Easy Strength 소설 & 이야기

I can do better. I lift myself up, getting three quarters of the way before the weakness in my arms takes over and forces me to fall. I pick myself again, and this time, with the help of steadier knees, I nearly pull off daddy's cock, reaching the tip of his dick before slamming my body weight back down on him. With a gleeful yip, proud of myself, I muster the strength to do it again. Each lift off becomes easier, and each drop down more pleasurable, fed by a longer entryway and the determination to succeed.

Ding! {The first task in strength training: 50 push-ups, 50 squats, 50 sit-ups.} "Huh?" Ivy frowned, wiping the sweat from her temple with the back of her hand. "Isn't that… simple? I've always done that even before I got pregnant." She let out a short, breathy laugh, though it lacked confidence. "Yeah, I get weak halfway through sometimes, but I always finish." Her voice carried determination, but beneath it was a faint tremor she couldn't quite hide.

He held out his hand and pulled me back up. “Focus on my breathing and do it again.” I did exactly the same and focus on his breathing, but before I could hit him, I was lying on the floor again. “The challenge of giving it your all is to move out of your comfort zone, which builds strength over time. The more you get out of your comfort zone, the more your strength increases,” he explains, but I don’t even know what my comfort zone is. “Switch your legs and your position.” I did as he said.

I breath harder with only one question in mind, Did he just catch me again? =====••======••=======••======

He merely looks at her affectionately. I do not make a fuss and give Queenie's post a like. Then, I send Victor a message that reads, "Let's break up." Victor ignores it as always. Later, I discover that when my breakup message popped up, he had said offhandedly, "Vivienne can't live without me. She's just acting out. "If I ignore her for a few days, she'll come crawling back by herself. She's easy to please." What he doesn't know is that I was easy to handle only because I once loved him.

Ghost stays close to the front of my mind in case he needs to spring into action. “I’m only going to go about seventy percent to start, Luna.” James holds up his hands in surrender as he explains. “We’re gonna go slow and focus on mechanics, then speed up. When we’re at speed, we’ll increase effort. For now, no hits to the face. Focus on the core and lower body.” “Got it.” Leni nods. “Rock paper scissors for the first strike?” James chuckles. Leni’s brows knit. “Uh… sure? Throw on shoot. Best of three.”

Strong. Powerful. Together.

Christan is currently in his early forties. He’ll be forty-three soon. His sons are already teenagers. He sighed, thinking how he could properly parent them. They say adolescence is the most difficult period when raising children. They get a lot of questions. There are bodily changes. You need to teach them about the reality of the world. The value of hard work. They could turn out to be rebellious. So far, his sons have been easy to raise. They don’t say much. They don’t ask much. He rarely hears them complain. And if they do, they complain about the most random things. Completely unrelated to him.

I look up to him and ask “how many?” “A little confident huh? I’m going to be easy on you. let’s start with ten.” Okay ten.. tens not bad. I could do with ten. I nod and get my self to it. I start doing it, lifting my body up,taking all my strength. My arms start to hurt by the weight. My breathing gets heavy and heat consumes my body. I feel sweat rolling down my back. I can’t do it.. its just too hard. I collapse on the floor.

All the things he taught or corrected me on, I worked hard to correct. And now, after only 5 days of training, I was going to beat him. By the time it was over, I sat victoriously, looking down at Leo breathing heavily on the ground. “Congratulations, you just defeated me in easy mode.” He panted out. I knew that he had barely used a fraction of his strength against me, but he had shown enough to give me potential to beat the other man. “I could say the same to you. You are the first person I know to have difficulty modes.” I quipped back, a huffed chuckle given in response.