Post by jacqueline andrea derosa on Dec 1, 2010 0:33:26 GMT -5
Exercise was really what relieved Jacqueline from her daily stress. There was nothing like a good work out to help calm herself down. Lately, Jackie has been on edge. Not only with her schoolwork and the frustration of being new to the academy. In the past few days, her need for sex has been out of control. Luckily, she hasn't had the opportunity yet, but she was dangerously close to seducing a boy last night. Its something that she can't control, and it was driving her crazy. Truthfully, she wanted to get over this need for physical attention, but it was rooted deep inside her. The lack of attention was making her feel so lonely. If someone was using her for her body, or if she was using someone else, Jacqueline felt alive. She felt complete, if only for a moment. And then that moment was gone, and she waited for the next time. It was her fix. Her addiction.
When she first entered the gym, it was almost deserted. One or two people on treadmills and ellipticals. Now, it seemed that everyone began to crowd into the space, seeking for the machine that would fit them best. Jacqueline stayed away from machines for the most part. It bothered her that a treadmill could take away from the intensity of running outside, or a stationary bike would fulfill a person more than actually riding one. No, today she was letting her frustrations out on the punching bag. Her long, brown hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail and she was dressed in her usual exercise clothes. One thing you should know about Jacqueline is that she isn't modest. Her work out clothes consisted of a short pair of athletic shorts and a sports bra. Today she added a black jacket over her bra, mostly because she wasn't comfortable in the environment.
After a round of jabs and kicks, Jacqueline took a break. She bent down and picked up a bottle of water, sipping it and breathing a little heavy. Sweat trickled down her neck and she looked around at the room again. It was nearly packed by this point. As she scanned the gym, her eyes landed on a few people. A girl was doing crunches over on the yoga mats. She was sweating and her legs were spread slightly. A man was running on the treadmill, breathing hard but maintaining his stride. Sweat glistened on his back, drawing her eyes to the muscles. And there is was - her mind turned to her addiction again. Sex. It was always on her mind, like she was a damn boy or something.
Angrily, Jacqueline got up again. She wished that this lust wouldn't follow her everywhere. From her dorm room, to the cafeteria, through her classes, and even here at a gym. A gym - for God's sake! This is where people get sweaty and dirty, they end up smelling and needed a serious shower. But physically it was just as erotic as fucking could be. You know - hard to breathe, sweat dripping, some groans, exhausted afterwards. Jacqueline could feel a tingling in her lower stomach, obviously lusting for touch. Instead, she turned towards the punching bag and went at it. She didn't stop for a long time.
Notes: Just to get something started.
Tags: Anyone! (:
Outfit: CLICK
WC: 547[/size]
