Wild Fiction

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She thought back over the morning’s events and felt her annoyance return. Stephen had been in a good mood when they started the training session. As usual, as the intensity of the workout increased he became more tactile and as usual, she became aroused by this. He took her into his little office in the back of the gym. There they scrambled at each other’s clothes, pulling and tugging at the skin tight Lycra®. He forced off her trainers without undoing the laces. He ran his sweaty hands over her moist skin feeling her everywhere and making her gasp in little moans of pre-climatic ecstasy. She clutched at his rippling muscles that jumped under the skin like boisterous little animals trying to escape from their subcutaneous prison. He lifted her up, gripping each of her buttocks in his strong hands and wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel his pectoral muscles pushing up against her breasts. After that she felt him enter her, hard and firm, pinning her against the wall. Nailing her to the plaster like an erotic piece of art. She cried out involuntarily before he smothered her next cry with his mouth.
‘Don’t,’ he said. ‘They can hear you in the gym. Don’t make a sound.’
‘Oh God it’s so difficult,’ Genevieve said and buried her mouth into his hot wet neck to muffle the cries. Her body shook uncontrollably as she held onto him. Her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him like a koala bear. She heard him grunt and felt the final involuntary thrust before he stopped moving.
After a minute their breathing returned to normal. His detumescent cock slid out with a plop and he laid her down on the exercise mat on the floor, placing himself next to her. She wrapped her arms around him and cuddled him. He was a good cuddler. Unlike the author, he understood that a woman required holding and cuddling after sex.
Lying wrapped up in his arms, she brought up the subject of children. In her mind, he was the perfect father figure. He had the body of a demigod and looks to match. He was amusing and charming. Everyone loved Stephen.
‘What do you think of children?’ she asked him. She was bursting to come out with it and tell him that she was pregnant with his child.
‘Children?’ he said not opening his eyes.
‘Yes, children, would you like to be a father one day?’ she said as a smile widened on her face. He couldn’t see the smile as his eyes were still closed.
‘I don’t mind children if they’re someone else’s but I don’t want to have any of my own. Actually I’d hate to have any of my own,’ Stephen said suddenly opening his eyes wide. ‘You’re not pregnant are you?’
Genevieve hesitated not knowing whether to lie or not. ‘No,’ she said gritting her teeth as she said so. ‘Do you think I would be stupid enough to fall pregnant?’ she wanted to add: to someone like you, but managed to hold herself back from saying that final remark.

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