest it. In my opinion its awesome

[chanshoesunite]

24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 17

Content info: Chan is a hot pole dance instructor and YNnie has the hots for him

Word count: 1564

Warnings: mentions of masturbation (well, YN is a thirsty hoe)

Maybe you’ve died and moved on to Heaven, but Chan’s naked torso pressed against your back as he checks your grip on the pole suggests just that.

Pole dancing has been your hobby for only a few short months, but it’s become a major source of enjoyment for you in that brief time. It’s not only the workout per se, but the space, frequented almost exclusively by women, that makes you feel empowered, being able to use your body in a sexy way without having to fear men’s gazes upon you.

That is, until today.

You and the fellow six ladies from your course are sitting on yoga mats on the wooden floor, clad scantily as you’re supposed to when pole dancing because the friction needed to stay on the pole is created thanks to your naked skin. But as the door opens and you all expect your trainer Jane to enter – a man comes in. This man is arguably the most gorgeous creature you’ve ever seen in your life, mussed dark hair, jawline sharp enough to cut you into fries, sparkling eyes accentuated by – is that eyeliner?

Then you focus on his body, which isn’t hard because that dude is clearly dressed for pole. His black booty shorts leave nothing, and you really mean NOTHING to the imagination – he’s a big boy. His thighs are like those of a Greek God, and his abs could be used to do your laundry on. Why do you know? Oh, because he’s wearing what can’t even be called a shirt but would fit the word “harness” more closely.

This dude looks like a stripper who’s already shed most of his layers.

You catch someone else’s eye, trying desperately not to stare, and the girl one mat over looks as confused as you feel. Isn’t this supposed to be a women-only class?

The man walks, nay, struts into the room and doesn’t stop until he’s at the very front, next to the teacher’s pole. “Hello, everyone,” he says brightly, “my name is Christopher, but you can call me Chan.”

Australian. Mhmmmmm.

“Unfortunately, Jane is sick today and I am the only replacement she’s found at such a short notice.” Bro.

That dude is going to teach you today???

“I know that this class is only for women, so if anyone of you is uncomfortable being taught by a man, I absolutely understand, and you will receive credit for an extra lesson if you do not want to stay. Anybody who wants to leave?” None of the women raise their hands. Of course not. They would have to be complete idiots not to want to see this man in action. You can practically feel yourself salivating.

Chan grins. “I’m flattered.” He puts a hand on his pole. “I am familiar with the choreography you’ve been working on. How about I’ll show you once again before we do it together, just to repeat it, and then we’ll work on the next forty to fifty seconds together?”

You all nod quickly, because the suggestion of seeing this man doing body waves against a pole is like Christmas coming early.

“But first,” he announces, “Warmup!”

Twenty minutes later, your feelings towards Chan the Hottie are a bit more ambivalent since he had you all do mountain climbers, planks, sit-ups and all sorts of sweat-provoking exercises. He himself, of course, only looks adorably flustered while you notice everyone else discreetly dabbing at the beads of sweat running down their bodies.

“I think we’re all comfortably warm now, you can pack up your mats” he concludes, letting his gaze wander over you all. You shiver when it lands on you, and he winks.

“I am dying,” you want to say, “and you’re not comfortably warm, you’re smoking hot!” But you just smile in what you hope is a winning and motivated manner.

Chan stops the soft music that has been playing in the background and chooses another song on his phone. “As I’ve said before,” he explains again, “I will now do the routine again for you so you can sort of remember what it was. And then we’ll immediately do it again together.” He presses his phone’s touchscreen and adorably half-jogs towards his pole.

“Unholy” by Sam Smith starts and oh God. This song, this choreography, this combination – it was made for Chan.

You actually think the song isn’t that good except for the chorus, but as Chan grabs the pole and does a few slow body waves, you are inclined to change your mind. Next, his muscly calf snakes around the pole, securing him against it as he leans back, the tension in his arm perfect into his very fingertips. He relaxes, grabs the pole again, walks around it and soon is airborne as he squeezes the pole with one leg, gripping it with his knee in an Inside Hook. He then changes into the classic Fireman move. The way he always lands on perfect tiptoes shouldn’t be hot, but fuck, it damn well is.

