Trainer

I don’t usually like green smoothies, but this time, I did! (Also: how I lost 40 pounds, gained back 35, and have lost 20. Plus, a spreadsheet!)

Diana wants my tongue on her clit, my fingers in her cunt.

Diana seems to delight in showing me her ass and her thighs. Who am I to complain?

I love working out with hot women. And I long to keep the evidence I have done so. But I won’t.

In which I unleash my manic desire for women in service of my physical fitness.

On Thanksgiving, I have much to be thankful for. But this post isn’t so much about those things.

I love your breasts the way they are. Please don’t change them.

My suspicions about a trainer at my gym are confirmed.

The Craigslist ad that started it all — a little self-knowledge, a lot of squats, and two trainers later, I’m in the best shape of my life.

My trainer wore a miniskirt and boots to our session. She knew exactly what she was doing.