#fthisdrabble

Over the next few weeks, you develop a nice workout routine with Claggor. Show up to the gym at your agreed times, focus on whatever body area he’s chosen for you to work today, have a little sexual tension in the form of guided stretching and form correcting, go home sore/shaky and with a little pool between your legs.

Even on days that you don’t see claggor, you find yourself thinking of him. Late nights after an exhausting shift at the office, your mind whispers sinful little thoughts—wandering back to his smile, the way he lingers when he corrects your form, his biceps that are bigger than your head…

Your arm snakes downward while you’re in bed, searching for the wet patch in your panties. Who knew you’d be masturbating to your personal trainer, but here you are.

You imagine lowering yourself to your knees, needing to absolutely worship this man in front of you.

Your fingers hook under the elastic of your panties, rucking them down your hips and pressing two fingers immediately against your clit.

You imagine his wanting cock—how achingly hard and flushed it would be if you got your way with him. Taking his cock in your hand and stroking it, feeling the ridges and veins of it, swiping the hole of his tip with your thumb. Precum drooling out of the slit, his cock twitching appreciatively at your ministrations.

“Keep doing that and I’ll cum right here.” He’d croon, head craned back, eyes locked onto you.

You bite your lip as you start to rub little circles on your clit, the other hand coming up to your breast to pinch your nipple. “Fuck, Claggor…” you whisper.

You imagine getting your lips around the head of his cock, bracing your hands on his thighs and sucking hard. He’d groan, a low, almost animalistic growl coming from him as he grips the back of your head.

“That’s it pretty, suck it. Feel how hard he is for you baby?”

You’re panting at this point, little more than clit stimulation getting you dangerously to the edge. You feel the low, hot coil in your stomach tightening—your climax closer than you anticipated.

Your mind wanders to what’d be like with claggor, two of his thick fingers buried deep into your pussy.

“That’s it pretty girl, I feel how close you are…” The sinful squelch of your cunt almost drowns his voice out, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, vision spotty, tears in your eyes.

He leans down to the crook of your neck, nosing the juncture of your jaw. “C’mon honey, lemme feel this sweet pussy come ‘round my fingers.”

The image of it makes you cum in real time, your eyes rolling back, small, needy whimpers falling from your lips.

You lie back in your bed, jelly legs and hazy mind. Three weeks and this man was already worming his way into your every fantasy.

You can’t take it anymore. You’ve got to do something. If he’s gonna play dirty by being so unbelievably sexy—well, two can play at that game.

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