For the chorus, Jane has you do the Crucifix, just to reference the song title, but Chan looks amazing doing it, focused and muscles tense, but still a light, teasing smile on his face. You have to concentrate on not letting your jaw drop. It’s just too much.

The choreo ends before the song does, and as Chan jumps down, you all break into applause. He seems to blush a bit at that as he turns off the music.

“Thank you,” he says, a little flustered. “Shall we do it together?”

You try to focus on your own moves as much as you can, and even though you’re just a tiny bit self-conscious, you would say you absolutely nail the choreography. Now it’s Chan’s turn to applaud, even though you all join in. You meet his gaze again, and he’s smiling.

“What’s your name?” he asks, approaching you.

Oh my God, is this it?? Was dancing in front of him once enough to win his heart?! Is he going to say, “YN, I’ve never seen anyone so sexy in my life, let’s run away together? I’ll introduce you to my family in Sydney and we’ll open our own pole studio and live happily ever after!” ?!

No. But still good enough, because after you tell him your name, he says:

“YN, could you maybe help me explain the next move? Are you okay with me touching your hands?”

Dumbfounded, you just go, “Sure,” and then he goes on to explain how you should grip the pole for a new turn you haven’t done before. That’s how you find yourself very close to him, his back heaving with his deep breaths as he loudly explains to the others what you are doing. “You can see that her lower leg is carrying all of the weight. You’ll know you have a good enough grip if you release the upper hand and stretch it outwards – well done, YN, amazing!”

Chan is distracting, for sure, but you are not going to embarrass yourself in front of him and your fellow course members, so you are hyper focused and manage to do everything Chan asks of you. He uses you as his “go to” for the whole remaining lesson, asking you to touch his abs and confirm that yes, all of the power for that move really comes from the lower abdominal muscles.

You quickly all learn another significant chunk of choreography, feeling focused and sexy in a way that only pole manages to give you. Soon, the lesson is almost over, and you all stretch, holding onto your poles, wiping your sweat away – this time not in shame, but in triumph.

Chan applauds once again at the end of the lesson. “Thank you all so much for being here tonight despite the change of plans. I appreciate you all staying. If you want to attend my classes, I teach Tuesday and Thursday nights.” You all clap again, and then the girls grab their water bottles and towels and make their way outside. You mean to follow, but –

“YN?”

You turn to see Chan approach you. You’re alone in the studio now.

“That was some great work. How long have you been doing pole?”

You smile at the compliment. “Thanks. Only three months, but it’s quickly becoming a hobby.”

He seems impressed. “Really? I would have expected longer. You really should try a more advanced class. I teach Level Six on Tuesdays, if you have time then.”

Level Six? This was only Level Three – could you skip two entire courses?

He chuckles at your scepticism. “I’m sure you can do it. And frankly – I’m jealous Jane gets such great students all to herself.” Chan throws a towel over his shoulder and turns to reach for the stereo. “Think about it, love,” he says. “I’d love to have you in my course.”

He doesn’t mean it like that. He doesn’t mean it like that. He doesn’t mean it like that.

But damn, are you not going to tell that to your vibrator in the shower at home later.

You thank Chan and leave, almost forgetting to grab your water. On your way out of the building, you grab the flyer with the course times. Weirdly, you suddenly feel the urge to have pole lessons on Tuesdays as well…

~Day 18~

[loevawrites]

I was tagged by @femmefighter!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: Nope. Although, my name is quite funny because it’s the antonym of what I do for a living.  

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: Last Friday. I don’t cry often, but I had a rough week, and I felt a lot better afterward, so that’s nice!  

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: Yes, I have a little goblin of my own! He’s one and a half, and a handful.

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: As a child, I played baseball. Against my will. Because my dad coached it. I also did karate for a few years, then belly dance as a teenager. As an adult, it’s been mostly Yoga and Pilates. I was a fitness instructor with Fitspirit before I had my son, but now I just hit the gym whenever I can, about three times a week.

