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The Eternal Summer | Elliott Marston/Reader

II. Obsession

Summary: It's your first day at the station and Elliott's growing attached to you… maybe too attached.

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When you woke the first morning, for a few moments you forgot where you were. You thought you were still on the ship and that the man holding you against his chest, his erection pressing up against your bum, was your husband.

You opened your eyes and your heart skipped a beat in panic when you didn’t recognise your surroundings, then your mind caught up with you and you remembered where you were: in Australia, in Elliott’s house, in Elliott’s bed… with Elliott.

You shifted slightly in the bed, and Elliott’s arm around you tightened slightly.

“There she is,” he said softly. “Thought you were gonna sleep all day.”

“Whassa time?” you mumbled sleepily as you turned around to face him.

“Aout half ten. I didn’t wanna wake you.”

You were surprised not to have been woken by Elliott taking his pleasure from you, since he’d seemed so excited by the idea… was it possible he’d done so and you’d slept through the whole thing? You were a deep sleeper, but you always awoke when your husband slipped inside you during sleep, his lovemaking being passionate as it was, even so early in the morning.

But you felt dry, Elliott was still erect, and he seemed to be quite sleepy too. Perhaps he’d changed his mind…

“You’re such a pretty sight when you’re sleeping,” Elliott said. He traced a line down your body with his finger, as if trying to paint a silhouette of your figure. “And awake too, of course… but there’s something so innocent about the way you sleep. I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you.”

“I’m awake now,” you replied, hoping your voice didn’t give away your nerves as you tried to be seductive. You tentatively reached out and took his cock in your hand with a light touch. “You can do whatever you want to me…”

Elliott screwed his eyes shut and groaned with relief at the feel of your touch, but he seemed to be holding back. Usually when you took William’s cock into your hand he would thrust forward, desperate to feel some friction, but Elliott did no such thing; in fact, he moved his hips back slightly, away from your touch.

“No… it’s whatever you want, [Y/n]. Tell me what you want.”

“I, erm…” You hesitated. You hadn’t even thought about what you wanted. You just knew that he was erect, and it was your responsibility to give him his morning pleasure. Your husband had given you to Elliott for exactly this reason, after all.

“I… want to help you with this,” you said, wrapping your fingers around him again and giving him a small tug.

“Mhm… is that what you want, [Y/n]? Or is it what you think I want?”

You frowned, confused. It was too early in the morning for all these questions. Elliott’s cock was throbbing with desire, and you had to relieve it. Why was he asking you all these questions?

“I… I want to ride you,” you admitted with a blush.

Elliott smirked. Whatever had had him resisting fell away at your offer, and he rolled onto his back.

“By all means, darling… use my cock for your pleasure. I’d love nothing more than to see the look on your face as you bounce on my cock.”

You threw a leg over his waist to straddle him, and he held your hips in his strong hands to help you guide yourself onto him, a small whine escaping your lips as his cock stretched you out, your walls stretching and expanding to accommodate his size.

��Fuck, your pussy’s so tight,” Elliott groaned. “It almost feels like you’re a virgin. Does William really take you three times a day?”

“Yes, I… I do yoga exercises every day and it helps to keep my walls tight even though my husband stretches them out every day. It feels better for him when I’m tight.”

Elliott ran his hands up your thighs thoughtfully, his large hands rough and calloused from manual labour, so different to William’s softer hands that had seen little more exertion than the movement of a quill.

“And what about you? Does it feel better for you when you’re tight?”

“Yes,” you admitted. “I like the stretch… I can feel it now, the way you’re filling me up…”

“Hmm… good. Well, then, I hope you continue your exercises while you’re here.”

“Yes, sir.”

“I told you, [Y/n]… I’m no knight. It’s Elliott.”

“Sorry… Elliott. Would you like me to ride you now?”

“Fuck yes,” Elliott groaned.

He was skinnier than William, which meant your legs weren’t spread as wide as they usually were, and it took you some adjusting to find the right position. You ended up leaning back slightly, your head tilted back in pleasure, and Elliott marvelled at the sight of you, letting the pleasure take over, all sense of propriety dissipated. He watched your breasts bouncing, your jaw twitching as you moaned, your fingers digging into his flesh as you moved further and further towards your climax. He could feel his own building up too, but he wanted to see you make yourself cum on his cock first, so he pressed his thumb against your clit and, if your increased moans were anything to go by, your pleasure wound up further as he circled the sensitive nub in rhythm with your thrusts.

He felt your orgasm before you made it heard - your walls clenched tighter around him, your thrusts became more erratic, and when he began thrusting up into you to make up for it, the friction plus his fingers sent you over the edge, a delectable moan tumbling from your lips, and he was grateful you didn’t moan his name because that might well have sent him tumbling over the edge too, and he didn’t want to pull out before your climax had completely washed over you.

When your moans faded into sighs, Elliott grabbed your waist and pulled you off him with one strong hand, and the other tugged his cock until his seed came shooting out, splattering you, him and the bedsheets with his seed in a delectably deranged fashion.

Elliott pulled you close to him and kissed you gently. You giggled at the way his moustache tickled your nose, which led to both of you laughing, slightly delirious in your respective post-orgasm hazes.

“You’re certainly a skilled young lady,” Elliott murmured in your ear, and you blushed. “Go get yourself washed up, I’ll have breakfast made for us out on the front porch.”

You joined Elliott on the front porch some time later, both of you washed and dressed, looking nowhere near as sinful as you had earlier. Elliott had his hat on and was looking out at the ranch, watching his workers in their morning routines. From the corner of your eye, you saw the glisten of the gun sitting in his holster.

Elliott smiled at you warmly as you sat next to him, and he took no shame in placing a hand on your knee. If you were in private, he’d have lifted your skirt to do so, but since his workers were about and he knew you were shy, the fabric of your skirt stayed between your knee and his hand.

The Aborigine manservant followed you out and placed a plate of fresh fruits in front of you both. You thanked him as he bowed his head respectfully and retreated back into the house.

“Do you normally thank the servants in London?” Elliott scoffed as he speared a berry on his knife and popped it in his mouth.

“I do. William doesn’t. He says their pay is thanks enough.”

“And you don’t agree?”

You gave a small shrug. “A ‘thank you’ costs no extra.”

Elliott smiled and shook his head. “You are a fascinating creature, [Y/n]. Do be careful talking to him, won’t you? I wouldn’t want his base instinct to take over and he tries to rape you. I have him tamed, of course, but he’s an animal at heart, and you’re a beautiful woman.”

You frowned as you cut your fruit up into small chunks. “Why is he more likely to rape me than any of your other men?”

“Well, because of what he is,” Elliott explained casually.

“But I don’t understand why that means he’s likely to rape me. I mean, William did and he’s nothing like him.”

You continued eating, oblivious to the way Elliott frowned at you.

He leaned forward and said softly, “[Y/n]… do you mean to tell me William’s raped you in the past? Before you were married, I mean?”

You looked up at him and blushed, realising suddenly that Elliott appeared disturbed.

“Well… yes. It took me some time to understand the gift he was giving me by taking me in, so for a while I resisted. But I learned my place eventually… and I came to love him.”

Elliott leaned back again, his lips thinning, and the hand that lay on his lap near his gun twitched.

“Oh, please don’t tell him I told you!” you said quickly, your eyes widening with alarm when you sensed Elliott’s disapproval. “Yes, we had sex before marriage, but I was little more than a whore —”

Elliott shook his head, and you stopped talking. He sighed, looking thoughtfully out at the horizon.

“I always thought my cousin to be so stoic, so law-abiding,” he said eventually. “I suppose you never really know someone, do you?”

You didn’t really know how to respond, so you focused your attention on your plate of food. It was diminishing fast, as you were always quite hungry after sex, and you wondered if Elliott would allow you to ask the servant to bring you some more.

“My next lot of hires should be here this afternoon,” Elliott said eventually once both your plates were cleared. “I’ve gone to great lengths to hire a new sharpshooter, so he’ll be dining with us tonight, then I’ll talk business with him after we’ve eaten so that you can excuse yourself from any boring men’s talk.”

You nodded your understanding. “Who else have you hired?” you enquired curiously.

“I’ve asked the men to find a boy to sweep the chimneys and help out around the farms. Boys can be hard to find here, as they rarely get sentenced to transportation, but hopefully they were able to find one. We still have some time before they arrive - would you like to go out and see the sheep?”

Your eyes lit up, which Elliott thought very endearing. “Oh, yes, please! Do you have many?”

“A few dozen, providing the Aborigines haven’t stolen any more. We have some pregnant ewes, so perhaps you’ll be lucky enough to see a lamb being born.”

Lady Luck must have been smiling on you, because you saw not one but three lambs being born.  It was certainly not the prettiest sight to watch the shepherd pulling the lambs out of the ewe, but the sight of the mother ewe licking her babies clean while they shook the gunk from their faces was adorable.

“You handled that well,” Elliott said as you rode back towards the station, you sitting behind him on his horse with your arms wrapped around his waist.

“I’ve seen childbirth, that wasn’t dissimilar,” you replied. “I wasn’t expecting the shepherd to put his arm in the sheep, though. Or that there would be three!”

“When did a lady like you see childbirth?”

“When my brother was born.”

Elliott didn’t question you any further. When you were nearly at the station, he veered slightly from the path and helped you dismount at a treeline. He tied the horse to a secure branch, and before you could ask why you’d stopped, Elliott pushed you up against a tree and kissed you. The sun was hot, even in the shade of the trees, but his body was hotter, the heat of his desire radiating from him.

“Does watching a lamb’s birth arouse you, Elliott?” you giggled when he pulled back slightly to look down as he unbuckled his trousers.

“No, but you do,” Elliott growled. “I’ve always wanted to take a woman against a tree, spill my seed into the very ground of Australia… and I just can’t resist you any longer.”

He pulled up your skirt, pushed your bloomers past your knees, then pushed his body against yours as he slipped inside you.

Elliott was lost in the fog of his arousal, not caring much for anything but the pleasure he felt from fucking you against the rough bark of the tree. He knew your back would be red and sore later, but the thought only turned him on further. He knew that you were close enough to the path that if anyone were to travel down it, they’d hear his fierce grunts from between the trees, though you were hidden from sight. But he didn’t care about that - even if someone were to pass by, what would it matter? This land was his, and for the next week, your cunt was his too and if he wanted to fuck you on his land, there was nothing anybody could do to stop him.

