Post from Cinamon · June 3, 2025

Gym Trainer Fantasy

He stood behind me, adjusting my form with those rough, veiny hands…

His touch was minimal —just a light graze on my waist, fingers brushing the inside of my thigh as he corrected my squat. But it was enough.

I felt my skin light up like it had been waiting for him.

His voice low, a whisper meant only for me, "Right there... just like that."

I couldn't breathe.

I knew he could feel the way I trembled, how my breath hitched when he leaned in closer, his chest almost grazing my back.

And I swear, when I looked up at the mirror... I caught it.

That look.

That heat.

We didn’t cross the line.

But fuck... we danced on the edge of it.

And I liked it way too much.