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: No.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: I don’t know. Depends on the people, I guess. The first thing I WANT to access is whether they are queer, neurodivergent and nerd enough for me to stop masking around them.

WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: Light green!

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: The thing about movies is that I tend to identify patterns and end up spoiling them for myself. Because of that, I have yet to come across a scary movie that truly frightens me. So... Happy endings? However, I do indulge in some good horror books.

ANY TALENTS?: Hyperfixating. I once decided I wanted to get a few plants. The next thing I knew, I had 200. Last summer, I decided I wanted to learn how to crochet. A few days later, I was pattern testing for professional crochet artists. Apparently, I’m also a decent writer.   

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: Canada.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: I write quite a bit, but have a myriad of other interests, including cooking, drawing, sewing, flirting with pretty ladies, crocheting, hitting the gym, and anything else that captures my autistic bird brain's attention.

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: Yes! I have two cats: Chat Baudelaire and Edgar Allan Paw. 😸

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: Smoll, 5'3.

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: Well, I teach French literature so I would have to go with that! As a student, I loved art class and ethics as well.  

DREAM JOB?: I really enjoy my teaching job, although I would love to make a living from my writing if I could.

As for tagging people 😬 I'm pretty new to Tumblr and I haven't made many friends here yet. Let's go @lamaenthel ?

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Polyship Week, Day Five: Dancing (Modern AU)

Day Five of Valicer Polyship Week, courtesy of @polyshipweek, and we’re back to the Modern AU Valicer Road Trip with the “Dancing” prompt! And just like the “Bed Sharing” prompt, my inspiration for this was a The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself gif (the exact one is in this post, but this one has the same moment in it):

Add in that I just love dancing for Valice and Valicer in general, and this was a shoo-in for a prompt. So here’s a rainy night maybe midway through the trip, with Victor watching some truly beautiful dancing:

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Victor had seen a lot of very talented dancers over the course of his twenty-three years. He’d even been tutored by a couple, hired by his mother to turn him into someone who could be seen at a high-class ball and not draw too much derision for his footwork. Hans and Nigel had been patient teachers, fortunately, and willing to overlook a few stepped-on feet and awkward stumbles into midsections, and thanks to them, Victor felt that he was at least passable on the dance floor. But he’d seen true masters of the craft all across England – ballerinas leaping across stages, so light on their toes they seemed to defy gravity; professional ballroom dancers twirling across marble floors, elegance personified as they waltzed in perfect time to the music; lords and ladies and other rich folk stepping skillfully through a complicated quadrille or indulging in a rather more spirited gavotte, showing off the talents wealth had bought them. He’d seen lifts and spins and dips and a dozen other moves he’d never be able to name without a cheat sheet, all courtesy of his mother’s endless quest to mingle and be seen mingling with the elite. He’d seen the best of the best of the best.

And not a single one of them held a candle to Smiler and Alice right now. His two beloveds were dancing together in the rain, lit by the glow of the travel lanterns Smiler had set up around their portable grill before the storm had rolled over them, soaked to the bone and not caring a jot. Alice’s hair glimmered in the cool light, sending droplets everywhere as she grabbed Smiler’s hand and twirled herself, while Smiler’s bright yellow contacts and matching tank top stood out like beacons against the darkness as they pulled her close for a playful dunk. Victor watched them from his position leaning against the front of the caravan they’d rented for their little expedition, stripped down to t-shirt and trousers, unable to take his eyes off the pair (save for when he had to wipe the rain out of them). The way they moved, without any shame or embarrassment, fluid in their not-giving-a-fuckery; the way their damp clothes clung to them, outlining Alice’s delicate frame and Smiler’s yoga-toned muscles; the way their smiles seemed to shine brighter than the lanterns, punctuated by regular fits of giggles as one or both of them slid in the mud and nearly crashed into the other – it all added up to the most beautiful sight Victor had ever seen. And to think – those two amazing, wonderful people love me, he thought, blinking a much different kind of wet out of his eyes. How did I ever end up so lucky?