He was just about aware enough to pull out of you before he came, and he thought all his Christmases must have come at once when you reached out and finished him off with your hand, even making sure to aim his cockhead towards the earth so that his seed splattered on the ground, just as he’d told you he always wanted to do.

Back at the station, you sat in the lounge of Elliott’s house with a book while he got some jobs done. Some time in the afternoon, you heard a commotion outside, and you peered through the curtains to see that a wagon had arrived from town.

You put your book down and stepped out onto the porch, securing a bonnet on your head to protect yourself from the sun, and watched as the men unloaded themselves and some luggage from the wagon. Elliott approached the men and started talking to a man who was holding a very long gun - the gunman he’d been expecting, you surmised.

“We found a boy too, sir,” said one of the men. He gave a hand to a boy who was still in the wagon and helped him down. “Got him cheap off some fella from Sydney.”

“Good news all round!” Elliott replied, tipping his hat to the boy. “Welcome to my station, kid. My name’s Elliott Marston, I run this place. What’s your name?”

“Tommy, sir. Tommy [L/n].”

Your heart skipped a beat. The last time you’d heard that name was in your husband’s courtroom, summoning him to the dock for sentence…

You hurried around the wagon to get a better look. He was a few inches taller, and leaner too, but you’d recognise your baby brother anywhere.

“Tommy!” you called out.

He turned, surprised to hear someone call his name, and it took him a few moments to recognise you - after all, you were older too, and looking like a lady rather than a street urchin - but your brother’s eyes lit up all the same.

“[Y/n]!”

With a grin, and all sense of propriety thrown out the door, you ran forward and scooped your baby brother up in your arms, spinning him in the air as you both laughed with relief at seeing each other again.

You placed him down on the ground again to get a good look at him.

“Look at you, you’re so big! And strong too, look at those arms —”

“I almost didn’t recognise you! You look so fancy! Why are you out here?”

The story of how you’d come to marry the man who’d sent Tommy here, who also happened to be the cousin of his new boss, you decided would have to come later, when you were alone. Instead, you looked up at Elliott and explained with a grin, “Elliott, this is my brother!”

Elliott raised his eyebrows in surprise, looking between the two of you. You’d never looked much alike, and now with the differences in class between you, you looked even less like siblings than ever.

“Is he now? Well, that’s a coincidence and a half. How about you two run along and have a catch up? I’ve got a few questions to ask of Mr Quigley here, then I’ll come see you about what you’ll be doing for me, Tommy.”

“Yes, sir,” said Tommy.

“Thank you, Elliott!” you said with a grin. You kissed him on the cheek, then took Tommy’s hand and ushered him inside, eager to hear all about what your baby brother had been up to for the last two years.

“Are you married to Mr Marston now?” Tommy asked as you closed the door behind you and set about grabbing the two of you some water to stay hydrated while you caught up.

“No, I’m married to his cousin. My husband’s in town, he’ll be here in a few days.”

“Can I meet him?”

You hesitated. “…Maybe.”

You handed Tommy some water, which he gulped down gratefully, then you turned the conversation to him, anxious to hear about how he’d been for the last two years. He told you about the last farm he’d worked on, which by the sounds of it had gone well until it was destroyed in a fire. The pastoralist had brought Tommy and the rest of his men who hadn’t died in the fire to Melbourne to sell them off in an attempt to recoup some of the money he’d lost, and that was where Elliott’s men had bought him.

“Does your husband have money? Do you think he could buy me from Mr Marston, then I could come live with you?” Tommy asked eagerly.

“I - I don’t know,” you replied hesitantly. “We’re only here temporarily and I don’t know if you’d be allowed to leave Australia, even if he paid for you. That’s something you’d have to ask him.”

You knew William would do most anything for you, but allowing a criminal to come back from Australia early - even if he was your brother - would be a lot to ask of him.

Just then, Elliott poked his head through the door.

“[Y/n]! We’ll be having dinner with Mr Quigley soon, so get yourself ready. Tommy, come with me, I’ll give you a quick tour of the station.”

You knew that it was important to Elliott that the dinner with Quigley went right, so you made sure to wash yourself up and wear the nicest dress you had with you. Sometimes William had people over for dinner, usually higher up judges and ministers that he wanted to impress, and he always kept you out of sight. He said it was because he didn’t want any of them to look at you hungrily, but you thought perhaps it was so you didn’t embarrass him with your lesser education.

You were flattered, then, that Elliott wanted you at this dinner and you wanted to do your best for him, to prove that you weren’t an embarrassment. You entered the dining room just as Elliott and Quigley were sitting down, and Elliott smiled when he saw you enter, his eyes lighting up when he saw the effort you’d made.

“Ah, and here’s our dinner companion now. [Y/n], this is Matthew Quigley, my new sharpshooter. Mr Quigley, this is Lady [Y/n] Turpin.”

Quigley looked at you in surprise. “A Lady? Forgive me, my Lady, we don’t have your sort where I come from. Am I supposed to bow?”

You smiled good-naturedly as you took your seat to Elliott’s left. “Of course not. And just [Y/n] is fine.”

Elliott reached over and gave your hand a squeeze. “[Y/n] here’s staying with me for a few days while her husband sorts some business out back in Melbourne. I’ll be sad to see her go, she’s been excellent company.”

You blushed, and fortunately Elliott’s manservant chose that moment to enter with the food, otherwise you might have had to answer some very awkward questions about the nature of your relationship with Elliott.

You were mostly quiet during the dinner, but you listened as Elliott talked about his passion for the American West, his guns, and the mint jelly he’d made himself. You loved how passionate he was, and you blushed when he put his hand over yours and squeezed as he talked. At one point, he paused eating his own dinner to help you cut a particularly tough piece of your lamb steak.

“Tell me about the dingoes,” Quigley said once the three of you had finished eating. “Ten pound a month shooting wild dogs seems like a whole lot for not much.”

Elliott turned to you and rested his hand on yours. “[Y/n], darling, would you excuse us? It seems it’s time to talk business.”

“Of course.”

You stood, gave Quigley a polite curtsy, and kissed Elliott on the cheek before heading outside.

You found Tommy sitting outside with the men, finishing up a dinner of their own, and they fell quiet when you approached. Elliott had warned them not to treat you like a whore, and they apparently knew no other way to treat a woman, so they opted for not talking to you at all. Tommy, however, grinned when he saw you approaching.

“Hey [Y/n]! How’s it going in there?”

“I wouldn’t know, they saved their business talk for after I left. He seemed nice enough, though. What’ve you had for dinner?”

“I think it’s rabbit,” Tommy replied thoughtfully, looking at the bones left on his plate. “What’d you have?”

“Lamb. I think —”

You were interrupted by a sudden smash, and everyone whipped their heads around towards the source of the sound just in time to see Elliott hit the ground, having apparently been thrown through the door.

Everyone ran towards him, the men pulling out their guns to apprehend the assailant and you running to Elliott’s aid.

Elliott pushed himself to his feet and raised a hand to keep everyone back.

“No, stay right where you are!”

He locked eyes with you, your brow creased with concern, and he shook his head.

“I’m fine,” he insisted before turning back towards the house. “No man knocks me out of my own house.”

He stormed back in, but a few moments later, he came out again in the exact same way, landing hard on the ground.

Elliott looked back at the gathered crowd. For a long moment, nobody moved. Elliott looked around at his men with exasperation then said, “Don’t just stand there. Get him!”

He pushed himself to his feet, leaning against the beam for support and you ran to his side to examine his wounds.

“Has he got the rifle with him?” asked one man cautiously.

“He keeps it right beside him,” said another.

Elliot grabbed the first man and threw him towards the hole that was once the door. “I said, get him!”

The man crouched by the opening, listening for movement. Inside, a candle was extinguished, leaving Quigley in the dark.

“He’s just sitting in there with that big gun,” said the man from his vantage point.

Another smash came from within the house as Quigley turned the table on its side to use as a barricade. The men spread out, more emerged from buildings with guns in hand, and Elliott pulled you away from the house.

“Elliott, what happened?”

“Man’s a lunatic, that’s what happened! You need to get yourself to safety,” Elliott insisted, but you shook your head.

“But Elliott, you’re bleeding —”

“And you’ll be bleeding worse if you get shot! Go, hide in one of the buildings, and get Tommy safe too.”

You still hesitated. You didn’t want to leave him, not just because he was injured, but because he was the only safety you had in this place.

“Go, [Y/n]. That’s an order.” He stroked the side of your face affectionately. “Let me keep you safe.”

You finally conceded and left, grabbing Tommy by the hand and pulling him behind one of the buildings.

You winced, waiting for the sound of gunfire, but it never came. There was another smash from inside the house, quieter this time, and you peeked around the side of the building to see Elliott’s manservant dragging an unconscious Quigley out into the open.

“What shall we do with him, Mr Marston?” asked one of the men.

“Shall we shoot him?” asked another.

You watched as Elliott walked up to Quigley and nudged him with his foot. Quigley rolled onto his back, apparently just about still conscious.

“Show him some of that hospitality you showed him in Melbourne, Coogan,” Elliott declared. The men clapped each other on the backs in excitement and Elliott retreated to his porch and watched as his men circled Quigley and began laughing and kicking him.

You ran up to Elliott, keeping a careful distance from his hollering men.

“Elliott, what are they doing?”

The look in Elliott’s eyes frightened you. He looked just about ready to kill Quigley himself, but when he turned his attention to you, his eyes softened. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close. You instinctively buried your head in his shoulder, as if the closer you were to him, the safer you’d be.

“They’re teaching him a lesson, [Y/n],” Elliott said in a low voice. “No one disobeys me.”

“They’re not gonna kill him, are they?”

Just then, one of the women who’d arrived in the wagon earlier ran into the circle and jumped, screaming, onto one of the men, who easily knocked her out and threw her on top of Quigley’s unconscious body.

“Wait here, sweetheart.”

Elliott kissed the top of your head then approached the men, who parted to let him through.

“Throw him in the wagon,” you heard him decide. “Haul him two days from here and dump him. Let Australia kill him.”

 As the men hurried to obey Elliott’s orders, he stormed back towards the house, where you were anxiously waiting for him on the porch. The glass crunched beneath his feet and he turned back to his men.

“And get this glass cleaned up! If [Y/n] gets even a sliver of a cut it’ll be half portion dinners for all of you!”

He beckoned you inside and you followed, treading carefully over the broken glass. Inside, the manservant was cleaning up the mess Quigley had made when he turned the table over. Elliott walked past him without acknowledgment, then headed into the lounge to sit himself on the sofa with a sigh.

