So there I was, sitting on top of my one-night-stand, doing jumping squats and panting—my thighs kept giving way. As I wiped a bead of sweet sweat off my right eyebrow, I resolved to do more squats at the gym tomorrow. It served me right, I mused, for trying to sleep with a 25-year-old marathon runner—ten years younger and 20 kilometers fitter than me.
My little paunch seemed to agree as it wobbled up and down as I straddled him. Completely out of breathe, I smiled and stretched my head backward. That helped flatten out my stomach. To own this moment, I needed a new move—an age-defying stunt.
I sat up straight and began gyrating, realizing that 15 more squats are as far as I’ll make it before I’m dehydrated or dead. I jumped up and down, his man-sword firmly implanted in me. I jumped higher—he groaned and I giggled. I decided to take it up a notch and jumped terrifically high.
He slipped out and before I could balance my landing, I came crashing down on his balls. He yelled and rolled to his right. I rolled off onto the bed, apologizing. I leaned forward to give his penis a kiss but his hands were protectively covering his injured parts.
Should I secretly be happy that I wouldn't have to do any more squats tonight?
This piece was performed by the southasian sisters as part of their Yoni Ki Baat.
My little paunch seemed to agree as it wobbled up and down as I straddled him. Completely out of breathe, I smiled and stretched my head backward. That helped flatten out my stomach. To own this moment, I needed a new move—an age-defying stunt.
I sat up straight and began gyrating, realizing that 15 more squats are as far as I’ll make it before I’m dehydrated or dead. I jumped up and down, his man-sword firmly implanted in me. I jumped higher—he groaned and I giggled. I decided to take it up a notch and jumped terrifically high.
He slipped out and before I could balance my landing, I came crashing down on his balls. He yelled and rolled to his right. I rolled off onto the bed, apologizing. I leaned forward to give his penis a kiss but his hands were protectively covering his injured parts.
Should I secretly be happy that I wouldn't have to do any more squats tonight?
This piece was performed by the southasian sisters as part of their Yoni Ki Baat.
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