Ashleigh's Diary: the Switch

I'm powerful beyond your wildest dreams. Not only do I have thick squat legs and a round booty, I use the tool that many girls overlook -- my mind. I know how to make guys weak at the knees, just like I'd feel if I'd enjoyed a few heavy sets of squats. Certain triggers exist that make them putty in my hands.

I loved meeting Kyle at the gym. A confident guy, courteous and handsome. Just my kind of man. I like a man that I know I can have my way with. That means, an open and explorative man. He gave me all the signs I needed to display that he was 'next'.

In this instance, you're gaining deeper understanding as to how my filthy mind works. I use my mind to enhance sex for my partner and I. And yes, Kyle and I hooked up, so he stepped into those shoes.

Ashleigh: "Hey! I liked what you posted earlier today. I had to like it. I figured I could message you, although I'm the type of woman to approach a guy in person."

Kyle: "Well I totally appreciate that. That takes confidence. I love a confident woman and it's always great seeing you here."

Ashleigh: "I'm going to be bold, Kyle. What are you doing after your session?"

Kyle: "I'll likely chill at home. The perks of a midweek day off."

Ashleigh: "You aren't chilling at home."

Kyle: "Huh? What do you mean?" (Laughs)

Ashleigh: "I want you and I'll make it apparent. You're coming to mine after. I'll drive us home. Or we can go to yours."

Kyle: "I... Wow. I'm nearly done. Like, I'll be 5 minutes. Yours sounds fine to me."

Ashleigh: "Good, great. As long as you're comfortable."

I needed Kyle comfortable. Consent is sexy, as is showing consideration. I finished my workout, ensuring my legs weren't too weak. I finished blasting my shoulders and enjoyed the fact that I'd burnt up quite a sweat. Soon after, 10 minutes later, we made our way to my car.

Walking round with a huge booty that gained attention in the gym made certain that I was able to choose my sexual partners how I wanted. I loved the look of Kyle, and I was going to enjoy him, providing he was obviously up for it.

Kyle wanted to freshen up, so I waited in the car for 15 minutes and plotted my moves. Maybe he was shaving or getting himself ready in other ways. Whatever he did to prepare wouldn't make him ready for what I had in store.

As we walked into my lounge (he smelt lovely -- like, pure 'I want to rip your clothes off' delicious), I told him not to sit on my couch. I moved him to the bedroom. I sat him on my bed and mounted him, still in my gym wear. I'd showered thoroughly prior to training, and I still smelt good.

With my pink skin-tight leggings and black training vest, I had Kyle's hands above his head. I whispered, "I'm in charge." I kissed him, biting his lip. He knew I meant business. Something told me that he liked me taking the lead. I teased him with, "I planned this. I knew it was going to happen before you did."

We laughed together. I liked Kyle a lot and asked him to trust me. I got his nod of approval and I reached for my bedside table. I retrieved a pair of handcuffs, to his delight. They were for him. I immediately cuffed his hands around my metal bed frame.

I then got into the 69 position. I sat firmly on his face, teasing that he'd have to sniff extra hard. Yeah, I liked the idea of him enjoying me after my workout. I asked Kyle several times how badly he wanted me to remove my leggings.

10 minutes later, still in 69 position, I massaged his crotch, I peeked into his boxers. I was vocal about how his cock was hard and that I noticed a nice coating of pre-cum glistening. I made Kyle confess his sexual fantasies with me, while I was sat on his chest, inches from his face.

Kyle craved oral, bending me over and eating my ass. I informed him that his input was heard. I stood up and slowly peeled my leggings down, saying, "maybe I got sweatier than I thought."

I hopped back on him. Kyle was in awe of my peachy ass in the flesh. I loved wearing my tiny blue Calvin Klein thong. I backed my ass up, still in 69. I removed his jeans and boxers, complimenting his cock. I looked back at him, with my pussy inches from his face (well, in my thong), I said, "no licking until I say."

His cock was literally throbbing. His moaning made me feel powerful. Kyle was SO horny. I'd worked him up soon. Then, I moved my thong to the side, for a mere 30 seconds. He could only look, no licking. 5 further minutes passed, massaging his stomach and balls. I cupped them and he pleaded for me to suck him off.

I told him, he could either lick my pussy, or get sucked off, not both. His choice was to lick my pussy. I firmly sat on his face, turning and facing him. I played with his hair as he tongued my clitoris beautifully. He earned a little hand play from me. My firm grip jerked him off rather quickly.

Kyle asked about whether I had a condom. I didn't answer. I carried on jerking him off. His tongue gifted me with its presence over and over. He gushed that he hadn't eaten pussy in ages. I told him that his time was up, turning back around. I explained he'd need to tongue my asshole next. My post-workout bootyhole needed him.

I spread my cheeks, sitting back into him in 69 position. The pre-cum oozing and puddling was incredibly hot. I toyed with Kyle, jerking him off frantically for 30 seconds at a time. My eloquent hand relief technique, firm grim and loose fingers, edged him closer and closer.

I had, at this point, not sucked his dick. I occasionally checked back, asking, "are you okay in there?" I found this amusing. My huge cheeks were covering his face. His nose enjoying the pressing of my ass crack against it, and his tongue welcoming my bootyhole to the euphoric feeling of oral.

Kyle moaned heavily that he was close, although all of his speech wasn't audible, given his... Preoccupation he had with my booty. I sensed he was so close. I just knew. I let him breathe a little more freely, and he begged to cum in my mouth.

I edged him closer, keeping my ass where it needed to be. His hips arched and holding on was impossible. I deployed my talented mouth to his lovely cock. I used the hand-mouth combo for all of 20 seconds, and before he started to cum, getting very vocal, I released my mouth just in time for him to coat my tits in cum.

I sat back, resting my full bodyweight over his face. I held his cock at the base, offering NO stimulation to his head during cumming. I watched Kyle squirm and I loved every moment. Who would've known the most powerful woman in the gym would give him a post-workout ruined orgasm?