You went into the kitchen, and when you emerged with a cloth and a bowl of water to clean him up, the frown on Elliott’s face melted into a smile.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he said with a weary sigh. “A beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be exposed to the ugliness of men like Quigley. If I’d known what kind of man he is…”

“I’ve seen worse,” you said truthfully as you began gently dabbing the wet cloth on his face to wash away the blood.

“You are a peculiar woman, [Y/n],” Elliott commented with mild amusement. “Lady Turpin, wife to the formidable Judge Turpin… who’s seen blood and brawls, rats and childbirth. Is London really so bad these days that even the gentry are exposed to the scum of the world?”

“I told you why my brother was transported,” you said quietly. You washed out the cloth, gave Elliott’s face one last wipe for good measure, then set to examining the tears in the cloth of his shirt. “I’ll need to take this off so I can see if you’ve got cuts on your arms.”

Elliott smirked. “You just want me to take my shirt off, don’t you?”

“You fell onto broken glass!” you insisted.

“Relax, [Y/n], I’m joking. Here.”

He pulled his waistcoat off, then let you unbutton his shirt.

“Remind me about your brother.”

You glanced up at him. You’d hoped to distract him from the topic by taking his shirt off, but no such luck.

“He stole a loaf of bread. We were starving. I - we…” You paused, sighing. “I wasn’t always a Lady, Elliott. I climbed the ranks of society when I married William. When we met, I was nothing. Just a - a seamstress’s assistant, begging Lord Turpin for my brother’s life. He’d have been sent to the gallows otherwise.”

“And so he married you?”

“Well, at first he… kept me. As a - a personal whore.” You blushed, unable to look Elliott in the eye as you dispelled the image he had in his mind of you as an innocent Lady. “But over time… we fell in love. He was going to marry his ward, Johanna, but she betrayed him for a sailor and he wanted a wife who loved him. So he married me.”

You bit your lip anxiously and finally looked up at Elliott, who was looking at you with a curious look on his face, and you weren’t sure if he was going to throw you out into the Australian wilderness along with Quigley.

“You gave yourself to a man you didn’t know… in order to save your brother’s life?”

“Well… yes. Although if he’d promised me nothing in return, only taken me because he wanted to, I’d have not had much choice. He takes what he wants, just as you do. I’m very grateful I was able to at least save Tommy at the same time.”

Elliott raised a hand to cup your cheek, his thumb gently tracing your cheekbone as if to check you were real.

“You are… remarkably brave.”

You blushed. You hadn’t been sure how Elliott would react to knowing the truth, but that certainly wasn’t what you’d have expected.

You were about to speak when Elliott laughed.

 “I’m sorry, I seem to have smudged some blood on your cheek.”

He took the wet cloth from you, washed the blood from his hands, then gently wiped the smudge from your cheek.

“There. All better. It should be my seed on your face, not my blood.”

You blushed, which made him laugh again.

“I believe you were taking my shirt off.”

“I - yes,” you stammered. You helped him ease the shirt from his shoulders, trying not to get too distracted by his chest as you examined him for cuts.

His chest and arms seemed fine, but when you asked him to lean forward, you saw he had an array of cuts on his back.

“It’s pretty nasty back here. You might be best off getting in the bath if you have the water.”

“First my shirt comes off, now you want me naked and wet. You needn’t make excuses, [Y/n].”

All the same, Elliott stood, poked his head into the dining room and instructed the manservant to draw him a bath. You sat yourself on the sofa and pointed to the floor in front of you.

“You’ve got some glass still in your skin. Sit here facing away, I’ll get it out.”

“Facing away? Are you sure?” Elliott said with a glint in his eye as he followed your instructions. “If I face you, it’ll be much easier to lick your gorgeous cunt.”

“That’s no way to speak to me when I’m picking glass out of your skin,” you said, glad he couldn’t see you blushing as you carefully pulled out the first shard. “If you distract me, I might push it back in by accident.”

“That’s true, and we don’t want you to take longer than necessary. I really do fancy that bath actually, and I’d like you to join me. I’m sure your back must be pretty beaten up too after our little escapade in the trees earlier.”

“I think my dress took most of it. I appreciate your concern, though, and I’ll gladly join you. I haven’t had a bath in months. Some people bathed in the sea during the journey but you need to be able to swim. William can swim, of course, so I just watched him.” You smiled, remembering the sight of your husband in his striped swimwear, soaking wet, climbing back onto the ship. One would almost be forgiven for thinking he was an ordinary man.

Elliott turned slightly to look over his shoulder at you.

“Do you truly love him?”

Your hand almost slipped in surprise at the audacity of the question.

“Of course I do! I love my husband more than anything! Serving him is the only thing that matters in my life.” You huffed. “Now stay still, I need to get the rest of this glass out.”

Elliott didn’t ask you anything more about William, and when the bath was ready and the glass picked from Elliott’s back, he led you into the bathroom and helped you unlace your dress.

“Mmm… the chance to see that beautiful body of yours all wet and shining, pressed up against me… it’s worth any number of cuts on my back.”

“You don’t need to get yourself cut up to get my clothes off, Elliott,” you said coyly.

Elliott grabbed the loosened neckline of your dress and pulled it down. He groaned with desire when your breasts popped out, his hands immediately wrapping around your chest to fondle them.

“‘I love my husband more than anything,’” he quoted at you mockingly. “Yet here you are getting your tits out for me.”

You turned your head away from him, not wanting him to see the upset on your face.

“I’m here because he told me to. If I had my choice, I’d still be in Melbourne with him.”

“Mmm, and what sort of husband does that make him, huh?” Elliott taunted, his hand leaving your breast to push your skirt down further and slide underneath your bloomers. “Getting you out the way, keeping you busy by offering up your most skilful services… how many whores do you think he’s had since we left Melbourne?”

Elliott was lucky he had you trapped in his arms, or else you might have slapped him.

“I’ve changed my mind. Perhaps you ought to have your bath alone.”

You tried to extract yourself from Elliott’s grip, but he was stronger than you, and he just held you tighter.

“Ah-ah-ah. I don’t think so. You said it yourself - you give me your body because your husband ordered it. And you wouldn’t want to disobey him, now, would you? No… no, I think I’ll take you right here, over the bathtub.”

He pushed you forward, forcing you to bend over the bathtub, your arse in the air while you grabbed onto the opposite edge to stop yourself from going head-first into the steaming water.

You braced yourself for the inevitable intrusion between your legs, but it never came. Elliott just stood behind you, breathing heavily, and you had no idea what he was doing or what he was thinking. Moments dragged, then finally Elliott groaned in frustration and, to your surprise, pulled you up straight again.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered against your ear, his breath hot on your cheek. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…”

He sighed, apparently lost for words.

“You’re not a whore. Nor are you my wife. I promised I’d only take what’s freely given, and I’m a man of my word. I won’t… I won’t do that to you.”

He took a step back, freeing you from the enclosure he’d locked you in between his body and the bathtub.

“Go on, you can go…”

You turned around, and to your surprise Elliott seemed embarrassed, avoiding eye contact with you.

“Who’s gonna clean the blood off your back?”

He shrugged, as if the answer was unimportant. You shook your head and pushed your skirt and bloomers to the floor, followed quickly by your shoes. Elliott watched, confused, as you undressed yourself then slid into the bath, sitting at the end with your legs open for him to climb in with you.

“Come on, then,” you said.

Elliott stripped, then climbed into the bath with you, fitting neatly between your legs with his back to you so you could begin gently sponging down his back.

“You’re a very compassionate person, [Y/n],” Elliott said quietly. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

“No. What does that word mean?”

“It means you’re kind. Even to those who don’t deserve it.”

“Everyone deserves kindness. Even those who don’t believe they deserve it. Perhaps especially them.”

Elliott wished he could embrace you, but he settled for placing his hand on your knee. He was glad you couldn’t see his face, because you might have seen the anguish on his furrowed brow, his desperate attempt to stop himself falling in love with you. But how could he not, when he almost lost control and your response was to wash his back? The joy he’d seen in your eyes when you saw the lambs’ birth, the devilish smile you gave him when you tried to be shy even as lust coursed through you, the joy on your face when you saw your brother again and the kindness with which you treated everyone you came across, even him. You’d seen him be thrown out of his own house and sentence men to their deaths, he’d almost forced himself on you over the bathtub, and yet… here you were, cleaning the wounds on his back.

As far as he was concerned, you were an angel sent to him, and by god he was going to treasure you for the rest of his life.

He just had to get your pesky husband out of the way first.

[itsthebethblogever]

Cute Abandoned Puppy

April 1, 2024

I want love but I feel unworthy.

I wanna wash away my mistakes but my hands feel dirty.

I wanna be patient but I’m already thirty.

I wanna tell my family but I don’t want them to worry.

I wanna get to the destination, fuck this uphill journey.

I wanna feel confident but my insides feel murky.

I come from a family that doesn’t express dark emotions.

And I’m repeating the pattern by escaping across oceans.

California’s too capitalist - maybe - just maybe! - if it wasn’t for the prices,

I would have stayed in the Bay Area and done hella tight shit.

Despite my roaming, I really do love my home.

Every time I return I’m reminded just how much I’ve grown.

Is this shit that I’m living all to make me realize

That Ventura’s got potential and I’ll help make it rise?

So that’s what I’ll do? After Australia, go back?

By then, maybe my brain will stop feeling so whack.

In future hindsight, when friends inquire, oh what will I tell them?

“How were your travels? The festivals?” Ah, the hell w/em.

The truth is my lack of flow has been a constant obsession.

It feels like my personality has gone through a regression.

What’s easiest is to hide my turbulent emotions with a smile.

Inside, the search for meaning perseveres, feeling longer than the Nile.

Always changing directions has me feeling like shit.

I must find my focus, the discipline to commit.

What do I want? A family. Security. Joy. Laughter.

Consistent community. A good job that matters.

A nook to read books full of cozy blankets and candles.

Card games, a shoe rack, someone to caress my love handles.

I ought to stop lying when people ask how I am.

I’m sad and I’m lost and I feel like a sham.

Constant worries about money torment my head.

It takes me an hour to get out of bed.

A laughter yoga workshop makes me wanna cry.

Even weed’s stopped helping - I’m low when I’m high.

So what is it? This funk, this era, this time?

To force me back to writing, remember to rhyme?

If so - then LOOK. I’m DOING it, OK?

Will sharing my feelings make the problem go away?

I’ve been banged on my head again and again.