Smiler spun themselves away from Alice, arcing their neck and throwing their hands dramatically over their head – before catching sight of Victor watching them. Instantly they were on the move, squelching their way over to him as quick as they could. “I thought you were inside!” they said, grabbing his hand and pulling him forward. “Well, come on, don’t just stand there – plenty of room for one more!”

“You’re already wet – you may as well make the best of it!” Alice agreed, beckoning them towards her.

Victor laughed and allowed himself to be hauled into the middle of the impromptu dance floor, feet moving to a rhythm all their own as he joined their bacchanalia. Oh, they’d pay the price for this when it came time to go to bed – their wet clothes would take ages to peel off, the laundry bag he’d left on the floor would start to smell, and they’d have to play rock-paper-scissors for the tiny shower again – but that was a problem for the future. Right now, Victor just wanted to enjoy the best dance he’d ever had.

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[quietstormxo-blog]

Poker Face

I’m one to give people nicknames because that makes you special--it makes you worthy of my attention, and my time. I admit it, I play hard to get. Though some people have it in their heads that they have me all figured out, even the men. I am an open book, all you have to do is ask. That’s what I like about him, he is not an open book. He is the complete opposite. He is reserved yet friendly and sociable. There’s a feeling of familiarity but it’s very subtle, probably because he makes me feel intense, sort of like “this is new territory, how do I naviagate this?” sort of vibe. I can tell he’s never met such a multi-faceted woman like me before. 

This never ending feeling of intensity, excitement, curiosity and seriousness triggers me. When I heard about you I was hesitant at first and said “nah not feeling it”, but then I saw a photo of your body and I was like, “I can dig that”. It's not everyday I meet guys with athletic bodies. You looked so good.Hell those types tend to stereotype a lot because they keep up with their image and they’re called f-boys. But I know a player when I see one. Even though I went based on your photo, you’re quite a catch. I spent some of my time twirling my hair and thinking to myself, “This is too good to be true”. He is direct and a gentleman.

*Phone rings*

I hate when unknown numbers call me because they all end up being scammers. I started declining all calls that I don’t recognize. The Director of Janson’s Performing Arts School has my number and I have his. I’m waiting for my acceptance into the program. I heard Director Tom calls the applicants that were accepted and pays for your lunch the 1st week of class. But he also does something different every year. Since only six people get in every year out of thousands of applicants, my chances of getting in are high because I own the only dance studio in my city. I have opened for local artists and also do classes, camps and occasionally pole dancing for my ladies.

I have never taken Poker Face to my studio, yet no guy ever because my dance studio is my sacred space, trust is earned not given. The last time we spoke, you said you would take me to your vacation home in Florida one day. I would love that.I like how you talk about your goals and accomplishments. They’re grandeur, like mine. That’s why I think we’re compatible. We dream big. I like when we cuddle, and when I run my hands through your hair. Your smell. It’s not too strong or too musky. It’s subtle. As if God himself made a distinct smell that only I would only like and recognize as some sort of mate smell. I love when a man smells good. Bonus points if it rubs off your shirt or bed sheets. See I’m not hard to please but I will bark if you’re not treating me  the way I deserve. We talk about women overdoing it for the boys nowadays but I’m an entertainer, only here for a good time, not a long time, so I don’t mind putting on a show.

I finally got my fat ass up from my bed and paused my favorite show-- Ghost adventures. I mean paranormal stuff does bother me but I like watching other people get spooked and communication with the underworld fascinates me. Can you imagine the amount of secrets they have on people,on the world itself? Even mine? 

