The Body Builder - Sex Stories

The Body Builder

... amazing curves. Her thighs made mine look small. As for the sexual activity, it was never the same twice. Sometimes we would use the bench and have the mirrors to see ourselves in, I was surprised how much more exciting the visual stimulation provided. I think I preferred entering her from behind, her amazing ass was gorgeous to see and her back stretched forever. She liked to be on top and ride me. A reverse cowgirl was the position that we both agreed was the best for us. Sometimes we would move to the bedroom, or other times we would eat each other out in the shower, the pulsing water providing another element to the sensations.

My artistic productivity hit new highs. Getting up an hour or so earlier than I had been used to got me moving earlier in the day. And the regular work outs were increasing my energy levels. And her sculptures helped by providing me with a different viewpoint on everyday objects. And, of course, Karyn became my favorite subject. Most of the work wasn’t identifiable as being her, but her sensuous curves flowed onto the paper in lines of ink with a gracefulness I hadn’t experienced before.

There was no doubt that Karyn was in charge. I wouldn’t go so far as to say she was dominating me, but she made all the decisions and was pretty much in control during our sex sessions. And I was so sexually satisfied I really didn’t care. I wouldn’t say we did it every day, but certainly most. Some days she would have an unusually hard workout and not feel ...

... up to the normal after workout round the next morning. But she was more than happy to use her hands and mouth to give me a bit of relief.

And I was happy to run my hands over her body, a nice massage oil helping her feel better, it sure got me aroused. And while there was little hope of ever having a nice tit fuck, she had no problems with me rubbing between her ass cheeks in the same fashion. Said it was more along the lines of a soft massage. I lost track of how many times I came while massaging muscles all over her body. I felt more like a pet or plaything than a prisoner.

I was not prepared for the mood swings that came with the preparation for a bodybuilding event. Going to a very strict, no fat, low carb diet tended to mess with the brain. And with it came a swing from rage to a quivering mass of tears. I’ll give Karyn credit for never making me feel like she was out of control or that I was in any sort of danger.

While there was no rope play, there was no need, she could hold me where she wanted me whenever she desired. My regular workouts with her had certainly helped my physique, but it sure wasn’t putting me on the same level as Karyn.

She liked playing games. Her favorite, and pretty much mine after I learned it, was the bench press screw. It was very straightforward, but very arousing. Karyn would lay me out on the bench, with a relatively light weight on the bar, one I could handle pretty easily. She then straddled me and sank down the full length of ...