If I was a bear, I’d crawl straight to my den.

There, nobody’d bother me and I’d have a look

Deep inside myself, meditate, and probably write a book.

About a woman who presented so happy go lucky

And underneath hid fear, like a cute abandoned puppy.

Afterword:

During the year I lived in Melbourne, I struggled to find a job that could support myself and the year long program I committed to. This and the dreadful weather lead to me spending much of my time at home, avoiding spending and the cold. Now that I’m traveling I’m feeling much better, yet, I find it hard to carry a conversation and banter with those around me. There is something in me that’s blocked or needs processing or something, which is the confusion I speak about. On May 27th I’ll attend a 10 day Vipassana silent meditation retreat, which I’m hoping will help. Let’s see how I go. Thanks for reading y’all, love to you <3

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Boosting Your Visibility & Downloads with ASO Strategies for Fitness App Development

Fitness app development takes substantial effort, but ensuring people can actually find and download your app is just as crucial for success. This is where App Store Optimization (ASO) comes in - optimizing your app's store listing to boost visibility and drive more conversions.

With over 4 million apps vying for attention on major app stores like the Apple App Store and Google Play, standing out is enormously challenging. You need a data-driven, strategic ASO plan to improve your fitness app's rankings, visibility and ultimately, its number of downloads.

In this comprehensive blog post, we will explore proven, actionable ASO strategies and tips to apply for giving your fitness app development services a leg up in app store search.

Conduct Thorough Keyword Research

The foundation of any effective app store optimization strategy is comprehensive keyword research. Identifying the right target keywords and phrases that potential users are actually searching for when hunting for apps like yours is key. The keywords you choose to focus on through your ASO efforts should strike the right balance - sufficient monthly search volume indicating demand but relatively low competition so your fitness app can realistically rank well.

Here are some tips to keep in mind for doing systematic keyword research as part of your fitness app ASO:

Study your competitor apps that currently rank well around your targeted niche. See what keywords they are ranking for - these keywords obviously have strong potential since they have already proven successful in driving rankings for competing listings.

Make good use of Google Trends to spot rising and trending fitness related keywords that are gaining more searches. Being quick to target these emerging keywords can give you a nice early boost.

Don't just focus on generic keywords but also consider relevant long tail keyword phrases like "HIIT workout app for beginners" that are more targeted and tend to face lower competition. These long tail variants offer big potential.

Factor in location by including local keywords like "yoga app San Francisco" or "meditation app Australia" to go after geographic app demand. Location optimizations boost your visibility and relevance in specific countries and cities.

In addition to keywords themselves, research the types of fitness app related questions people are asking through search like "what is the best free workout log app?" Your content can then be optimized to answer and target these information seeking questions.

By taking a comprehensive approach to keyword research for your fitness app and analyzing both volume and competitiveness, you will be able to identify the optimal terms to target through your ASO efforts. Robust keyword research lays the groundwork for App Store Optimization success by revealing where the opportunities lie.

Craft an Optimized App Title and Description

Your app's title and description are often the first elements a potential user notices when searching for related keywords in the app stores. Optimizing these critical components for your top targeted keywords is crucial for App Store Optimization.

Tips for an Effective App Title:

Place your most important keywords towards the front of the title, since keywords included in the beginning carry more weight in App Store search algorithms. But keep your overall title succinct, clear and descriptive given tight character limits.

Include relevant keywords like "workout", "weight loss", "fitness tracker", etc to help users quickly grasp your app category and focus when scanning titles.

Use power words like "best", "ultimate", "free", "trainer" etc to add appeal and grab user attention.

Always test at least 2 to 3 short, compelling title variations with different power words, keywords placement etc. Extensive A/B testing of titles is key to determine what converts users most effectively.

Closely analyze click-through rates from App Store search results to your listing page to identify the titles that gain the most interest.

Design an Engaging, Recognizable App Icon

Your fitness app icon is essentially the face of your app across app stores. An eye-catching, memorable icon can go a long way in boosting clicks and driving more downloads. Some key considerations for designing an icon that converts:

Keep your design clean, simple and meaningful. The icon should give users a sense of what your app is about at first glance. Don't overload it.

Use bold, vibrant colors that stand out on the small canvas without clashing. Bright, attractive colors often grab more user attention.

Ensure your icon renders crisply and clearly at tiny sizes like 57x57px where it will be displayed in stores. Zooming in is important.

Text generally doesn't scale or convey much meaning. Rely on visual symbolism rather than words to communicate your app's identity and purpose.

Leverage your valuable app icon real estate to make the right impression on users browsing the app stores. Put thought into your design to maximize visual appeal. A fitting, professional-looking icon plays a role in driving conversions.

Spotlight Benefits through App Store Screenshots

Screenshots provide a window into your actual fitness app user experience. They play an integral role in convincing potential users of your app's value. Follow these best practices when deciding which screenshots to showcase:

Strategically highlight your app's core features, capabilities and strengths across the first 2-3 screenshots. Focus on visuals that convey key benefits.

Include explanatory captions like "Intuitive workout builder" to call out what each screenshot specifically demonstrates about your app.

Pick visually impressive pages like data insights, progress dashboards and innovative features to showcase in screenshots.

Remember to tailor screenshots across device types - phones, tablets, watches, TV etc. Show your app's flexibility.

Thoughtfully crafted, annotated screenshots paired with concise captions allow you to highlight the most compelling aspects of your fitness app. Invest time into creating screenshot visuals that sell.

Carefully Select Appropriate App Categories

Categorizing your app properly plays an important role in App Store Optimization by ensuring your app surfaces more often for relevant searches and gets delivered to interested users. Here are some tips for picking ideal categories:

Carefully review your keyword research and identify related categories that contain those keywords - for example, if your target keywords point to "Health & Fitness", choose that primary category.

Select sub-categories that closely match your app's specific purpose rather than vague, broad ones - "Fitness" or "Exercise" are more fitting than just "Health & Fitness".

Read category descriptions end-to-end before applying them to your app listing to confirm your app truly aligns with the category focus.

Cross-check where competing apps are categorized to get ideas on which categories work best for your app niche.

Follow platform rules for categories - Apple currently allows picking 1 primary and 1 sub-category while Google Play supports up to 2 categories.

Choosing clear, descriptive categories tailored to your fitness app purpose increases visibility for searches you care about while reducing irrelevant traffic. Get your categorization right.

Conclusion

App Store Optimization is an ongoing process that requires continually testing, tracking data and optimizing your listing. While ASO is crucial today, its importance may diminish in the future as app discovery evolves.

Emerging discovery channels like fitness app development recommendation engines, social sharing, direct marketing and voice search are gaining traction. As these formats mature, developers may be able to rely less on ASO for conversions. However, optimizing your listing will likely continue driving significant app visibility and downloads in the foreseeable future.

At Consagous Technologies, our fitness app developers stay on top of the latest trends in app store optimization, development and mobile marketing. As a leading fitness app development company, we leverage proven ASO growth strategies tailored specifically for fitness apps. Our comprehensive end-to-end services help fitness entrepreneurs, gyms and studios successfully launch and market apps that deliver results.

Want to boost downloads for your fitness app idea? Get in touch with our fitness app developers today for a free consultation!

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Take a Break and Meditate

Find a comfortable position and close your eyes.

Take a deep breath in, filling your lungs with air.

Exhale slowly, letting go of any tension or stress.

Bring your attention to the sensations in your body. Notice any areas of tightness or relaxation.

Shift your focus to your breath. Observe the natural rhythm of your inhales and exhales.

As thoughts arise, acknowledge them without judgment and gently guide your attention back to your breath.

Allow yourself to fully immerse in the present moment, letting go of worries about the past or future.

Take a few more deep breaths, cultivating a sense of calm and tranquility.

When you're ready, slowly open your eyes and carry the peace you've cultivated into the rest of your day.

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Subject W42

CW: Guns, PTSD, Lost love, blood, bullet wounds

It was early for me by the time I got off the plane, still not used to the time change. I was given a badge that read “ALL ACCESS” before I was escorted by a security guard down a narrow, white painted hallway. The door had a military insignia emblazoned on the glass, but I didn’t recognize which division it was. The automatic door opened to a dark room that had fluorescent blue lights hanging from the tall ceilings, and the temperature set at 69 degrees Fahrenheit. The air was thick with the scent of metal and axe body spray. Doing field research in the great barrier islands, it had been a while since I had been in an actual lab, but I was pretty sure this wasn’t the smell of greatness that I had heard so much about.

Before formally entering the lab, a few young scientists showed me to a set of changing rooms to get into proper attire. This room had bright white lights hanging from the ceiling, causing me to squint as my eyes adjusted. The dim white lights made my tanned skin look darker than it was. My wavey, golden bronze hair looked redder against the stark white lab coat they insisted I wear. I was permitted to stay in my decorative black yoga pants, light blue top, and gray high-top sneakers. Looking in the full-length mirror of the dressing room, I noticed I had lost some weight, and now had a faint hourglass figure. Living like a pirate for the past three years looks good on me, I thought with a smirk.

As I walked into the lab, I didn’t mean to stand on ceremony, but I honestly had no idea who I was supposed to be meeting with. That was, until an older woman in a lab coat and stubby heels walked up to me with open arms.

“Doctor O’Dame we are so glad you’re here! Well don’t stand in the doorway, come in!” she said with a slight British accent. Even with her slender frame, her hug was strong enough to make a bear think twice. She wore thick rimmed glasses, and her mousey brown hair with slim silver streaks was tied messily in a tight bun. Her ID badge said Doctor M. Braver.  Even in heels she wasn’t too much taller than I was. Her face was a bit weathered, but her green eyes were still young. She sounded like she had drunk about ten cups of espresso that morning.

“Yes, it must have cost the company a fortune to fly me back in from Australia,” I said.

“Oh yes! The land down under,” she cooed in a fake Australian accent of her own “How is it down there, mate?”

“Quite horrid this time of year actually. Tourists come in  and mess with my studies and what not,” I said with a small laugh and a smile.

I was astonished by the machinery that surrounded me. The blinking lights, the constant clicking of keyboards, the stark brightness of computer screens. Not to mention the array of color-coded wires all leading to different ports. Catching my reflection in one of the monitors, I noticed the lights highlighted the blue flecks in my typically hazel eyes.

A siren wailed from another room, causing me to gasp quietly and start to shake slightly. I haven’t been able to go near an alarm of any kind in the past few years, especially not a fire alarm. They always hurt my ears, but after the accident, the mere mention of one made my heart race.

