Christ. I don’t usually stay in long enough to notice them, but today was quite the exception. Every gasp, every moan, every aching detail of ever delicious moment is still fresh in my filthy mind.
I fuck a lot of women. And I mean a lot of women.
Chase can vouch for me. He’s fucked half of them, too. Shit, we’ve fucked them together plenty of times.
But this Kara chick is just something else. I don’t know if it’s her wit or her looks or the adorable way she acts like she can resist me, but I’m hooked. Already.
The way she makes everything an obstacle for me really turns me on. It makes it an accomplishment when I get there.
Normally, girls are throwing themselves at my cock. Literally.
But I had to actually get through hours before fucking Kara. She didn’t even initiate it. She was prepared to walk out of that gym with a wet cunt and not even a peek at the monster between my legs.
Shit, I can’t remember the last time I had to make a move to get someone on my cock.
But fuck am I glad she did hop on it. Fucking Kara was phenomenal.
An entire day of sexual frustration, and finally my hard, throbbing dick was granted release. Kind of like how when you haven’t eaten anything all day, and you get those first few bites of your meal, they just taste better.
Kara Gilmore. I could eat that woman right up.
I pull a pot out from my lower cabinets and fill it with water. As I wait for it to boil, I chop up some broccoli and set it in a bowl, ready to chuck it in when the water’s at temp.
I walk over to my refrigerator and grab a package of chicken tenderloin, which I start cubing. I stare at my spices once it’s all cut to my preference and then decide I’m feeling an Italian-style dish tonight.
I throw some oregano, salt, pepper, basil, and parsley onto the chicken and drizzle some olive oil onto it.
I’m a good cook, so it’s going to be fucking delicious. I could afford a personal chef, but there’s something more rewarding about doing it myself.
Besides, I’m starving. I probably waited too long to eat. But considering why, I’m not too bent out of shape.
Kara satisfied a different kind of appetite.
It’s important when you work out as much as I do to have a schedule for your nourishment. And ninety nine percent of the time, I can follow it.
But when a tasty treat like Kara shows up in my day, I don’t mind deviating once in a while. And she made it worth it.
I wonder if Kara ended up getting some actual food. God damn, I hope she isn’t one of those girls that just eats one meal a day. Especially after the workout we gave her.
I grab some garlic and chop it up to go in with the chicken. I heat a pan and toss it all in together.
As I move the chicken and garlic around in the pan, I have my other hand on my phone. Multitasking when I’m doing something so simple isn’t a problem. I’m flipping through social media, trying to figure out the best way to get people looking at the Protein Plus shakes.
All through my feed, there’s tons of advertisements and hashtags about the upcoming Miss Sexy Universe pageant. That cock-eyed bitch Camille is everywhere. I know that winning the pageant, she’s the guaranteed spokesperson for the competition this year, but if I could stop seeing her nipples pressing through the fabric of that stupid “Shake ‘Em Ups” logo tank top, I would be able to breathe easier.
As I scroll, I see sponsored ad after sponsored ad. I get that I follow strictly fitness related posts, but I would pay money to never see that failed protein shake pyramid scheme ever again.
Shake ‘Em Ups. Disgusting fucking product, stupid fucking name.
The fact that a few months after the competition last year, Shake ‘Em Ups went bankrupt should be a sign to someone?if not everyone?that their entire company is bullshit. But nope. Fuck.
At least I got my personal vengeance out by revenge-fucking Camille. Wasn’t even difficult. I just needed to stand in her vicinity, and the bitch threw herself right at me.
I can still remember the way she went even more cock-eyed with my cock in her mouth.
Oh, Eric! she cooed after. Your cum is soooo yummy! Gimme more, pretty please? I’d do ANYTHING for more!
Christ. Maybe I need a girl to enter in the Miss Sexy Universe pageant. That’d get some good exposure for Protein Plus.