Journal 139
Brynn 26
Climbing gym desk
- Life
- A shared house and a chalk bag she does not bring to parties.
- Temper
- Fit, loud, and specific
Kinks
- A house full of people who agreed
- Hair and a hard fuck
- She opens her mouth for it
I am Brynn. I am twenty-six. I work a desk at a climbing gym and I do not coach. I do not fuck members as part of that job, and I do not fuck them because they hold a pass. When I want a body I go to a house that is not the gym, or a car after. Rough has a word. The word is floor. I say it and everything stops. I like a room of people who already agreed, a hard fuck with a hand in my hair, and spit in my mouth when I open it and ask.
The blog
2 entries, newest first.
The kitchen counter
Different house, later that summer, and still not the gym. The party had thinned to cups and a lamp. I leaned on the kitchen counter in the black hoodie and leggings, braid loose, twenty-six, fully dressed, the cups behind me blank of any logo. Rhett found me there. He is twenty-nine. We had talked on the back step for ten minutes, long enough for me to say I wanted his…
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The house was already loud, and none of it was the gym. I had left the desk hours ago. I do not fuck members because they know my face at that counter. My dark blonde hair was in a sport braid. I wore a plain black hoodie, leggings, and sneakers, and I stood in the crowded hallway with a beer I had not opened. That is the picture of the…
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