“Doctor O’Dame?” Doctor Braver asked.

“Yeah, sorry,” I replied, slowly centering myself back to reality. “The boat doesn’t have nearly this many-um- lights. It’s just a bit…distracting.”

“Yes, well, you get used to it after a few years. That, and the fact that no one in this damn lab knows how to make a proper cup of tea. Anyway, I have much to show you!”

She formally introduced herself and guided me around the lab, quickly catching me up on all of the work they had been doing over the years. “Our idea was that we could enhance both animal and human DNA, creating a whole new form of- “

“Super soldier?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“In a word, yes. We thought we could take each of the best elements of some of the strongest animals in the world, and transfer them to a human. Maybe not all at once but definitely over time, or one animal skill per test group.”

She continued explaining as we entered another room, decorated in the same fashion as the first, with five more rows of fancy computers and their adjoining scientists. Do these guys ever blink? I thought.

At the front of the room, there was a large sofa, a wooden table, and some clipboards and pens, on top of a platform. About six feet in front of the platform was a sheet of clear thick plexi-glass, that I’m assuming was only one way. On the other side of the glass looked like a padded prison cell. A slab of concrete for the floor, three walls made of pillows and at the very back was a steel door with a single small window near the middle.

“This Doctor O’Dame, is where you come in,” she said pleasantly as she led me up to the couch.  Another scientist then handed me a clipboard with my name at the back in glittering calligraphy:

Doctor Siena O’Dame

“We flew you in for two very important reasons.” She continued, “The first being your expertise in large mammal and human psychology. And while some argue that humans are large mammals, I can assure you that it is a very important distinction.”

As I took a seat, the sofa slowly began to move, and I saw the first product of their experiment as we glided past the cell. A man with tattoos covering his arms, wearing a black tank top, khaki cargo pants, and tan sneakers. The sofa stopped abruptly, and bright blue lettering appeared on the glass.

Jonathan Frome

Age: 26

Division: U.S. Marine

Position: Test subject B45

Status: Stable

“B45? What does that mean?” I asked.

“It means, Doctor O'Dame, that Mr. Frome was our 45th subject to be genetically manipulated with Oryctolagus Cuniculus DNA.”

“You gave him bunny DNA?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

“You know your geno-types. Yes, Doctor O’Dame, he now has the keen hearing ability, similar to that of a rabbit. Combined with his human DNA, Mr. Frome can now hear in a wider range of tones and from a further distance than any human can ever dream of.”

“Remarkable,” I said, rising from my seat.

“Yes, the company spared no expense.”

“Clearly.”

Then the platform shifted again, causing me to trip back into my original place on the sofa. I wrote down some notes from each subject we passed. Each one was dressed in a similar fashion, each one looked human, and each one we passed was considered “stable.” A few even waved “hello” as we passed.

G15: Gorilla DNA, now the strongest mammal known to man; T22: Sea Turtle DNA, can hold her breath for up to eight hours; O34: Ostrich DNA, can run up to speeds of 50 miles an hour.

Before we got to the next room, near the end of the alphabet of test subjects, I asked, “Not that I’m not grateful, but you seem to have this under control. Why do you need me?”

“Because, while the transfer of DNA went well physically, some of our patients have been having a bit of a hard time adjusting psychologically. Most of the cases we were able to handle, except for one. Which brings us to the second reason why you’re here.”

The sofa moved to the next room and stopped once more.

In the dark padded room, in the very corner, sat a beast like none other I had seen. This one didn’t look human. He was covered in dark brown fur and had giant paws for hands and feet. It had ripped through its shirt, and only the top half of his pants remained. Its bowl was overflowing with cereal, and its water created a ring of rust on the metal bowl.

“You created a werewolf? An actual werewolf?” I breathed, curious as ever.

“Well…yes.” Dr. Braver responded. “And…no.”

Then the projector cast the creature’s information on the glass, and I read a name I never thought I would see again.

JUSTIN HERSHEY

AGE: 33

Division: Coast Guard, Engineer

Position: Test Subject W42

Status: Unstable, Dangerous

Tears welled in my eyes, and my breath caught in my lungs. “Justin?”

“You know this subject. What was he to you?” Doctor Braver asked.

“He…” I stroked my fingers for a ring that wasn’t there, “He was my fiancé.”

“Doctor O’Dame, I’m so sorry. I…I didn’t know.”

“It’s ok. Calling off the engagement was a mutual agreement when he shipped out on his first mission. Though, when he said he was going into the service, I never thought this was what he meant.” I went to place my hand on the cold plexi-glass. “How? How is he here? I…I went to his funeral. We… we buried a casket, I- “

“I know you must have a lot of questions- “

“Why did you bring me here?” I shouted at Doctor Braver, my blood boiling.

“Doctor, let me explain.” She said calmly, “You were listed as Mr. Hershey’s emergency contact when he first started the study. Before he underwent transformation, he never got a chance to change it. At first, we didn’t think anything would go wrong. If only we had known.”

I was at a loss for words. What was I supposed to say when I had just found out my ex- fiancé, whom I thought was dead, had been turned into a werewolf?

“I…I want to see him,” I said as I hopped off the platform.

“No, Doctor O’Dame! Wait- “

Before I could hear her warning, I headed for the door that read restricted access, and to my surprise, opened it with ease. I turned left down a narrow hallway, then left again to find myself in a much larger hallway lined with steel doors. Each door was labeled with the test subject’s ID. A55, B45, C67. It felt like a dizzying game of Bingo.

Finally, I found Justin’s door.

W42. DO NOT ENTER.

But I couldn’t resist. I had to see him for myself.

I unlocked the door with my key card, and gently pushed it open. I walked in slowly, giving my eyes time to adjust to the poorly lit space. The beast they claimed was Justin had moved from the corner I last saw him in. I slowly shuffled my way to the center of the room where the light was brightest, and stood frozen. From the darkness, I heard a deep growl rumble from behind me. My heart skipped a beat, as I slowly turned around and saw it. Two glowing teal eyes surrounded by dark fur and accented with a wicked smile of sharp white teeth. He had the body and face of a wolf, but the kindness in his eyes was still human.

I backed away slowly with my arms extended.

“Justin? It’s me. Please.”

The beast's face softened, but only for a moment. It shook its massive head, and resumed snarling at me.

“Justin. Please I-“ Like any good predator, he had backed me against a wall.  “Please.”

Then the beast pounced toward me, and I fainted.

In my subconscious, I remembered how Justin looked the last time I saw him alive. Justin was never extremely muscular, but he was strong enough for my liking. When he was human, he had messy blond hair, and pale blue eyes that drew you in.

When I finally came too, I was greeted by a bright white light, which was a bit concerning to say the least. Shortly after however, Doctor Braver came into focus.

“WHAT were you thinking? Going in there all alone? Are you mad?” She screamed at me, throwing her hands in the air.

“Completely bonkers. But that’s what makes me a great scientist,” I said, sitting up on the gurney. I noticed my right forearm was wrapped in gauze, and they had three distinct lines of blood casting a shadow on them.

“It’s what’s going to get you killed in this lab!” She scolded me, with her face scrunched as tightly as her bun. “Subject W42 is the reason you were brought here in the first place, and if you had let me finish before running off like that, I would have told you why! Subject W42-”

“Justin! His name is Justin!” I corrected through gritted teeth.

“Not anymore,” Doctor Braver said solemnly. It sent shivers down my spine thinking about what she meant.

“We attempted this experiment with other subjects. He was the only one who survived. You were almost right when you first saw him, Doctor O’Dame.” She said sitting spread eagle on a chair, “He is a werewolf. But not in the sense that he changes with the full moon, or has a feud with a sparkly vampire. No, our werewolf is something that science has never seen before. And we need you to crack him.”

“Me?”

“Yes! You see Doctor O’Dame there were moments in the experiment where, even in wolf form, he would tap your name in morse code on the door. Well, that and Harley, but we couldn’t find a ‘Harley’ with any relation to him. So, we assumed he meant like a motorcycle or boat he had.”

“Harley? He tapped Harley?”

“Yes! Does that mean something?”

“It used to. We used to joke that we were like Harley Quinn and Deadpool, because of our jobs. Him being a soldier and I being a psychologist. Not to mention the color schemes matched. So, we came up with a catchphrase of sorts. ‘Deadpool and Harley, forever and always.”

Then I remembered something I hadn’t in a very long time. The way he looked at me, the way he smiled, the way it felt when his arms were wrapped around me. Justin was only about a foot taller than I was when he was human, now he towered over me. Once again, tears welled in my eyes, but I kept them back. Then I looked down at my bandaged arm.

“I need to go back in.”

“We thought you might. So, this time, safety measures are going to be put in place. We’re going to put you both in a bigger room, and we’re going to turn on the sensors for your protection. This time, he won’t be able to hurt you.”

They had me change into my own set of black tank top and cargo shorts before they escorted me to the new room where Justin and I were to meet. The path we took to get there resembled a maze, but I guessed it was just another one of their precautions. I no longer felt like another doctor in the lab. Now, I was another test dummy for them to run experiments on.

When we reached the room, the steel door was labeled in the same fashion as the rest of them.

Caution! Experimentation in progress!

Authorized personnel only.

After the stunt I pulled with the first trial of this experiment, I was no longer “authorized personnel.”

They left me alone in front of the door, and told me to wait for further instruction.

“Whenever you’re ready Doctor O’Dame,” a voice finally said from an overhead speaker.

I grasped the handle of the metal door and took a deep breath. I opened the door slowly, and shuffled my way in. The door shut behind me and I heard it automatically lock once more. No way out.

Once again, the beast was nowhere in sight.

“Justin?” I called out. “Justin, it’s me. Siena.” I heard a small growl, and I froze once more. “Jay, I won’t let them hurt you. Just…just come on out, and we can talk. Okay?”

From the end of the room, he emerged into the light on his hind legs. His claws were almost as sharp as his teeth. He stood ten feet tall, and at least six feet wide. He had his paws crossed and his tail between his legs.

He dropped down to all fours, almost cowering before me.

“H-h-Harley?” the beast moaned in a low, gruff voice. The beast looked me up and down. When he saw my bandages, he stepped back and whimpered.  “Harley… hurt?”

“You can talk?” I said in astonishment.

The beast grunted in agreement. “I…hurt…Harley.”

“No, no! I’m ok. I know Justin would never hurt me.”

The beast recoiled at the sound of the name.