 I know I look like trouble. Everyone always gets my age wrong, I’m a lot younger than I look. I prefer to keep my hair up, away from my face since my body is constantly in motion and dancing. It sits in a ponytail.My roots are blonde but my hair is black.My body type is thick in the back and slim in front. My breasts sit nice enough to see my feet and my ass--well denim shorts never fit me right so I wear yoga pants often. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.My eyes start the story and my tongue finishes it. Poker Face always tells me how powerful I am when I’m on top of him. Yet I’m the one that is intrigued by his mysterious aura. I’m fascinated by people I quite can’t put my finger on. He is very selective with what he shares. Did I mention that one, he gambles and two we are from completely different backgrounds? He is not my type! Typically I like my men eh a little thugish. However, a jack of all trades. He knows everyone he talks to and in his immediate community, like me. He chooses not to show his emotional side most of the time, and struggles to express it. But I can see him--crystal, he is a lover boy. That’s why I call him Poker Face. You can never tell what he’s thinking or what his next move will be. I’m not used to that, unpredictability always makes me nervous. I like a routine with a splash of spontaneity here and there. 

I’m expecting his return from his family trip this Tuesday and his last text message to me went something like:

Poker Face: “Do you miss me?”

Me: “yes”.

Poker Face: “Good, because I'm going to break into that new place of yours and leave you sore”.

Me: I take a deep breath before responding because god knows the things I would’ve done had he said that in person. I responded with a heart emoji and said:

“With pleasure”.

I hesitated to say more than I should but sometimes I can’t help myself. Boys are like toys. You play with them until they get bored. The mundane things in life do not need to be boring, and I will ride on until I have a reason to get off my high horse. 

Once I go off to dancing school, it’s not like we’ll ever see each other again… My girlfriends swear I am crazy but this is what life is about, living life to the fullest without any regrets. Hell with it, I ain't letting no boy be the death of me. God created men and women for a reason. A hell of a good time.

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The smell of hot coffee and lavender incense in the AM is something I can smell for the rest of my life. It’s Tuesday. Today is the day. I should be expecting my call from Director Tom and a text from Poker Face of his arrival. Today couldn’t be more perfect. I know that I will have to break the news to Poker Face but not until I have my fun.

Dancing and hot yoga is part of my daily routine and also activates my appetite for breakfast. I prefer the old reggaeton that I grew up listening to. My love for dancing started when I four years old in my living room. At first I just swayed my body like most kids do until I gained  a figure at sixteen. That sixteen body is still the same body at twenty-eight, just thicker and better. I only felt comfortable dancing in my living room. My parents were not supportive at all. They simply couldn't support their daughter dancing “provocatively” to the music they danced too once upon a time…. I guess they never gave themselves permission to.

That’s what I love about myself the most, I give my body and mind permission to let go of any restrictions, taboos, and voices in my head that are ultimately not mine. I truly feel free when I dance. 

When men see me dance, it puts them into a trance. Sometimes it takes them forever to get out of it until well I get bored of them.But I always assure them of my time. People don’t belong to people. We are all truly an experience. That’s why I admire Poker Face so much. He fucking gets it. He calls/texts only when he wants to see me and doesn’t bombard me about my whereabouts or forces talk with me. He knows I’m doing good already. He already knows what the fuck is up.

After having my avocado toast, I check my emails. Anytime an applicant gets accepted, they send a blast email to all their subscribers with a headshot and a short bio. I can already see it. 

*Knock on the door*

I was not expecting company at 10 am but panicking, it was Pokerface. I threw my purple silk robe on, rolled my eyes and kept my head scarf to let him know I am not fond of surprises. Absolutely not.

“Hey Beautiful, surprised?”

What’s this? A bouquet of Red roses. Perhaps we can fix the attitude.They look fresh too. Not just any bouquet of roses that you get from Walmart or gas station. They look like he ordered them from a flower shop maybe. The smell was strong, mixed with his cologne coming from his chest, I’m sold.

“Yeah well, you usually text me when you want to head over, I am quite busy at the moment getting ready to go to work, I have clients waiting for me in an hour.”

He didn’t look upset or anything. He’s stubborn, always wants things his way. And unfortunately for him, I don’t have time to get nasty at the moment. Sexy times are when I say so.

“Come in, you can place the flowers on the corner or the kitchen table.”

*Phone rings*

‘HELLO?”

I am already pacing back and forth.

“Hi Cheyanne, is that right?”

“YES, that’s me.”

