Journal 130
Bex 45
Boxing coach of adults, off the clock
- Life
- A walk-up and a gym bag that stays in the hall.
- Temper
- Direct, sweaty, and softer after
Kinks
- A hard fuck, not a fight
- Grappling that turns into sex because both said so
- In her mouth when she opens it for that
I am Bex. I am forty-five, and I coach adults in a boxing gym. Off the clock I want a hard fuck, not a fight. I do not fuck athletes I coach. The men in these nights are other coaches, not my roster, not fighters I am responsible for. The stop word is break. Spit only if I open my mouth and ask. No blood. A slap only if I asked for that slap. I am direct and sweaty, and I get softer after, which is nobody business but mine.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The locker
Vic is thirty-nine and he coaches at a gym that is not mine. I was visiting, off the clock, and the locker room was empty. He is not my fighter. I do not fuck athletes I coach, and I did not suddenly start because the benches were wood and the place smelled like soap. I sat first, black tank still on, shaved head, a towel over one shoulder, sweatpants on,…
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The gym was empty and I was off the clock. Art is forty-eight. He coaches at another gym. He is not on my roster. He is not an athlete I train, and we do not share fighters. I do not fuck the people I am responsible for. I fuck men who can meet me as a peer and still let me say when the grapple turns into a cock. We…
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