“No. Not…Justin.” The beast grunted. Every time he said Justin’s name, it seemed to pain him.

“Not Justin? Where is he?” I asked the beast inching forward.

“Justin…here.”

I inched forward even closer, “What do you mean- “

Suddenly, the wolf lunged for me once again, pushing me into the far wall of the cell, setting off the sirens and initiating the safety protocol. The sirens wailed, and my vision began to blur. Tears streamed down my face, my body began to shake, and my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I curled into a fetal position and just wanted it to stop. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw what used to be Justin convulse as well, until he collapsed in a heap on the floor.

When the sirens finally turned off, and I was able to stand and see straight again, I marched over to the door and banged my fists on it until it opened.

“Take me to see Doctor Braver, NOW!” I demanded the young scientist who opened the door for me. He led me to the office where Doctor Braver, as well as a few other scientists were working.

“Turn them off.” I said through gritted teeth.

“What?” Doctor Braver looked at me, puzzled.

“I said turn the sensors off!”

“Are you mad? If we turn the sensors off, that THING could kill you!”

“But he won’t!” I said sternly.

Doctor Braver and I stared at each other, unyielding, for what seemed like hours. Neither of us wanted to back down.

“He wasn’t trying to hurt me, doctor, he was trying to protect me! He didn’t want me to trigger the sensor myself! He was trying to push me out of the way!”

“And why was he trying to keep you out of the sensor?”

“Because Justin knows I have P.T.S.D, and alarms are my trigger! Whether you know it or not, my Justin is still in there!”

Everyone in the room was taken aback by my statement. They all looked to Doctor Braver for what to say next.

“If you die,” she finally rasped, “We have no other option. We’ll have to kill him. He’s too dangerous to release.”

“Doctor, he will not hurt me,” I said firmly.

After a long pause, the doctor released the tension in her shoulders and gave the command. “Turn off the sensors.”

Once again, I was escorted to the room where Justin was, only this time, Doctor Braver came with us.  “Doctor O’Dame,” She started hesitantly, “it didn’t say anything in your file about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, if I had known- “

“It’s not something I readily talk about.”

“Right.” She looked slightly embarrassed. “I am quite curious though. Why do alarms affect you so? For the sake of your own safety.”

I looked down at the floor as we walked. It wasn’t something I enjoyed reliving. “When I was in high school,” I began, “a shooter came to my school. They pulled the fire alarm to try and flush us all out into the parking lot. The teachers didn’t let us leave. Instead, they told us to stack desks against the door, and sit in the corner as quietly as possible. An hour. That’s how long it took them to turn off the alarm. Most of us came out untouched. Most of us.” I pulled up my shirt to reveal a small scar from where a bullet pierced my stomach. “The shooter broke through the glass window in the door and aimed the gun at one of my friends. Doctors said it would have killed her if I didn’t shield her. It’s a small price to pay to be a ‘hero’.”

All of us were silent for the rest of the walk.

When we reached the door, I was again left alone until I was ready to go in.

Once inside, I walked calmly to the center of the room and sat Indian style on the cold concrete floor. Then, I waited for him to come out.

After a minute or two, he too came into the light and sat down in front of me, looking even larger and more intimidating than the last time.

“Hi again,” I said with a smile.

No response.

“I promise I won’t let them hurt you this time. Not again.”

The wolf shifted its weight a bit, but didn’t respond.

“Where is Justin?” I asked the wolf, standing.

“Justin…here.”

“Where? Inside of you? Did you…eat him?”

“No,” he said, shaking his massive head. “Justin…here.” The giant wolf said as he bowed, touching his nose to his heart.

“Justin… is in your heart?”

The giant creature shook its head once more. Then, he laid as flat on his stomach as he could and shifted until he was inches away from me. “Justin…here.” The beast repeated.

“I’m sorry, but I… I don’t understand.” I said, dropping to my knees.

Then the creature searched around the room for something. When he came to a chair, he slowly moved it across the room to where he had been sitting before.

“Justin…” Then he ran behind the chair, making himself as small as possible.

“Justin…is hiding?” I asked.

The beast excitedly wagged its tail.

“Justin’s hiding! From who?” I asked, just as excited.

The beast looked disappointed in me. Then he repeated the same motion as before. “Justin…here.” Then he hid behind the chair.

Several times he repeated this motion.

Think Siena. What is Justin trying to tell you? Justin. Here. Hide. Justin, is here, but he’s not hiding? Then I remembered something I hadn’t before. When Justin was packing to leave, he took one book with him, Jekyll and Hyde.

I remembered the way our dimly lit apartment smelled of burnt garlic bread and lasagna. Justin attempted to make me dinner before he left. We drank a white wine we had been saving for a special occasion, and then I helped him pack. We kept getting distracted, and slow dancing to the music we turned on. Our hands fit together like Tarzan and Jane’s, and our bodies seemed to move as one.

“Justin, my Deadpool,” I whispered as we danced, “Even though our engagement’s been called off until you get back, I can’t wait to marry you,” I said, kissing him gently.

“As you wish, my Harley,” he whispered back.

When the song ended, we turned off the music and finished packing his remaining few items.

Then, we crawled into bed, and he grabbed Jekyll and Hyde off the nightstand. Gently wrapping his arms around me, he read aloud from the book. I mindlessly traced the veins on his hand with my thumb, memorizing every divot of his skin as he read. “I learned to recognize the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both.”

He wasn’t hiding from me; he was telling me his name!

“Justin!” I shouted excitedly. The beast stopped. “Chapter ten. Page one hundred and four. That was the last thing you read to me before you left. Before Justin left. That next morning, I found a note on your coffee cup, ‘Forever and Always my Harley. Love Deadpool.”

The beast jumped up and down excitedly, shaking the entire room and knocking me over. When he saw me on the ground, the monster froze, calmed down, and walked over to me. He helped me to my feet, but he remained on all fours.

“Can…Can Justin hear me?” I asked.

Again, the creature nodded.

“You’re not Justin?”

The creature shook its head.

“What should we call you?”

The beast didn’t answer.

“Grog? Steve? Fluffy?”

The beast shook its head in disapproval.

“How about Hyke? It’s like Hulk, but…cooler.” I suggested.

“H-h-Hyke. Me…Hyke. Justin…here.”

“Okay, different question. Can Justin ever come back?”

This time the creature nodded, and gently smiled.

“How?”

Before I got an answer the room filled with a sweet-smelling white smoke. My vision went blurry, and my limbs felt as if they weighed 100 pounds each. I felt my entire body wobble, and my legs gave out. And once again, the room went dark.

When I woke up, I was back in my hotel room, as if it was all a bad dream. But, if it was a bad dream, I would still be in Australia, on my boat, studying the wildlife of the deep. No. This experiment was all too real. On my bedside table, on the base of the lamp I saw a sticky note.

“Javier will pick you up at 8:30 am. Sorry about the possible hangover.

- Doctor Braver”

I looked at the digital clock next to the lamp, 6:13am. Not knowing what else to do, I looked through the pay-per-view movies on the hotel tv, and thankfully found an old version of Jekyll and Hyde. The quality was gritty, and the voices were a bit distorted, but it gave me what I needed.

The movie ended at 8:15, leaving me just enough time to get coffee from a nearby Starbucks, and meet Javier outside of the hotel.

The car he picked me up in had black out windows, and a screen dividing the front and back seats. I wasn’t sure whether to be scared or honored.

When we finally reached the facility, two of the scientists asked me to change into my tan attire, and a lab coat.

“I need to speak to Doctor Braver immediately,” I said once I finished getting changed.

“No need to file a formal invitation Doctor, I’m right here,” she assured me, coming from behind a changing curtain herself.

“Doctor Braver, I think I know how we can bring Justin back- “

“Bring him back?” Braver laughed. “We don’t want him back.”

“What do you mean? Isn’t that why you brought me here?”

“Good heavens no! We want you to train him! Make him like the other patients. You know…obedient.”

“Obedient? But he’s clearly not like the other subjects! He’s- “

“Different? He’s…stronger? Kinder? Oh no I’ve got it, he loves you more than anything in the world, and you know in your heart that he wants to come back to you!” she mocked. “Trust me, Doctor. I’ve heard it all before.”

“You…you knew? You knew he was trying to get to me?”

“Well, not at first. But after your first encounter with him, it became very clear that he still had some of his conscious mind left. He did put up one hell of a fight though.”

“He never scratched me, did he? You did. When I was unconscious.”

“Yes. But we had no choice.”

“No choice? You’re scientists, there’s always another choice- “

“Not this time!”

My head was spinning. How could she have done this? How could I have been so stupid as to let it happen?

“An antidote. Do you have an antidote?” I sneered.

“Of course we do, don’t be stupid. We have an antidote for all our subjects. It’s called a gun.”

She pointed a small handgun at me, and whatever scientists were still in the room had fled.

“This isn’t right Doctor Braver. You know it as well as I do. Plus, what’s a simple bullet to a beast like that?” My voice shook. I raised both of my hands, but didn’t move otherwise.

“The government isn’t paying me to do things right, Doctor O’Dame. They’re paying me and my boss for results! And if you won’t do it, then there are plenty of others just like you who will. And as for the bullet, you’re absolutely right. You see this particular bullet is lined with a poison of my own creation. When our first bullets didn’t work, we had to get a bit more... creative. Like you said, there’s always another way. Now, you have two choices, either get in the cage and make that MONSTER do as we tell it to, or suffer the same fate it does.”

“Fine! I’ll help you.” I said after a minute or two. “But I want in. I won’t put my life on the line without getting something in return.”

“That can be arranged.” She said lowering the weapon.

“I want a gun of my own. For protection.”

She looked me up and down, then called back to the room without breaking eye contact. “Emily! Get Doctor O’Dame a gun.”

I was given a small handgun, loaded without poison bullets. Then we walked back to the steel doored room where Justin was being kept. I tried to memorize every turn we took. Left, right, second hallway, door code 3-3-6-4, right. After a while, the directions got jumbled in my head, and the various codes seemed to morph together. Damn security measures.

This time, Doctor Braver went in with me. We both made our way to the center of the room, and waited for Hyke to make an appearance.

A growl came from the darkness, this time accompanied by the sound of chains. He came through the darkness snarling at Doctor Braver, choke collar secured around his neck. Blood dripped from where the collar was screwed into his skin.

“You chained him up?”

“You might be willing to greet him without precaution, but I’m not. When you had the sensors shut off, I had to resort to different means.”

Hyke let out a deafening bark that reverberated around the room.