“Hi Cheyanne, this is Director Tom, I want to extend my gratitude to congratulate you and  welcome you to Janson’s Performing Arts School”.

I wanted to shout and yell of excitement but I had to remain calm over the phone so I didn’t seem like a nuance.

“Thank you! Thank you, wow this is amazing”.

“Yes, I know how exciting this must be for you, and I apologize for calling you later than sooner, but it was a very close call. Thankfully Jennifer, my secretary shared with me that she knows of you and loves your work. I heard you have your own dance studio, here you’ll get to expand your talents and travel to dance to meet world known artists that share the same dreams and love for dancing. I read that your dream is to open up more dance studios around the world.That is impressive”.

Of course I am, I am building an empire.

“Since you own your own dance studio, I’m sure you know a thing or two about how this works right?” The possibilities are endless Cheyanne. However, before we end our call there’ only one request from you I’ll need”.

At this point I have already been accepted, what else is required?

“If you wish to take this offer, I will have to ask you to pack your things tonight, at least enough for a week for now until we get you settled in and relocate to San Juan,Puerto Rico where you will meet the rest of our crew and myself. Now, what do you think about that?”

Wow, moving back to a place I call home and also living my dream life, what else could I ask for? I’d have to shut down my studio temporarily until I can come back and resume classes.

“Absouley, yes yes !”

Okay Ms.Cheyanne, your flight information will be emailed to you shortly, we will see you tonight! If you need anything, please reach out to Jennofer via her cell, her contact information will be included in the email, and once again, congratulations, speak with you soon.

This was it. But this is just the beginning of a new chapter of my life. To start a new life in my home country in what I call paradise. 

Pokerface looks to me for answers. He heard everything on speaker, however he is puzzled.I wonder if he's asking about his place in all of this..but he doesn’t mention it.

“Now that’s worth celebrating for, come here”.

He pats his lap and bites his lip. Something about the way he commands makes me want to give in.ii can feel that tingling sensation in my pussy.There were oh so many reasons to celebrate this moment. 

I stood right in front of him, untied my robe and removed the towel from my hair. He grabbed my arms and traced it down toward my inner thighs. The sensation made my body jerk--he traced his fingers in me. He is enjoying it as much as I am. I gently sat over his lap so that his hands grabbed my ass while I was facing him. I love a man with big muscled thighs- makes a curvy woman feel secure.He grabbed my hair in a ponytail, pulled me in and kissed me with his tongue. I was so in heat and not seeing him for a month made me tight and wet for him.

He smiled and giggled at me.

“Did you miss me princess?”

His eyes sparkled. He knew his power of seduction heavily relied on his eyes and smile. But see me? It’s all in the mind and body. 

“Mmmm, that depends, do you miss me?”

He always had something to prove and he always wanted to prove me wrong. I knew he was willing to do anything to please me.

He grabbed me by my legs onto the bed while flat on my back and started kissing me again, only this time, he was kissing the other set of lips I have. Mmmmm, good boy. He was so submissive with me and I loved every moment of it.

You couldn't tell. He was tall and had a wide body. You could tell he lifted. However, he had calluses on his hands from the gym and from work. Was not my cup of tea at first until he grabbed my neck. He would talk to me in a baby voice sometimes, especially when he wanted something. He would never talk like that among his friends or family, just me. And he always always brought over a bell for me. When I rang the bell, I was satisfied, if he rang the bell, he was satisfied and if one of us did not ring the bell, that meant the other person had to please the other until. they. rang. that bell!

While he was pleasing me,I continued moaning and gripping his hair. I didn't want it to stop, I could feel my body heat through my sheets, my windows steamed and my breath getting heavier until I came. He stopped and thrust on top of me and slipped it inside me. I rang my bell

*clink clink clink*

He grabbed me by my neck, and started kissing me again. As he moans, so do I. 

“I love when you moan, baby”.

I couldn't help it, I missed him, of course I had to put it down on him. This was a win for me after all. 

And unlike other people, I don’t make promises I can’t keep. He is my little secret and I am his.