But ...
It's late and I'm such a tired Akane! (No explanation of why -- it involves my finally found good boyfriend, and this is not a blog for that subject.)
Lucky for us, being tired reminds me of my weightlifting bad boyfriend!
Weightlifting boyfriend ... it may be a disappointment that there is only a little to tell. But, it's good because I can tell it briefly and without yawning and falling asleep on the computer. (Be sure you don't do that! Very uncomfortable, and if you actually sleep that way, waffle face from the keys!)
This boyfriend, though.
So sweaty! He was such a sweater. He would come to my apartment straight from the gym. Sweat, sweat, sweat, running all over his body.
Gym clothes all soaked!
Also, he never came over without a gym bag. What was in it? Weights!
We could only do sex the cowgirl way, because he had to lift his dumbells while sexing!
Seriously, I would be sexing all over his cock, and instead of molesting the voluptuous breasts of his girlfriend, this guy would be counting reps. Readers! I don't want to know what counting reps is! But every time I would say, "Please molest my sensitive breasts!" he would say, "Still more reps to go."
I am sexing him, and he keeps doing reps with dumbells and his sweat is soaking my tatami mat and i think he must be a steroid hog because when I make him come there is so little cream! It's like half a jellybean of cream.
You know how cream-hungry I am. Very hard to make Akane come when she knows there will be such meagerness of cream at the end.
Finally, I said, "Do your reps with me! Lift me up and down on your cock! Count how many strokes you lift me up and lower me down for!" And do you know what happened?
Eleven strokes! Only eleven strokes of sex reps, and he came.
And then he said, "I'm so tired now!"
That was it. I broke up with him the next morning and he just shrugged and said, "It's okay. I need a girlfriend who does not take away so much of my weightlifting energy anyway."
Dodger!