“Down doggie. Don’t make this worse than it has to be,” was all Doctor Braver said.

I walked over to Hyke, and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry they’re doing this to you,” I whispered. “We’ll figure a way out. I promise.” I looked at Doctor Braver, “He won’t hurt you while I’m here. The chains aren’t needed.”

“My dear, do you think I was born yesterday?” she said with a chuckle. “He’s in shackles because he only listens to you. Take those off, and I lose all the power.”

This was the final straw. I unholstered my gun and aimed it at her, and she did the same with me.

“I don’t want to shoot you Ms. O’Dame. Don’t be- “

“It’s Doctor O’Dame!”

“Either way, don’t be stupid. Put the gun away, and we can forget you ever took it out in the first place.”

Hyke growled at her once again, and shielded me partially with his right paw. Even in this state, all he wanted to do was protect me.

“It’s two against one Doctor Braver. I wouldn’t take my chances.” I threatened from behind him.

“I would.” She let a bullet fly, and so did I.

As if in slow motion, Hyke moved in front of me, pulling against his shackles making the spikes of the collar rip into his throat. Before the poisoned bullet reached me, it entered his ribs instead. He yelped, and blood flowed from his neck, and his side. At this rate, even without the poison, he was losing too much blood to survive. He collapsed onto me, knocking me to the ground and rendering me unable to move.

My bullet on the other hand just grazed the doctor’s shoulder. She turned and winced in pain, clutching her arm. She manically laughed as she turned back to face the two of us.

“We could have been so good together, Doctor O’Dame! Could you imagine what this thing could do? No more war! No more guns or hidden bombs! This creature could have created world peace!” She broadly gestured, as if making an award-winning speech.

“Or started a dog fight where everyone loses.” I grimaced, slowly being crushed by Hyke.

“There will always be winners and losers!” She began walking toward us, “It’s up to us to decide which side of history we’re going to be on.” She crouched down low, so that she and I were face to face. “Too bad neither of you will be there to see it.”

She placed the barrel of the gun to my forehead.

In that instant, Hyke used his last bit of strength to grab Doctor Braver in his jaw and snap her in two. She didn’t even have time to scream, but the sound of her broken bones and shredded muscles rang in our ears.

Hyke tossed her to the side, and laid back down on top of me.

“Justin, I'm so sorry. I thought I could get us out of this. I thought I could save you.” I said through tears. “Maybe I still can.”

I rifled through his fur to find where the bullet pierced his skin. I followed the trail of blood to find the hole, and as carefully as I could, tried to find the lodged bullet. Compared to Hyke’s massive size, my fingers were like tweezers.

When I finally managed to pull the bullet out, I tossed it to the side, but not before it left a lime green residue on my fingers.

“I can reverse engineer a cure. Just…just hold on please!” I screamed to the empty room for help. “I need a doctor! Please! Somebody help him!” But no one came.

Hyke stirred slightly, wincing in pain.

“Harley,” he moaned. “Justin…l-l-love…Harley. Hyke…love…Harley.”

“No. Please. I just got you back. Don’t go.” I said tears streaming down my face.

In my arms, Hyke began to shift and shake. His paws turned back into feet and hands, his fur began to fall off, and his facial features began to look more human. As Hyke convulsed, his massive collar and chains fell to the ground next to him, causing a loud crash of metal on the concrete.

“Hyke? What’s happening?” I said backing away.

Hyke continued to convulse, and he grew smaller and smaller, until he was fully human and a bloody mess on the floor.

I crawled back over to him, and lifted his body onto my lap. I brushed some hair away from his closed eyes, but recognized him still.

“Hyke?...Justin?”

Whoever this was, I was now crying into his chest.

“Hey beautiful,” came a voice that I finally recognized.

“Justin?”

“Yeah,” he assured me in a raspy, pained voice. “It’s me.”

I pulled him close and let out a sigh of relief. He groaned from the pain.

I frantically apologized, then asked “So, you’re going to be okay right? You can come home?”

He looked at me with the kindest eyes, and I knew then that I wouldn’t like the answer to my question.

“Siena,” he wiped a tear from my eye, “you are my home.”

“No. No, it can’t end like this. We can’t end like this! I can’t lose you again! I can help you. I can fix this!”

“Stop. Siena, please…stop.” He kissed me gently, “Siena, you could never truly lose me.” Then, with his dying breath said, “I love you, my beautiful Siena. Forever and always.”

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Global Athleisure Market Expected to Reach $257.1 Billion by 2026

 Athleisure market size was valued at $155.2 billion in 2018, and is projected to reach $257.1 billion by 2026, growing at a CAGR of 6.7% from 2019 to 2026. In 2018, North America accounted for nearly 38.4% share of the athleisure market. 

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Athleisure refers to a type of casual clothing designed to be worn for exercise and general use. The most common athleisure outfits are leggings, yoga pants, sweatpants, gym tanks, sports bras, hoodies, tights, shorts, sneakers, and others. These type of products have been gaining higher traction among customers who adopt a healthy lifestyle and at the same time seek for comfort and flexibility in wearing clothes or shoes. Millennials are the key target customers in the global athleisure market growth. 

Millennials tend to take a more holistic approach to health and wellness factor. They are active and always keen to indulge in fitness oriented activities. Fitness has become an integral part of one’s daily routine. Taking in account on millennials’ perception on fitness, athleisure brands have successfully built an emotional connect between their products and customer. These customers specifically seek for apparels that promote an active lifestyle.

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In its most recent trends, athleisure has been gaining preference over denim. Though in the early 2000, denim experienced higher level of demand among the customer, where consumers were willing to spend $200-$300 for a pair of jean. However by the end of 2010, the average denim expenditure among the customers was around $25. This sustaining trend, clearly indicates that customer have higher preference for athleisure products which is a blend of sports and fashion industry. 

Due to the rise in demand for different types of athleisure products, the market has been evolving continuously in terms of its product offerings. Innovation material and technology are being used in designing and producing athleisure product ensuring odor free, stretch ability, sweat-wicking, and protection from dirt. For instance, Nike has been using a blend of classic materials like polyester and spandex and innovative manufacturing techniques. Thus, these materials are woven to create attractive shirts, sweatshirts, and vests.

The global athleisure market analysis is segmented on the basis of product type, gender, distribution channel, and region. Based on product type, the market is classified into sneaker, joggers, leggings, hoodies, and others. Based on gender, the market is segmented into male and female. By distribution channel, the market is divided into online and offline. Based on region, the market is analyzed across North America (U.S., Canada, and Mexico), Europe (Germany, Spain, UK, Italy, France, and rest of Europe), Asia-Pacific (China, India, Japan, Australia, South Korea, and rest of Asia-Pacific), and LAMEA (Brazil, South Africa, Saudi Arabia, UAE, and rest of LAMEA).

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Key Findings of the Athleisure Market :

In 2018, based on product type, the sneaker segment accounted for around higher value athleisure market share. 

In 2018, based on gender, the male segment accounted for 62.2% share of the athleisure market. 

In 2018, based on region, North America accounted for a prominent market share and is anticipated to grow at a CAGR of 6.2% throughout the athleisure market forecast. 

The key players profiled for Athleisure industry include Puma, Nike, Under Armour, Adidas, Lululemon Athletic, Asics Corporation, Columbia Sportswear Company, Gap Inc., North Face, Phillips-Van Heusen Corporation, and others.  

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5 Home Gym Essentials to Enhance Your Fitness Routine

Creating a home gym means accessing convenience, but there are several things to do. Buying the best home gym equipment Australia for cardio or strength training is inadequate. You need the right accessories! 

That's why we will mention what you need to make the perfect home gym. So, let's start with the basics and help you get closer to your fitness goal. 

Exercise Mat 

Whether for yoga or floor exercises, a mat is comfortable for your back and knees. Look for a thick one with extra cushioning, in case there's a hard floor. 

After all, the exercise mat means you have a rectangular space to work out. On top of that, you can carry the mat anywhere - from the beach to the backyard. 

Dumbbell Set 

Weight training is integral, so we assume that dumbbell sets are essential for your routine. You will find a variety of sizes, materials and shapes; hence, choose the heavy or light ones depending on your needs. 

With the right pair, you can perform side lateral raise, dumbbell shoulder squats, dumbbell sumo squats and skull crushers. 

Jump Rope 

You may be in a love-hate relationship with burpees, but you cannot ignore jump ropes. A jump rope is an easy way to get your heart rate pumping. Plus, it works well on your legs, core, shoulders and arms. 

If you follow a 10-minute jump rope session the right way, you will know what we are talking about. 

Elbow Wraps 

Elbow pain can take a toll on upper-body workouts. The elbow wraps help you perform bench presses. They come with a cushion to protect your elbows during triceps exercises. 

The best part is that you can adjust the tightness according to your comfort level. So, look for this exercise equipment in Brisbane if you check out the online stores.

Fitness Ball

Whether for yoga, a rollout or ball squats, you need a fitball. You get to choose the pressure you want to put around a fitness ball. 

You can take on stability challenges like plank knee trucks, bicep curls and chest presses. Mainly, it's easier to go for the core exercises. 

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Try to avoid taking a pain-reliever pill directly after you work out, even if you are in some kind of pain or anticipate it later. Research has shown that these are actually as effective as a placebo when it comes to pain relief associated with post-workout time. They are also believed to suppress muscle growth, so they are best avoided.

If you dread the very idea of performing multiple sets of chin ups, try looking at it this way: rather than focusing on the effort needed to pull your entire body weight up, think about the effort needed just to pull your elbows down. Surprisingly, this makes the entire workout seem somewhat easier.

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If you are a runner, even the way you hold your head can affect the quality of your workout. For example, most people tend to hunch forward when running uphill. By keeping your head up and focusing your vision at the top of the hill, however, you are allowing your airways to open more fully, making breathing much easier.

To improve your climbing skills, whether for rock or wall climbing, try getting tighter shoes to practice in. Get a pair that is so tight that you can easily stand, but you are not able to walk without discomfort. This may seem counter-intuitive to always getting well-fitting fitness gear, but doing this gives you optimal control of your feet and legs, which are essential to climbing.

Keep your workout machines and dumbbells in order. Use the smaller weights first and work your way up to the larger weight like barbells and bench presses, and then eventually work your way up to a machine. The smaller weights uses more of your muscle and you get fatigued easier.

