Manhandled by My Personal Trainer (BBW, BDSM, Curvy, Deflowering, Spanking Erotica) Read Free

well..
” I’ve never understood how somebody so tall could appear so humble
if needed, but I see that within him now. “I was hoping you could
be the cover model for my site. The example of what I my training
can give someone when they’re as determined as you are.” There’s
really no way around it, the request itself was a flattering
compliment. My cheeks flare up and I struggle to find the right
words for him now. Once again, it’s like he’s holding me in his
eyes to do what he wants.
    “ Sure, Kevin. That’d be no
problem at all. I’m flattered by the request. What day is the
shoot?”
    “ Actually it’s the day after
you said you’d get back. I know that might sound a little hectic, I
can have it pushed back ‘till later if you’d like.” I wasn’t about
to ask that of him. After all we’ve been through together, this is
the least I could do.
    “ Don’t worry about it,
that’d be fine.”
    “ Well I know it’s going to
be a long trip. Three months can make an impact on the body, if
you’re not careful with how you eat.” It’s polite of him to
consider, but I think I can manage it. Just because I’m going on an
extended vacation it doesn’t mean I’m going to let the last year or
so at the gym go to waste.
    “ Really, Kevin. It’s fine.
I’ll stay on top of everything. There’s no way I’m going to let
myself slide backwards while I’m away.” The tension relieves from
his face looks genuinely grateful to hear this.
    “ Thank you, Melanie. I
didn’t want you to feel pressured, but you getting back that day
gives me enough time to submit a portfolio of my work to a panel of
judges at the University. You’d be the front page of the catalog,
of course. It’s just.. I don’t want to get too technical, but my
career could really launch off after this.” I can’t say how strange
it was to hear Kevin speak this way.
    Here was a man that for years has only been
commanding and instructive. Friendly, yes. Considerate, yes. He’s
stayed within his bounds as ‘deservedly arrogant’ when it came to
gym matters, never crossing into ‘asshole’ territory. But it feels
like he’s outright begging right now. I assure him once more that
he can count on me before hug him goodbye and exit the gym,
beginning to feel a little redundant.
    “ Melanie, Actually there’s
something else I’d like to talk to you about,” he lets out as I’ve
already walked through the sliding doors. I turn around expecting
something else about his photo shoot, but I can see in his eyes
that it’s not about that. “It can wait, until you get back. Have a
safe trip.”
    “ I will,” I smile as I wave
back to him in excitement, “Don’t worry Kevin Campbell. I have no
reason to let everything go!” I call out as I step into my car,
wholeheartedly believing my reassurance.
     
     
     
    This, is how it always works. You know you’re
going to be spending time away from the gym, so you swear to
yourself not to let things get out of control. You trust yourself
then, because you’ve forgotten what you’re really like when you
give up the discipline the gym gave you. You have no idea that
you’re about to let everything go.
     
     
     
    I didn’t mean to put on forty-eight pounds on
my vacation. I can’t recall which bite at which incredible Italian
cuisine was the one that sent me over my limit, but imagine that it
happened sometime on my third day there.
    One of the cuter boys in the vacation group
of grads caught me declining to order anything other than a light
salad. He was a sandy-blonde haired boy name Paul, and though we
became friends over the trip, I have to say he wasn’t the best
influence for me while we were there.
    “ Are you serious, Mel?
You’re in Italy. You’re going to miss the experience if you don’t
at least try the food here I refuse to acknowledge to anyone that
you actually were a part of this trip,” he said grinning. I
reluctantly ordered a plate of spinach-stuffed Alfredo