by Flint, Megan
Trixie briefly considered a personal trainer again, but couldn’t think of a single fitness center that she wanted to revisit. They were all filled with guys who were either past exploits or friends of her conquests. She would rather avoid seeing them again. More than a handful had been her personal trainer at one point or another. The one-and-one interaction had engendered a casual familiarly, which lead to flirtation, which prompted more intimate sessions of exercise. None of them had reacted well to her cataclysmic release. Except for Erik, but he wasn’t really a personal trainer so much as a sergeant for city-soft civilians who wanted to be whipped into shape.
In point of fact, Erik was the only other man, besides Cy, who had stayed rigid through her explosive release. He didn’t release like Cy did, but she also didn’t give him another chance after their brief tryst. Trixie moved on quickly instead, much like she always did, after sensing even the smallest amount of reservation in a guy. It simply wasn’t worth being disappointed or rejected. At least, that was the inevitable ending she imagined.
That said, Erik had been a glorious giant of a man, standing close to seven feet tall, proportionately slender, and but built like a brick house. Did she really want to revisit that connection, especially now that she had Cy in her life?
If memory served, Erik had been more sensitive than she first suspected. She picked up on the fact that he wanted to be seen as more than just a hulking physique, and seduced him accordingly. If there was anything else to the guy, Trixie couldn’t honestly say. She never took the opportunity to find out. He was European, and… that was about all she knew. Not even a last name came to mind.
Trixie shook her head in disbelief. Her quest to find a meaningful relationship had resulted in some pretty shallow assessments of men. Trixie was finding it increasingly difficult to see her past behavior in a favorable light. She had been little more than a predatory vixen in search of the most preserving penis of them all. Anything else attached to the cock had taken a back seat. Had her single-minded focus left a trail of perfectly viable, heartbroken contenders along the way?
Cy represented a fresh start, but she couldn’t help but wonder how many other guys she had prematurely cast aside. She had only given each guy a single chance to feed her furnace. After her first few romantic dalliances, that resulted in being rejected because of how copiously she released, Trixie became mercenary in her relationships.
Ever since then, if she got even the slightest hint that a guy was freaked out by her squirting orgasms, she moved on, oftentimes before the rejection had a chance to happen. Trixie may have hit the self-destruct button too soon in some cases. It took Cy, his prodigiously enduring erection, and a remarkable insight into her character before she paused long enough to consider the consequences of past judgments.
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