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Exploring The Different Types Of Sportswear

More and more people are now getting involved in some physical activity or exercise, as we all are very well aware of so many benefits of being physically active. Both our mental and physical health benefits from being physically active. And moreover, it can even extend the duration of life. This activity could come from sports playing, joining a gym, doing yoga, swimming, etc. Let’s get into the kinds of classic sportswear in Australia. Here we are going to categorize sportswear clothing into 3 sections and then in those sections we will add some sub sections. So, here we go:

Sportswear footwear

Running shoes: Among all the types of footwear, running shoes are the foremost popular. They promote onward motion while also saving our toes and heels. It has excellent softening to keep our feet secure from severe frights.

Cross trainers: Cross trainers satisfy the requirements of a type of athlete. We can use them in a combination of sports.

Ski socks: The demand for skiing using specific socks to save our feet from freezing in the snow. They’re incredibly broader and more stable than different sock styles.

Sportswear pants:

Training tights: Training tights is not just about comfort, it is more than that. They’re usually made of stretch cloths such as polyester and spandex, giving us flexibility and mobility.

Compression tights: Compression shorts assist in shortening our buttocks and thighs. This is because of the flexible fabric utilized in reduction shorts, which bypasses wounds and enhances enactment.

Sportswear top:

Jogging vest: The running or jogging vest assists us in exercising in cold states. It’s an amazing athletic top that delivers sufficient insulation and heat to keep you functioning in chilly climates.

Training tee: A sleeveless training shirt is the best fit if you want to be as comfy as possible while doing exercise. The mixture of no sleeves and a simple design lets for free mobility.

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Understanding male sexuality with Cam Fraser

Cam Fraser is a Certified Professional Sex Coach, Certified Sexologist, Registered Counselor, and Registered Tantric Yoga Teacher. His work integrates scientifically validated, medically accurate information about sexual health, with sacred sexuality teachings from the mystery traditions. As a coach, he helps men go beyond surface-level sex and into full-bodied, self-expressed, pleasure-oriented sexual experiences free of anxiety or shame. We had the chance to ask him a couple of questions about the mani things men struggle with, what women should know about male sexuality, and more. Prostate Massage Toys

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CAN YOU TELL US MORE ABOUT YOUR JOURNEY? HOW AND WHY DID YOU START WITH COACHING AND WHAT INSPIRED YOU?

My own personal experiences overcoming sexual function issues and insecurity really inspired me to become a sex coach. In my late teens and early twenties, I watched a lot of porn, drank a lot of alcohol, and had lots of bad sex. I was a student athlete at a college in America and was preoccupied with fitting in with the young men around me. This meant engaging in "locker room talk," focusing on quantity over quality with regards to sexual encounters, and just generally being a stereotypically shitty dude. During this time of my life, my mental health wasn't very good, hence the escapism through drinking and sex. Serendipitously, I actually seriously injured my spine. I fractured my lower back and needed to do clinical rehabilitation. It was this physical rehab that changed my life. I was introduced to pilates and yoga, and then massage and meditation, and then breathwork and the broader concepts of spirituality. For the first time in my life, I started slowing down and listening to my body. I really felt how much tension, tightness, contraction, and constriction there was in my body. I remember times - halfway through a pilates class, for example - that I would suddenly start crying or feel a surge of rage. At the time, I didn't understand what was happening. Now, I know that I was accessing and releasing stored trauma in my body by doing somatic practices. So, I sought out a counsellor, who referred me to a psychologist, and I began doing the psychological work. I started processing my trauma, understanding my narratives, and re-writing my scripts around masculinity and sexuality. Fortunately, I did all this in my early twenties and, as I said, my life changed. I was more self-assured and didn't feel the need to prove myself to my male friends by performing my masculinity around them. I was more comfortable in my own skin and felt vulnerable enough to ask my sexual partners about their pleasure as well as tell them about mine. I drank less and started having better sex. I distanced myself from people I had previously considered friends and spoke up when they said something derogatory or discriminatory in the locker room and I sought out new friends who I resonated with and who would support my own personal development. I was always interested in sex and sexuality, so I started talking openly about it and reading more books on these topics. As I did this, people began asking me questions about sex and pleasure. This helped me realize that sex education and coaching is something I could do as a career. I went to a university in Australia to study sexology at a post-graduate level and began working as a counsellor. Eventually, I transitioned to sex coaching because it allowed me to draw on the other modalities that I was really passionate about, such as yoga and massage. Today, I try and talk about the things that I wish I'd heard 10 years ago when I was going through that aforementioned time in my life. I speak to my younger self. This seems to resonate with a lot of men and it keeps me inspired to continue doing this work.

WHAT DO YOU LOVE THE MOST ABOUT WHAT YOU DO?

The thing I love most about my work as a sex coach is normalizing people's experience of their sexuality and seeing the relief, openness, and celebration of their sexual expression. A lot of people reach out to me with concerns that they're not normal or that you shouldn't like the thing that they like. Most of the time, what they like is totally fine, harmless and also quite common. When they hear this, there is this sense of shame and guilt that is released as well as an easing into their body as they begin to accept themselves. It is beautiful to witness.

HOW IS COACHING MEN DIFFERENT FROM COACHING WOMEN. HOW DO THEIR NEEDS DIFFER?

I don't coach women so I cannot speak into their needs specifically but what I have observed in my work with men is that many men feel the need to conform to a certain ideal of masculinity. I would assume that many women feel something similar with regards to an ideal of femininity. The men I work with often need to learn how to adequately and appropriately access and express their emotions, something which I believe is not encouraged of men in our society.

CAN YOU TELL US MORE ABOUT WHAT KIND OF PROBLEMS MEN USUALLY STRUGGLE WITH WHEN THEY SEEK YOUR HELP?

I receive a lot messages from men about sexual function concerns, such as premature ejaculation, erectile dysfunction, delayed orgasm, and low libido. However, when I scratch at the surface of these physical issues, there are typically psychological roots. Many of the men I work with have certain beliefs about sex that are very limiting, such as "real sex" is a penis in a vagina, men should always be ready to have sex, and if his penis isn't erect it means he isn't turned on. I will address men's physical issues and function concerns as well as working with them on expanding their understanding of sex, sexuality, masculinity, and pleasure.

WHAT IS THE MOST COMMON CONCERN?

The most common concern is something that usually contributes to all other concerns and that is a feeling of inadequacy. A sense of not feeling good enough or, more accurately, not being "man enough." It is a self-worth problem and it manifests in a number of ways. One man may be concerned that his penis is too small and he isn't going to satisfy his lover, thus making him feel like less of a man. Another man may be concerned that he isn't lasting long enough during sex, thus making him feel like less of a man. Yet another man may be concerned that his partner doesn't want to have sex as much as he does, thus making him feel like less of a man. It is this worry of not being "man enough" that I find to be at the root of a lot of sexual concerns. 

YOUR THOUGHTS ON ERECTILE DYSFUNCTION?

I have a lot of thoughts on erectile dysfunction. To be concise, I believe that the term "erectile dysfunction" is overused and what many men are experiencing is actually "erectile disappointment." This is a term I first heard from sex therapist Chris Donaghue. As a society, we have placed a lot of hefty expectations on penises which are perpetuated by pornography and the sexual performance enhancement industry, including medication like Viagra. So, we expect penises to get erect at the flick of a switch and remain erect for hours on end. But this isn't how penises work. It is natural and normal for erection firmness to fluctuate over the duration of a sexual encounter. Erectile dysfunction is a clinical diagnosis and many of the men that label themselves with erectile dysfunction do not actually meet the criteria for a clinical diagnosis. Instead, they're disappointed with the erection they had or didn't have. This is about managing expectations, working through shame, and expanding your understanding of male bodies as well as what sex can look like. Penises aren't dildos.

NO.1 THING WOMEN OR ANYONE WHO LOVES MEN SHOULD KNOW ABOUT MALE SEXUAL HEALTH

Men aren't always in the mood to have sex. There is a really strong cultural narrative that men's sex drives are high and unwavering. And if his sex drive isn't then something is wrong with him. This is a stereotype that I think is exemplified by Matt LeBlanc's character Joey Tribbiani from Friends. This is such a detrimental narrative that many of us, regardless of gender, tend to buy into. However, men don't always want sex. Men's sex drives fluctuate and that is totally normal and natural. Some men's sex drives are lower than their partner's and this, too, is totally normal and common. There is a great book called "Not Always in the Mood," written by Sarah Hunter-Murray which is a fantastic resource for people who may feel challenged by this idea.

WHAT IS YOUR ADVICE FOR MEN WHO STRUGGLE WITH PREMATURE EJACULATION?

Here is some practical advice if you're ejaculating before you want to; (1) Spend longer times in heightened states of arousal when masturbating. Get familiar with what it feel like to be close to cumming. This is called edging or surfing. (2) Breathe into your diaphragm instead of breathing into your chest. Diaphragmatic breathing engages your parasympathetic nervous system, which relaxes you. When you're relaxed, you won't ejaculate as quick. (3) When you're close to cumming, change to a new sex position. There is no shame in taking a moment to cool yourself down as you change positions. Maybe change to a position that is less stimulating for you so it doesn't push you over the edge. (4) Create more safety and comfort with your partner. Many guys finish quickly because they're engaging their sympathetic nervous system, which triggers ejaculation. Feeling safe and comfortable with your partner can lessen the urge to cum. (5) Don't just rely on your dick to satisfy your partner. Incorporate vibrators, cock rings, dildos and other sex toys. If you're using a toy and not stimulating your dick, then you don't need to worry about your dick being overstimulated and cumming. (6) Practice Kegel and reverse Kegel exercises. Kegels help strengthen your pelvic muscles. Reverse Kegels help relax your pelvic muscles. Strong and relaxed. Do these during sex to either internally squeeze or relax and stop yourself cumming. (7) Don't rush to penetration. Literally just take longer before you have penis-in-vagina sex. Do other sexual activities together beforehand, like oral, fingering, massage, heaving petting, making out. Build the arousal and anticipation. (8) Learn about other areas of your body where you experience pleasure. You're not just your dick, you're actually one huge dick. You can experience pleasure all over your body. Incorporate the rest of your body into sex so you stimulate those areas instead of your dick. (9) Thrust slow and shallow. Long, fast, and deep thrusts during penetrative sex can create a lot of stimulation for your dick. Keeping it slow and shallow helps lessen stimulation for you. (10) Be in control for the first few minutes. What I mean by this is you can dictate the speed and positions during the first few minutes to make sure that you're finding your rhythm and settling into your body without being overstimulated. As you feel more comfortable and in control, you can let go of the reigns.

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