Entry 42
Hi guys!
So, I figured it was time to tell you about what I think was the best way to be welcomed back to town. Paris was fun. I mean, I told you almost everything that happened.
Almost...come on, you can't think I told you everything. A lady has to keep her secrets, but enough about that.
I decided it was time to get into shape a bit since I was back. A few of the feats I carried out in Paris, I imagine, were only because I was in Paris or maybe because of the passion.
Maybe because of the need or how desperate I was to please them, but some of those positions and some of those angles tested me. I'm feeling them now, so I did what any sensible person my age would do.
I went to the gym. Turns out that was the best decision I ever made because you would not believe the tall drink of sunshine I saw the moment I walked in.
God, he was amazing.
You know how easy it is for a woman to tell when a man is staring at her tits. Oh, he couldn't get his eyes off of them. It was very exciting to find myself being lusted after in that way. We didn't communicate at first, but I gave him a few messages with my eyes, and maybe I chose a few workout positions just so HE could get a better view of certain choice areas.
Eventually, he made the smart move and offered to help me. Turns out Mr hot and sexy is a trainer at the gym.
Just my luck, don't you think?
He did a very good job of leaning into me and trying to balance my weight, and he made me feel him in all the right places. I imagine we made a few people uncomfortable, but no one could see anything. It was all very exciting, felt very strange, and it was almost like fucking in front of people--which, of course, by now I've done a lot-- but with clothes on and with plausible deniability. It felt very...naughty.
Something about it was just so incredibly sexy.
We barely noticed when everyone else had left. Well, he barely noticed. I took great care in counting the seconds between each new person leaving the building. More time alone, I gave an excuse and went to get ready to leave, hovering so more people would leave the establishment.
You see, I knew the kind of guy he was; he just needed the right environment and the right push. I took one strap off my sports bra. I knew he needed the right incentive.
I want to ask you guys to imagine how it went from there, but I wouldn't leave you high and dry. God, I loved how good it tasted. There's something about the smell of a man who's putting work on his body, who's perspired ever so slightly.
Something about smooth skin and tired muscles just gives you that extra kick on the first taste. Of course, when it's way past your tongue and down the back of your throat, you forget about the taste, but you can't blame a girl for taking the time/
It was so good going down on him until his hands were like vice grips on my shoulders. I enjoyed the grimace on his face when he came. It was a bit too much (I wonder if he was pent up or that was just him)
I imagine he enjoyed the shock on my face when he thrust completely into me. I enjoyed the feel of him a lot more, that's for sure.
What can I say? I like what I like.
The gym was exactly what I needed it to be, if not what I expected it to be. I will probably be going back.
Until then.
Slutty Wife Anonymous.
Typing while walking was so much work I wondered how people did it. I had just sent my most recent entry when I bumped into someone on my way to an elevator.
I didn't hear a word of his apology.
He was gorgeous, drop-dead gorgeous. There was something about the waves in his hair, the wrinkle around his nose.
As I thought about these things, I let out a sigh. I could already tell you if I had bumped into him in any other situation besides the goddamn elevator...well, let's leave it at that.
Suddenly, he offered his hand to help me. It wasn't any trouble, so it was probably an excuse for physical contact. The knowledge sent a warm buzz through me as we made contact. Besides his piercing eyes holding my gaze, I got the feeling I was looking at what would probably be my next conquest.
The problem now was orchestrating how to get him to notice, how to tease out his darker side.
"Guess I'll have to let this one go," I murmured.
Suddenly, the elevator jolted, and I gasped, my grip tightening on the rail as we came to a sudden, jarring halt. The lights flickered ominously for a moment before stabilizing, casting an eerie glow over the small, claustrophobic space. My heart pounded in my chest, adrenaline surging through my veins. I glanced around, taking a quick inventory of my surroundings--my purse, my phone, and the man standing beside me.
Suddenly, I was looking at him.
He was tall, with dark hair that fell in disheveled waves over his forehead and a confident smirk that seemed out of place in this confined space. His eyes met mine, and there was something in them, a spark of interest that made my breath hitch. He looked younger than me, maybe in his mid-twenties, but there was an undeniable magnetism about him.
"Looks like we're stuck," he said, his voice smooth and casual, as if being trapped in an elevator was just another day at the office.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "Yeah, looks like it."
The silence that followed was heavy, charged with tension. I could feel the heat radiating off his body, the proximity making the air in the elevator thick and almost suffocating. My mind raced, a whirlwind of emotions--fear, curiosity, and something darker, more primal. I'd always been the good girl, the one who played by the rules, but here, now, something inside me was breaking free.
"Name's Jake," he said, extending a hand.
I hesitated for a moment before reaching out to shake it. "Ashley."
His grip was firm, his fingers warm against my skin. There was something electric about the contact, a jolt that shot through me, igniting a fire deep within. As our hands parted, I felt a pang of regret, a longing to prolong the connection.
Jake leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "So, Ashley, what brings you to this neck of the woods?"
I forced a smile, trying to push away the uneasiness that had settled in my stomach. "Just visiting some friends in the complex. Heading back home now."
He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "And how long do you think we'll be stuck here?"
I pulled out my phone, only to find that the signal was weak, barely enough to load the emergency number. Frustrated, I gave up and pocketed it. "They said it could be an hour or more."
Jake's smirk widened, and there was a glint in his eye that sent a shiver down my spine. "Well, guess we have plenty of time to get acquainted then."
His tone was playful, but there was something beneath it, something deeper, that made my pulse quicken. I could feel the walls closing in, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. But instead of feeling trapped, I felt invigorated, alive. This was dangerous, forbidden, and yet... intoxicating.
"What do you do, Jake?" I asked, breaking the silence, desperate to keep the conversation going to stave off the growing tension.
He shrugged, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "This and that. I work in marketing. You?"
"I'm a teacher," I lied, my voice steadier than I felt. "High school English."
Jake's eyebrows shot up, a look of genuine surprise crossing his face. "No kidding? That must be rewarding."
I laughed softly, the sound hollow in the small space. "Sometimes. It has its moments."
As we talked, the awkwardness began to melt away, replaced by a strange camaraderie. We exchanged stories and shared bits of our lives, and somehow, despite the circumstances, the mood lightened. But beneath the surface, the tension simmered, ever-present, waiting to erupt.
Suddenly, Jake shifted closer, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that took my breath away. "You know, Ashley, I can't help but feel like there's something more to this ride."
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. "What do you mean?"
He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I mean, what if this wasn't just bad luck? What if this was fate? Giving us a chance to explore something real, something raw."
My breath caught in my throat, his words sending a thrill through me. "I don't know what you're talking about."
He smirked again, a wicked glint in his eye. "Come on, Ashley. Don't play coy. I saw the way you were looking at me when we got stuck. You're curious, aren't you? About what could happen between us?"
I shook my head, my voice trembling slightly. "We're stuck in an elevator, Jake. This is insane."
He chuckled, stepping even closer until there was barely any space between us. "Maybe it is. Maybe it's exactly what we both need."
His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. I could feel the heat from his body, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. My breath came in shallow gasps, my resolve crumbling under the weight of his proximity.
"What if someone sees?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.
